At the age of 21 I decided to start writing weird fiction. Exploiting the more esoteric nuances of the English language, and a warped imagination, I began writing novels that were devoted to the craft, giving little regard to time involved, marketing, or popular appeal. My first book, IRSREM, took over a decade to write. Intricately-plotted, sublime, even lyrical, it is truly strange, and if you think the characters are like you and me, then you need to read it again, this time for depth. (Publish America, 300 pages, 2005, available at any bookstore). Using a sword-and-sorcery, Conan-style, worm's eye view, Irsrem explores the biological interdependence of several vaguely humanoid species on an alien world, all of whom are descendants of an original colony of humans whose genes were crossed with a species of hornet native to the planet. Writer's Digest called it "a beautifully written fantasy saga."
THE WHISPERER, sequel to Irsrem, climbs new heights of the bizarre, from characters who speak through dance to the pillar of carven ebony within the enormous glass pyramid called HeavenHell, from socratic dialogues among bloody murderers to soaring bare-breasted angels obsessed with stealing corpses. This novel, which took 4 years to complete, is Just Plain Weird, and is reminiscent at times of Robert E. Howard and Edgar Rice Burroughs, and at other times of Mervyn Peake and John Fowles. Writer's Digest termed it "compelling" and "a must read for every science-fiction fan."
Former high-school dropout, ex-cook, one-time security guard, fiction submissions reviewer, language translator, erstwhile college history instructor and tutor, stock speculator, long-distance swimmer, itinerant glupy Russian from the "pribaltic," and professional student of many and sundry topics from calculus to Hebrew, my life has been devoted to strange ambitions fed with no sane limit, including writing novels in Arabic, which, unfortunately, has yet to progress beyond a few feeble short stories. Thank God I finally married and had three kids; no telling what ditch I would be lying in by now, instead of ending up, as I have, as an attorney, a part-time writer, and an occasional Arabic translator.
More books follow. My third novel, PIRANHOIA (piranha + paranoia), is the first and only novel to be based on Houston's underground pedestrian tunnel system, a horror/sci-fi tale that builds on the ideas of the physicist Stephen Wolfram. Written in exactly 20 days, and more commercial than the others, it was actually the first to be published (Publish America 2004) and can be ordered from any bookstore, coast-to-coast. "A plot worthy of the movies," one reviewer enthused.
For works in progress, click "books" at your upper left. These include THE G****N, a horror/sci-fi novel about a young man who must keep the exact same change in every pocket, or some very bad things will happen. Half-way finished as of now. And THE R****D L****N N**N, which must be the strangest novel yet, is fully plotted and ready to launch.
I also began a book on Islam and International Law, and may resume work. I stopped at 200 pages. The censorship of America's media was a drag. And, frankly, writing weird fiction is a lot more fun.
NOTE: I AM LOOKING FOR A BETTER PUBLISHER THAN THE ONE I CURRENTLY HAVE. IF YOU ARE A PUBLISHER INTERESTED IN MY WORK, EMAIL ME.