The last few days I have been working on an essay for the Re:Print department of Pop Matters, tentatively titled Ernest Hemingway’s Mystic Communion; the topic, inspired by Terry Mort’s non-fiction work, The Hemingway Patrols, concerned with the celebrated author’s quixotic pursuit of German U-boats off the coastal waters of Cuba during World War II, [...]
Posts Tagged ‘fiction’
Two Trace Stories Revisited for Momentary Relevance
Posted: January 21, 2011 by Rodger Jacobs in Pop Matters, What We're Reading TonightTags: David Ulin, Ernest Hemingway, fiction, Library of America, Los Angeles fiction, Pop Matters, Rodger Jacobs, Santa Monica Pier, Terry Mort, The Hemingway Patrols, Writing L.A.
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Posted: December 19, 2010 by Rodger Jacobs in Literary Guide to ChristmasTags: Burbank, fiction, holiday fiction, Jack Liffey, Los Angeles, noir fiction, Rodger Jacobs, writers
[Originally published at 8763 Wonderland, 12/22/05] It was three days before Christmas and Trace felt a black depression coming on. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “There wasn’t enough left of her to put in a shoe box.” “Providing it’s a child’s-size shoe box,” Wellbeck confirmed. The Public Information Officer for the L.A. County Coroner’s Office offered [...]
John Wesley Hardin and Billy the Kid Drink Coffee in Hell, Part One
Posted: June 26, 2010 by Rodger Jacobs in Work in ProgressTags: fiction, Los Angeles fiction, Rodger Jacobs, short fiction
As he tumbled to the hard pavement, praying to Whomever that he didn’t strike his skull on the concrete, Trace’s line of vision fixated on two green apples as they were liberated from the canvas shopping bag and sent rolling down the walkway before coming to rest at the base of a red fire [...]
Little Obsessions
Posted: June 22, 2010 by Rodger Jacobs in Work in ProgressTags: bi-polar disorder, fiction, Hamlet, Los Angeles fiction, psoriasis, short fiction
Dr. Adjavanti was a large and imposing barrel-chested man with a complexion as dark as a cup of three-day old coffee and his rich Nigerian accent was delivered in a deep baritone that reminded Trace of Paul Robeson. The doctor frowned as he studied the thick, scaly plaque psoriasis lesions that tenaciously clung to Trace’s legs like [...]
Mr. Bukowski and the French Journalist Go To Starbucks
Posted: August 29, 2009 by Rodger Jacobs in Mr. Bukowski's Wild RideTags: fiction, Los Angeles, Mr. Bukowski's Wild Ride, Starbucks
“In your new collection of poetry from Black Raven Press, Kill All the Monkeys and Tell Me When the Circus Leaves Town,” the French journalist said, staring at her notes in a pale green steno notebook, “you poke fun once again at the nouveau riche in Los Angeles who think that they are cultured because [...]


