Tag Archives: The Man on the Bridge

On the Old Year


You know what?  The world didn’t end, and overall, it wasn’t a bad year.  If it wasn’t for the distinct possibility that next year will be equally good–if not better–I’d be sad to see the end of 2012. I was thinking the other day of a conversation I had some 25 years ago with my …

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On the Publication Party for The Man on the Bridge


Another series of firsts to add to my list:  I had never been to a publication party.  I had certainly never been to one in London.  And I surely had never been invited to one by Stephen Benatar, one of my favorite authors ever. Until July 11th. I had the world’s smallest suitcase.  I packed …

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On Garden Parties and Attendant Clothing


It’s official, people.  Stephen Benatar’s novel, The Man on the Bridge, which I have written about here before, is going to be re-issued in July by Capuchin Classics.  This is a book which has mattered in my world since 1989, when Stephen first sent it to me, and I first read it.  And of course, it’s by …

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On Talismans


Over time, the meaning of the word talisman has evolved from “a stone, ring, or other object, engraved with figures or characters supposed to possess occult powers and worn as an amulet or charm” to “anything whose presence exercises a remarkable or powerful influence on human feelings or actions.”  I am not a very superstitious person, but over the years I have recognized the power of certain objects to make me feel better about things.  In my rational mind, I know these objects don’t protect me from harm, but …

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On Latté and Semantics with British Novelist Stephen Benatar


First, let me say that this man is truly a gentleman.  Then let me continue by saying he’s far more amusing than I remember from our first–and only other–meeting, in 1989.  But Stephen Benatar still asks the difficult questions.  He’s a mind bender:  in conversation, he does not allow the easy answer. We met on …

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On Being a Neurotic Traveler


We’re leaving for London in four days.  Because it is a school trip, most everything is planned out through the educational tour companies.  But because my sister is coming, and she lives nowhere near school, the heathens and I are going down to her house, then taking the Trailways from Portland to Logan International in …

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On My Debt to Stephen Benatar, British Novelist


I met Stephen Benatar for the first–and so far only–time on a hot sunny afternoon in June of 1989, when I stepped into James Smith & Sons on New Oxford Street to buy my (now ex-) husband a walking stick.  Serendipity, one might say:  it was the last day of my first trip to England, …

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