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NOW AVAILABLE–BOOK OF HOURS: UNHOLY ERROR

2600x1667BOOK OF HOURS: Unholy Error, is now available for your reading pleasure in both e-book and paperback formats.

An “extremely entertaining read,” said one pre-publication reviewer.  “I particularly like your wonderful descriptions, and the way you introduce enough questions to keep us wanting more,” said another.

In this second volume of a trilogy, Brother Alphaios discovers torn pieces of parchment hidden inside the covers of the Book of Hours.  Though warned away by Prior Bartholomew, he pursues their meaning until he learns their thirteenth-century secret–personal testimony of a crime which could undermine one of the very pillars of the Catholic Church.  With the Church seeking to destroy it, and real estate mogul Salton Motice demanding its return for nefarious purposes, Alphaios must find a way to protect the parchment for the truth it tells.

Available through Amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com  and nook, Kobo and Smashwords.  On the author’s website, just click on the link to the bookstore of your choice on the side-bar and order your copy today.

Enjoy the read, and check out the website contest… Continue reading

BOOK OF HOURS: UNHOLY ERROR—AVAILABLE OCTOBER 25 !!!

2600x1667Once again in its long life, the Book of Hours was in danger.  And Alphaios had put it there…

While recreating a resplendent fifteenth century Book of Hours as a gift for the pope, Brother Alphaios and archivist Inaki Arriaga discover ancient shreds of parchment thrust into its covers.  Though warned away by a visibly shaken Prior Bartholomew, they pursue the few haunting words that remain only to stumble on a dark secret that undercuts one of the very pillars of Catholicism.  They find themselves in a battle between the Church, which wants to destroy the parchment or bury it forever, and its owner, real estate mogul Salton Motice, who wants to use it for nefarious purposes.

Meanwhile, the brothers of St. Ambrose learn that Motice intends to buy their mid-town cloister and replace it with a skyscraper.  The monks will be displaced from their home of nearly two centuries with no certainty at all about their future.

Wandering the city, Alphaios finds a strange young woman obsessed with painting enormous replicas of master artworks under one of the city’s great bridges, and a couple who, decades later, are still coping with having to flee from… Continue reading

A Most Grand and Excellent Google Search—Part 4

IMG_3775More interesting to me than the little book of Latin abbreviations was the story of Father Robert’s life, both because his early years were so similar to those of my character Brother Alphaios, but more-so for its trajectory, much of which was quite remarkable in mid-twentieth century America. In short, he was born in 1932. Entered a Trappist, cloistered monastery when he was seventeen. Professed as a monk some five years later and then as priest. Choirmaster for his brothers. Left the cloister after some eighteen years. Fell in love with the principal clarinetist of the Portland Symphony Orchestra. Resigned his collar and was dispensed from his vows by Pope Paul VI. Wedded the woman he loved and fathered a child. Became an instructor of calligraphy at Reed College. Was widowed only eighteen years into marriage. Petitioned the Church to return to the cloth. Was given papal dispensation, and once more became a seminarian and once more a priest. When retired, continued to serve numerous parishes when their clerics were ill or away. Passed away in February of 2016 at the age of eighty-three.

I would have liked to spend more afternoons with him, learned much more about his nature,… Continue reading

A Most Grand and Excellent Google Search—Part 3

097Yes, dear reader, we are in the midst of a serial blogpost…

Father Palladino, as I now knew him to be, invited me to his home (a small farm several miles southeast of Portland) and we settled on a time and date.  I asked for his address so I could MapQuest it, but he said he didn’t do computers; he’d mail me an address and map.  I decided not to tell him about Siri.

Several days later an envelope arrived, my name and address written in an elegant, oversized script.  Calligraphy, done by a master of his craft.  The manner of it, the beauty of it, elevated my day.  Inside the envelope was a letter of welcome, warm in its content and beautifully penned in the same letterform as the envelope.  Also enclosed was a hand-drawn map.  Gentlemanly manners at their very best.

Wending my way through an evergreen forest and down and across the Sandy River, I arrived to find Father Palladino waiting for me at a gate alongside the road.  He swung it open, closed it behind me and guided me down a curving,… Continue reading

A Most Grand and Excellent Google Search—Part 2

002bAnd so we continue…

Just a few months before, I’d had the pleasure of attending a series of seminars on ancient sacred texts—including illuminated books—at St. Martin’s University just up the road in Lacey.  They were given by an international panel of scholars of the Dead Sea scrolls and other ancient manuscripts.  They were paleographers, all four of them: experts in early languages, writings and religions.  Unfortunately for me, none of them had directly addressed the part of the craft I now needed to understand.  Even so, I called St. Martin’s and explained my problem.  No one here with that expertise, they said, and suggested that perhaps only Harvard University or Oxford might be able to help.

