Instead of lying in bed beside a wonderful lover, or even just a warm body, by midnight of my 50th birthday I was standing in a dingy apartment, covered in someone else’s blood, and wondering what to do about it.
Boys playing with guns as I walked to my favorite café…
Just returned from five weeks traveling to Lake Bled, Slovenia; Vienna, Austria; Lausanne, Switzerland; and Istanbul, Turkey. I spent two weeks in Istanbul, staying in a penthouse flat near the Galata Tower with a view of the Bosporus from the terrace. I went there to finish writing the last chapter of my book, Letters fromContinue reading “Istanbul, I love you”
Why do we humans torture and kill? Oh, it’s one thing to kill in a moment of passion or for survival. But to concoct a simple or an elaborate plan, analyzing and calculating with cold-blood precision the best and most efficient ways in which to take the life of a single individual or of a million. Where does that urge come from? Why doContinue reading “CONFESSIONS OF A ONE-TIME MURDERER”