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Monthly Archives: March 2012
The Sandcastle Girls — the video trailer
If you have 29 seconds. . . And that’s all it takes. . . You can watch a short video preview of my new novel, “The Sandcastle Girls.” Simply click here. It was produced by Doubleday Books. And if, after … Continue reading
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Tagged Armenian Genocide, Bohjalian, Gallipoli, Syria, The Sandcastle Girls, World War One
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“Mad Men:” A Proustian madeleine back to my childhood
My father and my godfather, best friends from childhood who died within weeks of each other last year, were mad men who weren’t wild about “Mad Men.” They had watched the AMC-network phenomenon about 1960s-era ad executives – an adulterous, … Continue reading
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Junk mail? Worth every penny.
Since my mother-in-law died last year, the vertical post that shoulders our mailbox here in Lincoln has been getting a serious workout. My wife is the executor for her mother’s estate, and so she now receives her mother’s mail. And … Continue reading
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Tagged Bohjalian, mail, Newman, Seinfeld, Sondra Blewer, The Sandcastle Girls
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Punch the clock? Today I kiss it. (Also, why meteorologists are like Kim Jong-il.)
Today is the real first day of spring. Sure, there’s that fake one that Calendar Nazis insist is the start of spring: The Vernal Equinox. But that day is completely meaningless to real people: Nothing noticeable changes. Also, this year … Continue reading
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Tagged Bohjalian, Daylight saving time, Daylight savings time, eye on the sky, Mark Breen, Sharon Meyer
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A completely hysterical trailer for the movie based on my 1992 novel, “Past the Bleachers”
Behold a trailer someone (not Hallmark) made for the 1995 movie based on my novel, “Past the Bleachers.” Note the pronouns and typos on the title cards and the Keane soundtrack. . .not from the movie. It’s like really bad … Continue reading
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Expect a lot of good Will at Town Meeting
Over thirty years ago, when Will Sipsey and Lisa Gray were living in Brighton, Mass., Lisa shared with Will a book she had brought home from the used bookstore in Cambridge where she worked: A dusty and dog-eared copy of … Continue reading