Author: Kevin Fraleigh
The Sin of Complicity — FDR, Auschwitz, and the Lilliput Troupe
The world is so much clearer in hindsight. That’s why historians practice what’s called the “fifty-year rule”. The rule is a tacit acknowledgment that it is virtually impossible to judge history objectively until the consequences of historical events have played out and been realized. The downside to this however, is…
A Writer Considers Arthur C. Clarke’s Space Odyssey Series
One of the advantages of reviewing an older series of books is that unless your readers have been living under a rock, they already know the basic storyline: Dave Bowman and Frank Poole fly to Jupiter and HAL, their hyper-intelligent computer, tries to kill them. Pretty straight forward, or is…
Wearing Sneakers to Church
“Me and God have an understandin’,” he said. “He don’t put on airs and I don’t either.” That’s how I feel, also. Maybe it’s because I spent a dozen years in Hawaii and now live in Florida, but I can’t imagine any reason for owning, much less wearing, a tie. …
Road Trip — Epilogue
The end of the end, isn’t that what he said? And he was right, of course. The end of the end begins after the beginning, which is birth. Every moment following that is the end of everything, on an individual level, on a global level—it’s all a matter of scale….
Road Trip, Chapter 2
Death is not an easy thing, I think, and I know a few things about death, don’t I? But this, this horror is beyond the pale. I find you beside the interstate, still clutching the wheel, as if somehow even in death you would keep going. But there is no…
Road Trip
We’re just a couple of weeks from my favorite holiday—Halloween! What follows is something to get you in the mood, especially if you’ve ever harbored concerns about the cleanliness or safety of those rest stop bathrooms… I think most of us have been there. You’re on that road trip, and…
The fifth dimension of writing
So, last night was something different. For the first time in a very long time, my wife and I broke out of our usual routine to go out with friends. We started out the evening at Wabi Sabi, a Vietnamese-Thai-Sushi restaurant. The place isn’t much to look at—the building has…
Struggle, fight, but keep the story moving
Can I make a confession? I have never suffered from “writer’s block”. For all the fiction, non-fiction, intelligence reporting, and documentation I have written, I have never been intimidated by the blank page or empty display screen. However, in the spirit of full disclosure, I have struggled with format, with…
Before God
The first contact was quiet, obscure, and by any conventional standard quite unremarkable. It required only a breath. Whatever concept scientists, writers, and other visionaries of the ages may have had about the event, this wasn’t it. I wouldn’t call it serendipitous, that first contact. It was not, by definition,…
The long weekend of Hurricane Irma
There is something comforting about seeing working traffic lights and being called into work. Normalcy and routine in the aftermath of tension, stress, and physical discomfort can be a welcome thing. Adrenaline in the face of hurricane force winds, rain, and flying debris can only keep you going for so…