Saturday Updates

Shabbat shalom, Stroock's Books Kibbutzim. We actually attended a pleasant Shabbat dinner at our Sovietski Jewish friend's house last night. We gained few insights but had fun nonetheless. We were the only non-Russian speaker, and when people spoke Russian to us, we'd reply, 'Da, Comrade.'

Related, an absolute classic of a Stroock's Books post.

The things. 

Our Poncho Villa short story is coming along slowly but finely. The scene is set. The characters are developing. The plot is advancing. This is one of those stories that gets written slowly then quickly. This story ends like a cross between The Professionals and The Wild Bunch but with even more dead Mexicans. 

The War Night Lexington story is also coming along just fine. We are researching the city and setting the scene. Remember, this story is mostly about seeing Frankfurt, Louisville, and Cincinatti go up in a nuclear cloud and wondering when you're going to get hit. We've got the actual mayor, H. Foster Pettit, but are making up most of the people around him. We wrote his chief of staff, and inadvertently describe Boss Hogg. Changes were made.