Recent Reviews for Morgan McFinn
An Eclectic Journal...Cambodia (Book) - 11/26/2012 7:52:21 PM|
Congratulations, and good luck with your latest book, Morgan.
Christmas Eve in Bangkok (Book) - 11/13/2012 8:52:47 PM
Congratulations Morgan and just in time for the holiday.
An Eclectic Journal...Thailand (Book) - 8/17/2012 5:39:42 AM
Congrats on your latest book, Morgan. I wish you all the best with it.
A Grand Old Dame (Book) - 7/3/2012 4:46:13 AM
Congratulations on your new book, Morgan. I hope it goes viral.
At the Bamboo Bar (Book) - 2/25/2012 10:12:22 AM
I am still making my way through Out of the Loop but looking forward to this book as well.
At the Bamboo Bar (Book) - 2/24/2012 6:31:51 PM
A pure joy ride. I loved this book. It made me want to read A LOT more of Morgan McFinn. I was just trying to relocate my copy and I can't seem to find it. I probably lent it to someone... I'm going to order another copy! I want to read it again.
Out of the Loop (Book) - 11/11/2011 5:36:58 PM
Great read, looking forward to the next one.
A Tribute to Jimmy Connors (Short Story) - 7/18/2015 2:13:51 AM
This is more than a very well-written story interweaving the parallels of your life with those of Jimmy Connors because you once "had a racket". Somewhere along your journey to lose yourself, you resurrected something buried inside of you to get back a winning streak--the kind we only need to define for ourselves. May you continue to flourish and publish!
A Ward of Awards (Short Story) - 7/16/2015 6:58:09 AM
You're preaching to the choir, but it was grand to see this in print.
As far as I'm concerned, the Academy Awards can't get any lamer.
A Strange Bee (Short Story) - 6/29/2015 12:27:46 PM
Well penned with your quill of imagination! You not only educated me about Proust literally and metaphorically, but reaffirmed my belief in the writer's arsenal of imagination and penchant for details, details, details.
A Strange Bee (Short Story) - 5/27/2015 4:26:13 PM
I think this is brilliantly written, Morgan. Moreover, you have taught me more about Proust than I learned in university. Well done and thank you for sharing! Love and peace to you,
A Strange Bee (Short Story) - 5/27/2015 6:01:38 AM
Artfully penned and thoroughly enjoyable from beginning to end. You had me wondering how this story would end, and then, right on cue up jumped a tube of lubricant to assist my reading skills while you truncated your tale in less than 30 pages. Well done, sir Morgan.
A Strange Bee (Short Story) - 5/27/2015 5:46:36 AM
I can never get enough of the way you write! I have never read Marcel Proust, and based on what you've written, I probably never will. Although I do have an affinity for him because I do turn in bed many times before going to sleep as result of my physical situation and not as a result of my need to write 30 pages of metaphor about it. And, if I wish to masturbate, I would only want a woman in the room, perhaps to assist?
I love alliteration and "masturbated mutant metaphors" amuses my palate.
A Ward of Awards (Short Story) - 2/25/2015 9:54:26 AM
Laughed my ass off! I had never heard of Dorothy Parker's typo line.
And I suspect you, Mr. McFinn, are more than a fondler of starlets. My suspicion is that you are a serial bottom fondler (more or less like me). Kudos for a good laugh! Don't stop.
A Ward of Awards (Short Story) - 2/23/2015 9:41:55 AM
To quote from a brilliant essay on the subject entitled ‘Fame’, “Recognition for achievement is not the issue. It’s the achievement of recognition that matters”. (Not to sound overly self-important but, I happen to be on pretty close terms with the author of that piece.)
You make great point in this piece, Morgan; and, with your usual wit and humor, it makes for a most enjoyable read. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
A Ward of Awards (Short Story) - 2/23/2015 6:58:29 AM
You forgot the Raspberry Awards, but I'll forgive you. I spent much of yesterday watching the American ideal idol, cars chasing each other around a circle, the Daytona 500. Unfortunately, my homeboy from southern Wisconsin who want the first race of the season, got rear-ended, hit the wall, and finished two laps down--a disgrace. It's hard for me to imagine the idea of driving 200 miles an hour three hours straight, 5 feet from the car ahead of you, hoping like hell that he doesn't let up or hit the brakes… Nerve-racking to say the least.
The Academy Awards as been such a success over the years that it has spawned many imitators, probably because those that were left out of the elite group that comprises the Academy, wanted their chance at the limelight. There is a theory that when times are tough, like the Great Depression, people tend to flock to rich and unattainable hero worship because their lives are so tied up in desperate, mundane, activity.
