Like your first baby, an author’s first book has a very special place in their heart and in the hearts of those who read it. In it, all the inarticulate yearnings of the creative spirit find voice for the first time and the subject matter is often the most deeply felt and important material that an author will ever express.
My first book was called Chains Around the Grass. The most autobiographical of all my novels, it is the bitter-sweet story of a childhood in the shadow of tragedy, as well as the brutal reality of the immigrants’ yearning for an American Dream which is part fantasy and part untouchable reality. Critics called it: “writing charged with searing, emotional truth …which unravels a tale of childhood, betrayal and the unending resilience of family love.”
It’s been out of print for a while, but it is now available on Kindle.
To see it, and the cover (a real photo of me and my brothers from the year my dear father passed away), click here.
I hope you will read it and enjoy it and write me a note about your feelings. As I said, this one’s my baby.
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