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 ‘Rodger Jacobs’
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.
Soon Becomes Now
Posted: January 18, 2011 by Rodger Jacobs in Breakdown on Paradise RoadTags: Charles Bukowski, Joseph J. Ellis, Rodger Jacobs, Terry Mort, writers, writing
For the last two months I have been assiduously scribbling notes in a black basic journal for my new novel, intended for mainstream publishers, not the self-publication route. At the moment I write this, my sciatica is throbbing and an infected tooth is announcing its sinister intent so I have taken an extra prescription painkiller [...]
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 [...]
Trace and the Christmas Shoppers
Posted: December 17, 2010 by Rodger Jacobs in Literary Guide to ChristmasTags: Christmas fiction, Los Angeles fiction, Rodger Jacobs, short fiction
[Originally published at 8763 Wonderland, December 12, 2005, and Flaker HQ, 2005] It was a dry and crisp Saturday afternoon with fifteen days remaining on the calendar before Christmas. Trace never paid much attention to calendars except for their usefulness in plotting a magazine deadline. There was a time when he always had a [...]


