
Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...one...blastoff...
Just a few short fortnights ago, I blasted off to the last century at Mamie Van Duren's
blonde bombshell extravaganza.
Today, please join me on a climb into a metallic, piano-sized object,
the same object, say, that's off to Pluto.
And, where's it going?
To Miami in 1965.
Bienvendio a Miami!That's the name of my novel, that, I pray, my agent will give me word, hopefully... please higher Jewish power, by the end of the week if it's a go or not.
A quick review in pictures (that's how I wrote the thing, from a bunch of old photos that stimulated my brain cells, not to mention got me a warm seat in the therapist's office).
It started out as a memoir, a loose collection of shorts some seven years ago. Then, it evolved into fiction.
Yes, I admit--I embellished facts, changed names and situations, even adding a fictional Cuban backdrop, up on a mountain top where word was spreading of revolution. (Maybe that part wasn't fictional.) Those are the facts, you decide.
And now for a TIPTip: Write from photos, mixing fiction and nonfiction to create a story web.
Scandal in the Literary WorldBefore we board the spacecraft, let's take a look at James Frey's "A Million Little Pieces"
No comment on that, except a little Algebraic thought--
New math equation of the literary world--fiction + nonfiction = fiction
Of late their have been many who have written novels and come up with--
fiction + nonfiction = nonfiction
But we'll leave that for Oprah to handle, at the same time, blessing her heart for getting Americans of every stripe to read in the first place.
It's not recommended that one take a space craft without some training.
So, here's the beef of the Bienvenido a Miami trip, my past postings on writing a novel from photos--
Bienvenido a Miami Graffiti
Bienvenido a Miami--50s, 60s or 70s?Bienvenido a Miami--Character Development using Photos
The door has now opened. You couldn't hear it because technology today is noiseless.
Step inside.
Blastoff...It's 1965. You're on South Beach. This is what you find...Check out the dame on the left. She's totally 1965!
Dominant, social butterfly, bell-of-the-South-Beach ball,
could she be...a...Canasta cheat,
who runs to Cuban doctors for that Dr. Feelgood pump?

Those are the facts and photos, you decide.
Or, perhaps, she could she be a bathing beauty?
Naaaaaa, but she's sure to entertain the nostalgia of what grandmas used to be. There was no "Fabulous at Fifty" or "Boomers at Sixty" back then, only Jewish grandmothers on South Beach swimming in chicken soup, which, by now, with today's technology you should be beginning to smell.