This fifty-year-old ex-copywriter’s unshaven face stared back in amazement from the device and the face and its counterpart both knew the time had come to write a blog. A blog of fictions. He’d recently affected the pipe, trusting that it instantly added gravitas to his persona and moment to what you’re about to read.
Ignore the just-discernible sleeveless T-shirt. This is a serious writer.
Hello, I’m Alex Kroll and in the following posts, I aim to trot out a few stories to see if anybody’ll read ’em. Give ’em a trial run, as it were. Probably throw in some random thoughts, too. Very random. How random? For example: Right here’s a nice picture of Jacques-Louis David’s Leonidas aux Thermopylae.
Μολον Λαβε as they say!
If you like them, the stories below are brewed from the storytelling tradition of my family and friends, the patience, faith and love of those I love and those I’ve failed in love, and the influence of Stanislaw Lem, Jack Benny, Stanley Kubrick, Jorge Luis Borges, Philip K Dick, Robert Heinlein, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Jonathan Winters, the Intelligent Channel, Thomas Pynchon, Peter Levenda, Ralph Ellison, Kingsley Amis, Robert Conquest, Nikolai Gogol, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Arthur C Clarke, Edward R Murrow, C S Lewis, J G Ballard, Rod Serling, Vladimir Nabokov, Red Smith and Ivan Klima. But one else. Not Joyce, Proust or Mann. Nix to Michelangelo, Ulugh Begh, Herodotus, Sophocles, ibn Haldun and F. Scott Fitzgerald. What did they know?
If you find the stories odd, I implore you to blame the author, but keep reading. There’s funny in there, and funny for everyone, I hope. Because we do live in strange times.