The highlights of the show were for me the awarding of best actor for the unknown actor who played, very well, Stephen Hawking, Lady Gaga singing a classic medley from the Sound of Music in spite of her ugly arm tattoos, and Glory performed by John Legend and Common, who played a fantastic role in a dramatic television series I've been watching, Hell on Wheels. I find the Academy's tendency to feature films I never heard of before, refreshing, even though it may be a little bit stuffy for them to do that for the ordinary moviegoing public, used to blockbusters, ad nausea.
Loved your article and every time you have something to say to us.
Oh, Waiter (Short Story) - 11/14/2014 2:56:49 AM
I agree with you Edwards, fish is their speciality and I love it. I have been there for a drink with friends in good and bad times both to bounce back and it has always worked for me.
Oh, Waiter (Short Story) - 10/20/2014 11:45:24 AM
A very friendly, informative, and occasionally humorous, story. Left me wondering what the Spaniards did to Sherry? I like Sherry… Am I missing something?
When I was at the main market in Bangkok, my hostess told me to wait just outside the market while she procured the food down a narrow aisle where the long boats came in. I guess she thought I would be offended. I wasn't because I grew up with hunting and fishing, always cleaning my own animals, birds or fish before I had my mother or I cooked them. And the flies didn't bother me. I hear that maggots are a good protein source. I was never so hungry as having to eat them.
I thought of that time when Vitoon took his girlfriend and I to a beach bungalow at Ho Inn. As we sat on the porch of the bungalow looking out over the Gulf of Siam, Vitoon summoned one of the squatters on the beach, and soon we had many raw clams to eat. I did not eat them, not wishing to get sick. Vitoon gave a young man some money and he rode his bicycle into the village where the only restaurant was void of customers earlier to buy a fish. When the young man came back, he took the fish down on the beach and cooked a fine meal for the three of us with rice and salad with two thirds of the fish, including the delicacy… the head and eyes. With the other third, he fed his family.
We broke out the Mekong whiskey and had enjoyable dinner at the beachside restaurant with no kitchen, no mess no fuss. One hell of a cool experience.
Oh, Waiter (Short Story) - 10/11/2014 10:35:21 AM
You've convinced me that I am missing a whole lot unless I manage to make it to Joe's. Seems like just the place for me - not too crowded - intimate almost. I love this as per your usual fare, Morgan; literary and culinary. Thank you, sir! Love and peace to you,
Oh, Waiter (Short Story) - 10/11/2014 4:20:06 AM
It's good to know there's always a seat open at Joes, that the bartender is on duty full time, that scotch and fish are the specialty of the day, and the conversation is down-right inviting. And, who knows, one day a fresh, good-looking woman of the female persuasion could drop in--and that could be a game changer! Bravo, my friend. Joes sounds just right to me also.
A Hole-in One (Short Story) - 10/10/2014 7:30:37 AM
Once again, I love your story, Morgan. You are right. I find golf totally boring. You are also right in that I have never played the game. ☻ I love your wit and humor and your style of writing. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
A Hole-in One (Short Story) - 10/8/2014 7:39:27 AM
Assuming this story is true, Sidney was truly blessed to get a hole in one. And the coincidence about him telling his wife Mabel about it when she was already dead, is priceless.
Except for softball that he stopped playing at 45 when he discovered he was playing with 20-year-olds, and a few small "projects" there rarely lasted longer than a day, bowling and an occasional game of cards, my father had no hobbies as he approached his retirement. He retired at 62, fearing that truck driving beyond that age would be dangerous for his health--his fellow drivers were getting heart attacks.
He suddenly took up golf at 60, and my mother joined him. My brothers also took up golf to play with him. I walked the course with him (I could never hold a golf club in my paralyzed hands) a few times until I was kicked off the course.
I had a boss once, Dean of the School of Business at Atlanta University, who never missed the Masters. As former CEO of Trust Company Bank of Atlanta, he had special privileges when Tiger Woods wasn't allowed.
A Hole-in One (Short Story) - 10/8/2014 4:26:36 AM
Another masterful write by one of the best story tellers of our time. I would love to play a round of golf with you but I suspect we would both get thrown off the course. Not from slow play but from making too much noise while laughing and disturbing the others on the course. Good tidings and thanks for posting another gem.
Murder in Marrakesh (Short Story) - 7/26/2014 9:43:18 AM
Much enjoyed, Morgan! Love your imaginative tales. Well done! Love and peace to you,
Murder in Marrakesh (Short Story) - 7/26/2014 9:35:59 AM
When I saw how long it was, I almost passed it by for now. But after I started reading, I had to finish. Every once in a while I hit a line that got me laughing as I read. When you got to the hair lipped stutterer from Wisconsin, you struck a nerve. I spent half of my master's degree studies there, but never caught the Badger bug. My younger brothers both did, along with a couple of nieces. All are very avid Badger fans. One niece lives in Ohio and her daughter's going to Ohio University. They all are bigger Cheeseheads. I prefer watching Tiger golf and don't watch much when he isn't playing.