Daunted by that prospect, and preferring to meet with someone in person, I Googled “paleographer” and added the modifier “northwest United States”.  Nothing.  Deciding that the expertise I needed was more about the forms of scripts rather than their history, I typed in the words “calligraphy, northwest”. Down in the weeds I found a reference to Reed College in Portland (some forty miles south), and an undated press release.  In the last couple… Continue reading

A MOST GRAND AND EXCELLENT GOOGLE SEARCH–Part 1

IMG_1744It’s not often that a Google search is as productive as this one…

The principal character in my BOOK OF HOURS novels is Brother Alphaios, born into a poor village in Greece.  He entered a monastery as a young man as his only means to an education.  There he became a monk—a cloistered monk, one who lives entirely behind monastery walls. He showed considerable artistic talent, and was transferred to a cloister in Italy where he became a master painter and restorer of medieval books.  Now, in contemporary time, he has been brought to a metropolis in the United States—New York City.  Here, along with Inaki Arriaga, historian and archivist, he is recreating a large and magnificent but severely damaged Book of Hours from the fourteen hundreds. Together they oversee the work of two scribes who are duplicating the medieval text, its errors and anomalies included.  When done, it is to be gift for the pope, a gift for the ages.

I note above that Brother Alphaios is cloistered, which is only mostly true.  He has lived behind monastery walls virtually all his adult life, and has taken vows of strict prayer and obedience.… Continue reading

NEW VIDEO TRAILER

I’m pleased to post a newly produced video trailer for Book of Hours:  The Beguilement of Brother Alphaios.

Many thanks to Mark E. Dykstra for the concept and production of the trailer.  I want to note that it contains music of his own composition as well.  Mark is a gifted painter and musician and composer, and has a number of book covers and trailers to his credit.

Click on the button below to watch.

It’s also embodied as a permanent feature under the “Books” tab above, and available on YouTube.

Thank you, Mark.  Well done.

A TALE OF TWO BOOKS

IMG_0815 (1)aIf you’re drawn to stories of the art world (and who isn’t?), the beauty and the money and the chicanery, you might have considered picking up the following books. For me, aspiring writer that I am, they illustrated some of the differences between rather ordinary storytelling and the remarkable. I didn’t set out to make such a comparison, but the rather startling weaknesses of the first were all the more apparent upon reading the second.

The Art Forger is a debut novel by B.A. Shapiro (Chapel Hill: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2013). Glossy and sexy, the cover is clearly intended to draw the attention of what I’ll call the airport patron: quick choice, disposable, and full of positive reviews (“engaging”, “addictive”, “ingenious and skillful”, “blazingly good”, etc.). It was the subject matter, though, that drew this reader.

It’s a twist upon a twist in the art forgery sub-genre: Is the stolen, now-recovered Degas the original work or a forgery? If the latter, is making a forgery of a forgery a crime? It’s an interesting concept, and in more sure hands it might have been pulled off.

For me, the term “insouciance” came to mind. (I can’t tell you quite… Continue reading

JANE RYDER NOMINATES: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

123_2302a I nominate “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.

One of the reasons I’m convinced of its sublimity is that I’m really not keen on poetry, and in fact don’t care for anything else Eliot ever wrote.

But this particular poem encompasses, encapsulates, the entirety of human existence, in a way no other type of writing could. A novel would make all the subtext into text, and rob it of its nuance; a play would make it mundane and common by forcing the words to be spoken by mere mortals; setting it to music would limit and trivialize it. It has a solemn, tragic beauty that would be diminished in any other form.

The poem isn’t flawless (“I should have been a pair of ragged claws …” is a tad goofy), but the missteps add to the poem’s overall perfection, the way a slightly “off” feature on a beautiful face makes it even more beautiful.

This is my favorite stanza:

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail… Continue reading

BEFORE ALL THIS: Guns on Campus

042Before all this, when I was young, a man came onto campus carrying a rifle and ready to use it.

It was a more innocent time.

The grounds were not unlike a small college: a circle drive in front of the administration building; two rows of two-story, red brick residence halls; spacious lawns and great leafy trees rising above it all. But in this instance the halls were wards, and the grounds those of the Idaho State School and Hospital—the state’s institution for the mentally retarded. Residing there were six hundred and twenty-seven developmentally disabled children and adults, all of them requiring twenty-four-hour assistance and supervision. Another couple hundred people worked on staff.

A member of administration (in a vaporous position somewhere in the loose space between administrative assistant and assistant superintendent), I had drawn manager duty on that Saturday. It was breezy, jacket-and-scarf cold, and the trees were bare of leaves. It was a weekend day and an inside day.

I was walking from the hospital building to administration (almost certainly with my best hand-carved pipe only just lit) when I saw him. A man I did not know was standing nearly at the center of the campus, two… Continue reading

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