Elias: 509 books

The novel opens with the thoughts of our main character, one isolated American man. “Sitting here, not so bad, the last white man in Flushing, not so bad. Being here, in this apartment, not so bad. Noise, yes, but can live with that, I think. Not so bad. But, probably, cause I keep saying, not so bad,...

A special infant, yes, symbolizing the individual spirit. Unfortunately, he is born into an insular collective society in which individualism is suppressed through the use of brute force. The infant’s name is Mutilation. He is born on Orb-Earth, to humans who call themselves Outsiders. They live in...

Interesting collection of poems. Autobiographical in nature, arising from the time I made the decision to switch careers from writer to full-time teacher. I was burned out writing for major corporations. There was too much politics and aggravation. I had a license to teach Social Studies earned years...

Born. Live. Die. That simple? No. You’re born, an infant dependent for sustenance on others. Grow old, you are fed and clothed and cleaned and put to sleep. But not for all. Some die young. Others live long in decent health until the end. Not everyone grows feeble. Most do. Old age, hospitals, nurses,...

A novel that isn’t a real novel; a novel that really is the rambling of a disjointed 21st century dude exhibiting cerebral symptoms caused by inhaling the hashish haze overhead. Being stoned to release the inner self; reaching that higher state of consciousness, and then gaining a real understanding,...

Ordinary people not involved in romantic escapes or mysteries, living routinely lives that are interesting, bizarre and different. Behind the closed door, the ordinary exist with humor and sadness and ugliness; their stories are fascinating while involved in the daily struggle with family, work, health,...

The book is a compilation of articles I wrote for my daily blog on Facebook. The focal point is the life of the everyday, beaten-down writer and what it takes to be a writer facing the ordinary adversities of the craft. I don’t try to sugarcoat anything; instead, I attempt to let you know what it means...

A poetry collection about juvenile diabetes? Yes. It is about a family of sufferers, a mom, dad, and son dealing with the onslaught of a disease that takes no prisoners. It is an honest look at diabetes taken from the person vantage point of a family so afflicted. Read the inner thoughts of a husband...

Poems of all sorts begun over forty years ago in another century, in another country but on the same continent. Poems, word associations that are supposed to associate the physical and mental with the act of living in a world that is in a solar system that is part of a universe that we can never imagine....

Our protagonist is Artie Shamash. The story explores his conflicted persona. How did that persona, his role identity develop? What is the mechanism involved that shapes each of us? The novel seeks to understand by through Artie Shamash’s life. On its face, the book’s a study of a man born into...

The stories concern a typical suburban, public high school. Typical is the operative word. Tax money poured into it, extraordinary services provided, acclaimed educators hired, spectacular facilities produced, resources, like computers and laboratory equipment acquired, extra-curricular activities created,...

What you hold readers is a book written by a newspaper reporter. I am that person, better known in literally circles as the ghost writer of the stars. It begins and ends on one extraordinary night, the night I got the biggest exclusive of my career. The story centers on one man, Joseph Kabir, the...

Memoirs of Steinfink, composed in the darkness of hell. Everything stripped; all pretense. Doomed to death by calendar. Simplifies things the way violence simplifies things when uncontrolled. Me, Steinfink revealed in this dungeon of collective intolerance. Who and what am I? Questions upon brittle lips....

John Nat not your typical young, angry American neo-Nazi. A hater, yes, turned criminal, yes, but his complexity runs deeper. He’s a nihilist with pretensions. He commits abominations, and leaves the reader wondering. Listen to John Nat ramble: “Hazy and cloudy, or maybe shadowy and dark, the...