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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.
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Compulsive Reader interviews Howard Waldman about his novel Good
Americans Go To Paris When They Die: |
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| 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
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| 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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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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