This one shows your superior writing skills and it's a real keeper, if not a deadly one. I prefer Jim Beam to sappy love stories.
Celebrity Interview (Short Story) - 7/15/2014 9:08:08 AM
From the mind of Morgan McFinn: Masterfully managed to massage the minds of masses. Magnifique!
It's a Cruel World (Short Story) - 7/14/2014 7:59:29 PM
Morgan. you crusty, salty old dog--I'm glad to see you are back in great form! It's been awhile, and let me assure you that nobody--and I mean nobody--writes with the charm and clarity as someone who drinks whisky sodas with ladies he has taken in from the rain. Just the name Nana Plaza brings back memories and chills from yesteryear the likes of which men of good will have never known. A friend lives up in Athens (Georgia). He's no doubt homesick for many of your ports of call to say nothing of your dazzling tales of misadventure. I'll have to alert him that another scholar is loose somewhere between Hong Kong and Katmandu. I've signed on as one of your fans so that I don't miss out on any more of the coincidences between your stories and my memories. Waiting for the next installment. Take care.
It's a Cruel World (Short Story) - 7/11/2014 6:50:34 AM
Your writing, with its off hand humor, does deserve a Nobel Prize in Literature, in spite of its alcohol driven inspiration. It helps to have lived life to the fullest to be able to write about it the way you do. I'm one of those admirers.
As for being rolled in Bangkok, that is why my Thai friend kept me out of the dives. The soldiers have left, so the artists had fewer targets. I would have been in the bull's-eye. When I got to Manila I purposely did not take up the cab driver's offer for me to spend the night with his willing "sister" for 20 bucks because I figured it probably would cost me a lot more. One of several offers I got in that land of beautiful young women.
It's a Cruel World (Short Story) - 7/10/2014 5:37:21 PM
As per your usual, I love this, Morgan. It leaves me with a bittersweet taste in my soul. Perhaps I can relate more than seems at first on the surface. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
The Sands of Time (Short Story) - 7/8/2014 3:32:35 PM
Interesting "take," Morgan. I was looking forward to one of your engaging stories though. ☻ Love and peace to you,
The Sands of Time (Short Story) - 7/8/2014 10:59:30 AM
When I spent four hectic days (all I could spare on my long trip) in Dhaka as the guest of my student friend's father, Rahman Chowdhury, the retired owner of several auto repair shops in the city run by his younger brothers, that he still kept a strong hand on, he grew like my company very much.
On a day excursion to the "jungle" that wasn't there anymore, and to the river where fish were "plentiful" but there were none for sale anymore, he asked me if I would like to go with him and his family to Chittagong Beach.
I asked him how long it would take. He said, "Oh, about two weeks."
Chittagong Beach at that time was a tropical getaway for the rich. 100 miles of sand that you could probably run naked on with no difficulty. Today, Chittagong Beach is the center of the largest ship salvaging business in the world. No one would want to spend any time in that polluted place anymore.
Flotsam (Short Story) - 6/27/2014 7:12:07 AM
Well, flotsam on the beach you may very well be, but many would envy your solitary life free from all the hectic encumbrances of modern technology. And, in spite of your occasional maladies and, apparently, regular inebriation, remain a superb writer and wordsmith.
Since I can no longer handwrite, and my mother loves to communicate with me very much, I miss her emails and conversations with her on her TTY phone (she's nearly deaf) since she entered assisted-living and lost her computer connection and her phone. My emails to her have to be printed by my sister, and she can only write notes to me in snail mail.
Your candor left two things that bother me though: first, you need one essential device, an ice maker, to create solid water for your drinks. I would suggest that you remove that newfangled device and drink your concoctions at room temperature like I do. You would be surprised how sweet scotch can taste without crystalline water in it (by the way, on the rocks is my favorite way of imbibing scotch--no water please!). I do find that chilling wine limits its fragrance and makes a glass slippery.
Secondly, and far more importantly, Is Mr. Flood. Your simple life on the beach could be destroyed at any time by a tsunami lurking out there in paradise just waiting to happen like it always does. While the beach is forgiving for all sorts of calamities like tides, storms, and tsunamis, you and your bungalow are not.
Sleep well till tomorrow not worrying about things like I just mentioned. After all, all these years, my hair has dried just fine without the need for a hairdryer.