
A
few years after the purchase of Manhattan from the Indians, Howard
Waldman, then aged 22, left his native island for Paris and freedom,
and in less time than it takes to say Je t'aime found himself
married to a lovely Parisian. To feed his growing Franco-American
family he taught European History for a France-based American university
and later American Literature to suffering French students.
He
lives thirty miles outside Paris in a once rural area undergoing
deplorable suburban transformation. He spends his days enjoying
his wife's cooking, listening to chamber music in his chamber and
trying to grow old roses in inappropriate soil.
Resurrection
and Its Difficulties: [Interview] Howard Waldman, author of 'Good
Americans Go To Paris When They Die' http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?at_code=433964&no=368816&rel_no=47
(23/04/08)
Interivew
with Howard: http://conversationswithpod.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-americans-go-to-paris-when-they.html
(02/04/08)
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Good
Americans Go To Paris When They Die
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The Kingdom
of Heaven has been downsized to a single city. And to save overcrowding,
God has a new chosen race and set of entry qualifications.
In the modern
hereafter only good Americans go to Paris when they die!
But not
even a divinely ordered bureaucracy is infallible and five not-so-good
Americans find themselves posthumously thrown together and trapped
in a surreal limbo:
Randy 1900s
marine Louis Forster; Maggie Thompson, an over-sexed 1930s fan
dancer; neurotic 1940s New York intellectual Seymour Stein;
Helen Ricchi, the mysterious and bookish wallflower suspected
of foul play after her husband's disappearance in the 1950s;
modern-day Las Vegas boor, truck driver Max Pilsudski.
And the
ill-assorted desperate departed will stop at nothing in a seemingly
impossible quest to return to the land of the living and repair
flawed lives and fractured loves.
Heaven and
an Orwellian Hell share a fragile frontier in Howard Waldman's
masterfully woven novel of profound humanity and lethally-honed
humor.
Excerpt
What
the critics are saying about Howard Waldman
The acerbic
wit and sustained irony of a Woody Allen or a Kurt Vonnegut.
David Gardiner. Gold Dust Magazine.
This
is a man in superb control of his material, a man who knows
his characters inside out and who can bring them across to us
with a sense of reality that is quite beautiful. He has a wicked
turn of phrase that can bring the reader from a smile to a laugh.
Chris Williams. Tregolwyn Book Reviews
This
book is destined for greatness and I would not be at all surprised
to see the name Howard Waldman on the bestseller list. Alastair
Rosie. eBook Reviews Weekly
(Published
2008)
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The
Seventh Candidate
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In
an age of plummeting morals and urban chaos verging on civil
war, businessman Edmond Lorz makes a precarious living by removing
obscene graffiti from underground railway advertising hoardings.
It's during
a recruitment aptitude test for extra porn-purging staff that
a terrorist bomb rips through Ideal Poster's grubby headquarters,
leaving Lorz and one candidate - the seventh - fighting for
life in hospital.
Lorz recovers
completely, but the strikingly handsome young job-seeker wakens
from his coma a blank-faced, unspeaking automaton with total
amnesia and a blind obsession with his new employer's clean-up
campaign.
Adopted
by Lorz and his wildly unpredictable secretary, Dorothea - each
driven by pity, love and stark fear - the mysterious Seventh
Candidate wages a private and manic war on disorder in a subterranean
maze of tunnels beneath a city gone mad.
Howard
Waldman's latest novel, set against a backdrop of social disintegration
that's almost too close for comfort, swings from lunatic hilarity
to heartrending tragedy
and often the reader may struggle
to tell the difference in a story with more twists and turns
than a subway map.
Read an
excerpt here
(Published
2007)
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Time
Travail
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Harvey
Morgenstern promises a way to beat time, but the cranky genius'
time-machine is anything but impressive - a dusty old black-and-white
TV in the basement, stuck on one channel and showing a table-leg
out of the 1930s, the ghostly image of a conversation between
two long-dead women, a pair of dogs in ancient and endless copulation.
Harvey
promises better things to his penniless assistant, Jerry Weizman:
a way to slow down time and project himself back to loved ones
above all back to Rachel Rosen, dead in mysterious circumstances
half a century earlier, and loved by both men in their youth.
Jerry
is sucked into Harvey's obsession and visits the past. But how
much of their visions are subjective distortions brought on
by drugs, alcohol, yearning or growing mental unbalance?
And
why has Harvey hired Jerry after decades of estrangement following
Rachel's death? Is it to vengefully expose him to the time machine's
lethal rays
the same radiation that is killing its inventor?
Read an
excerpt here
(Published
2006)
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Back
There
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Harry
Grossman sees his world through the viewfinder of a battered
camera. And he photographs it all, from the peeling posters
and graffiti on grubby city walls to the most intimate moments
of his mysterious French sweetheart. He becomes a permanent
guest at her family's ramshackle country cottage, thirty miles
and a century away from modern Paris. Harry, the New York outsider,
calls it paradise and photographs the Model T Ford on the roof,
the archaic well and scythe, the top-secret wild mushroom spots,
and the reluctant Lauriers themselves.
They
assume that outsider Harry will soon be a member of the family,
but the strange photographer with his growing mountain of prints
and negatives and imperfect French is not a man for snap decisions.
Aren't things already perfect in this paradise? Someone once
said, though, that the only paradises are lost paradises.
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There is a touching and powerfully nostalgic transatlantic love
story, sometimes verging on the comic, sometimes on the tragic.
France and the French, too often caricatures of their own special
reality, are presented with absolute authenticity.
With
soft-focus subtlety, Howard Waldman shows that Europe and America
are two continents divided by a perceived common culture of
art and love - and that light-years separate Paris and Manhattan
and the lives and values of the Lauriers and the Grossmans.
Read an
excerpt here
(Published
2005)
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