I’ll be back in Austin for a day of housekeeping and packing up before heading back to Jersey. I’ll be packing up my car with things I need for the summer: clothes, books, video camera, guitar, other assorted odds and ends. I’ll be spending the summer in my dad’s house, taking care of him as he goes through hospice care. It’s hard to tell how long it will last. He would prefer shorter rather than longer. He’s not raging against the dying of the light. We talked to doctors and nurses all day yesterday. His main frustration was that no one could give him a timetable. Some of them think they know, but they won’t say.
Dad and I had a good talk last night about his unpublished texts. I asked if he wanted me to publish them on Amazon Kindle and he said “of course.” That will be one of my summer projects. I think that makes me his literary executor. I’m going to make his six published novels available there, along with half a dozen unpublished ones. The former have been out of print for a while, but he got the copyrights back from the publishers.
A recent Amazon review on one of them says:
On the advice of a friend I recently read Don Flynn’s “Ordinary Murder”. Edward “Fitz” Fitzgerald is a much put upon “ink stained wretch” who scribbles away for a newspaper that resembles the New York Daily News. He avoids a tedious assignment by his editor, Ironhead Matthews, to investigate the murder of a friend’s son. Fitz loves the friend, the owner of a neighborhood bar, but barely knew or tolerated the son. Throw in a beautiful woman, whose green eyes are like “falling into the Irish Sea”, a charming bookie, Skates Stern, wrongfully accused of the murder, a few yuppies, the usual collection of crooked businessmen and attorneys, and you have an entertaining mystery.
Fitz takes solace in the words of Marcus Aurelius, which puts a bit of a classical spin on the story. He also puffs away on Tiparillo cigars, in the newsroom, which, along with references to the World Trade Center, give the book almost a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.
Perfect for a coast-to-coast plane ride. I started in California and closed the back cover somewhere over America’s heartland.
There’s a dystopian one set in a future where no one can read anymore because of various forms of video making that skill seem old, quaint, and useless. People have been watching what they believe are “true reps” or representations of history to learn about the past. Then someone finds out they’ve actually been watching Hollywood movies like ‘1776’ and taking them as fact.
I haven’t read a few of the newer ones, so I’m looking forward to that. I’ll also be working on my own novel – I like to call it a “bestseller” when people ask about it. That’ll be my summer, along with a brief trip to London and Paris for an academic conference, some filming of places where Daniel Defoe was published, and a few visits to Père Lachaise cemetery, where I’ve planted a fictional murder victim. If I could only remember who was buried next to and behind Marcel Proust I wouldn’t have to go, but alas, memory isn’t speaking.