Author Archives: Harvey Ardman

          Writing fiction is damned hard. We all know that. But why is it so hard? After all, talking—producing a continuous flow of words—is pretty easy. Three-year-olds do it effortlessly. Wait, you say, fiction is different. Oh yeah? What is … Continue reading →

Dear Sirs and Madams: I have been reading books all of my life and I intend to keep on doing it until the end. I am grateful to you folks for sharing the fruits of your imagination with me and … Continue reading →

Once upon a time—and I know this because I saw it with my own eyes—New York City had seven daily newspapers: the Times, the Post, the Herald Tribune, the Daily News, the Mirror, the World-Telegram and the Journal-American. This was … Continue reading →

Reprinted from the Review of Literary Books. Review by Eric Fowler-Partridge I’m not going to beat about the bush. A. S. Blodgett’s latest work, “What Happened Then” is one of the year’s finest books. There are characters, many of them, … Continue reading →

Writing used to be a lot harder, but if you were born after 1975, you probably don’t have the faintest idea what I’m talking about, except if it has been explained to you. You sit at your desk, in front … Continue reading →

Even now, in her 90th year, Aunt Harriet is lively, alert and knowing. She looks at least ten years younger. Decades ago, when I was in high school and she was a young woman, she was quite a package—small, slim, … Continue reading →

When I was in grade school—between WW II and Korea—I went to the Lincoln Theater every Saturday afternoon, along with hundreds of other little boys. We came to see the double-feature: two cowboy movies. The Lincoln Theater, the most decrepit … Continue reading →

          Back in the mid-1990s, two well-known technology gurus who had homes in or near Camden, Maine, got together with a dozen or so local technology-aficionados, me among them, and founded Pop!Tech, an annual technology conference—the East Coast version of … Continue reading →