Bestselling Author Brad Meltzer visits
I have this peculiar sense of timing. Like today. I had received an email from Brad Meltzer three weeks ago asking if I wouldn't mind if his publicist sent me some of his material. Mind? I love this guy! He is so kind. So, I said to send it on. But nothing came and nothing came. So today I emailed him, asking if the publicist would be sending the material -- I didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to possibly help him. Two hours later, the FedEx man puts a package from Kim From LA in my hands -- an advanced review copy of Brad's latest book.
The pub date is September. It's called THE BOOK OF LIES. I recall what Brad told me during our latest phone call -- it's about Superman, the real origin of Superman. Clark Kent, actually. And during my visit to Florida -- about a year ago -- he and his wife Cori and I got together for a few hours. He asked me what was it like to not see family for years and years. That was my situation. It was a medical visit -- and happened to be where my brother and half-sister, mother and step-father lived. Lightning storms ripped open the skies, as my siblings and I dashed for cover in a deli. It was the first time we'd seen each other since my children were the age my sister's was -- her little boy was four. It had been many, many years. My sister looked at me, and in her heavy New Jersey accent said "Oh my gaw-ahd! You have no wrin-kuls. How come you got no wrin-kuls?" I laughed. She's seven years younger. My brother is two years younger than me. We all look younger than our years; and we all look the same age. It's genetics. Our grandmother worked as a the top RN at Lenox Hill Hospital in NY for decades until they finally forced her to retire at age 67. Except that she was 78.
What was it like to see them after all those years. I told Brad it was frightening. I felt out of place. Not sure where to connect. Thankful my stepfather and his violent temper refused to see me; thankful that my mother and her constant enjoyment of liquid refreshments refused to acknowledge me. But sad they won't step into the arena. So there are lies. When you go back, everyone has his or her own truth. My brother and half-sister and I are sewn together in a web of deceit of our parents' making. What is true? My mother trims faces out of photographs to recast the past. I became a journalist to chase down the truth. Jerry Siegel created Superman to avenge his own father's murder during a store robbery. And Brad Meltzer takes his role as an outsider -- how he felt as a boy -- and creates magnificent fiction that draws us in.
The pub date is September. It's called THE BOOK OF LIES. I recall what Brad told me during our latest phone call -- it's about Superman, the real origin of Superman. Clark Kent, actually. And during my visit to Florida -- about a year ago -- he and his wife Cori and I got together for a few hours. He asked me what was it like to not see family for years and years. That was my situation. It was a medical visit -- and happened to be where my brother and half-sister, mother and step-father lived. Lightning storms ripped open the skies, as my siblings and I dashed for cover in a deli. It was the first time we'd seen each other since my children were the age my sister's was -- her little boy was four. It had been many, many years. My sister looked at me, and in her heavy New Jersey accent said "Oh my gaw-ahd! You have no wrin-kuls. How come you got no wrin-kuls?" I laughed. She's seven years younger. My brother is two years younger than me. We all look younger than our years; and we all look the same age. It's genetics. Our grandmother worked as a the top RN at Lenox Hill Hospital in NY for decades until they finally forced her to retire at age 67. Except that she was 78.
What was it like to see them after all those years. I told Brad it was frightening. I felt out of place. Not sure where to connect. Thankful my stepfather and his violent temper refused to see me; thankful that my mother and her constant enjoyment of liquid refreshments refused to acknowledge me. But sad they won't step into the arena. So there are lies. When you go back, everyone has his or her own truth. My brother and half-sister and I are sewn together in a web of deceit of our parents' making. What is true? My mother trims faces out of photographs to recast the past. I became a journalist to chase down the truth. Jerry Siegel created Superman to avenge his own father's murder during a store robbery. And Brad Meltzer takes his role as an outsider -- how he felt as a boy -- and creates magnificent fiction that draws us in.
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