To live in a world meant for other people

To live in a world meant for other people     Here a bartender carves a block of ice into a near-perfect sphere with a sharp knife and his bare hand.  A geisha steps onto the elevator in the hotel, her hair brushed back with painstaking accuracy.  In the restaurant, food is prepared with care and served with even more care.  Ugly buildings and tangled wires overhead share space with small gardens and handmade signs and window displays and rows of idle bicycles.  Neon skeletons hang by day and become breathing beauties at nightfall.  Preschoolers line up like ducks in yellow uniforms on a train platform.  I hear one visitor refer to these children as the reason why “they are so militaristic.”  My introduction to Japan is a list of quips like this one from other westerners.  I hear them from strangers on the subway.  I hear them from my co-worker who has lived here for several years.  I hear them from the occasio...

Syncopated Rhythm  "... The language is so appropriately raw when needed and so fragile in other passages ... Writing of this apparent simplicity is true craftsmanship and James carries this creative flow throughout the book ... James' gifts as a writer are extraordinary. This may be new work and if so it holds promise of an author who will likely rise in the same realm as Jonathan Saffron Foer et al." - San Francisco Review of Books Clifford and Claudia  "... [the author] can interplay gay characters with aplomb and make his story so universally relevant that the reader can simply sit back and enjoy the entertainment. And in his novel there is entertainment aplenty! ... His ability to create stories that are refreshingly unexpected places him in line with some of most established authors. Highly recommended." - San Francisco Review of Books The Story of Teddy and Eddie  "... James’ elegant style of writing inserts italicized poetic pass...

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My friends ignore me. Can't say that I blame them. I write books that they think nobody wants to read. And maybe they're right. Who wants to read about living in a world meant for other people? Are my friends right? To tell you the truth, most of my friends haven't read my stuff. Only a few have ventured in. Three, to be precise. And of the three, they all like what they have read and encourage me to keep writing. My other friends continue to ignore me. Not a word is spoken about my books. Why am I telling you this? Because, with so many books out there, it is a daunting task to find an audience for mine. Even among my friends. I need to stand out somehow just to get readers to see that I have actually written books. And that's where you come in. I know. "You're gay. I'm not sure that I could be interested in or connect with what you write," you say.  And to that I say, "It doesn't matter. My books are ava...

The Story of Teddy and Eddie Diane's Review 5 Star Review on Goodreads Jan 16, 2016 This is So Good! It took a while for me to adjust to the way the author wove his way through the narrator's life as he revisited memories. I hated what happened to Michael... Why couldn't it have been Elaine?  I think I figured out why christmas is never capitalized throughout the story.  I loved Rosalie and wanted to throttle Mr. Santini.  Teddy and Eddie need to spend some time soaking up love and acceptance from Rosalie and Anthony.  College really was a time of self-discovery and this author delved into it superbly!  I'm looking forward to reading more by James Halat. I'm certain he has more to share and such a unique way of doing so! My books on Amazon   |   Subscribe to this site   |   Contac t me   

The Story of Teddy and Eddie AnnLoretta’s Review 5 Star Review on Goodreads Jan 2, 2016 This is a hard review to write. They’re easy to throw together when a bazillion readers have turned the pages before you, and even easier when the book is about people you don’t know, about strangers, about, oh, the 19th century or about the 24th. When a book is new, when a book is about you, yourself, when it’s a call to do something you’ve known for a long time you have to do, it’s very, very difficult to read, let along write and publish your comments and put them out there for the community to see. I am Nino. Not in identical ways, but people are people are people. Or maybe what I mean is all people have the potential to be persons. Some of us grew up in “withering shadows of gray.” Some of us “Live in a future with a population of one.” For me it was a personally painful book. But I can work harder than that. This is a beautiful book. It’s a clarion call to change the prese...

The Story of Teddie and Eddie 5 out of 5 stars  ' Reality is a slippery demon.' By Grady Harp HALL OF FAME TOP 100 REVIEWER VINE VOICE on October 3, 2015. Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase. Author James Halat has experience from several locations of living. He was born in New Jersey, lived in New York City, and now lives in Tokyo Japan. To date he has published three books - SYNCOPATED RHYTHM, CLIFFORD AND CLAUDIA and THE STORY OF TEDDY AND EDDIE. Few authors can handle same sex stories as well as James as those who have had the pleasure of reading SYNCOPATED RHYTHM especially will witness. But fine as that story is, it s a novella. His full-length novel CLIFFORD AND CLAUDIA proved that he can interplay gay characters with aplomb and make his story so universally relevant that the reader can simply sit back and enjoy the entertainment. He carries that gift, developed even more fully, into this new novel THE STORY OF TEDDY AND EDDIE. James’ ele...

The Story of Teddy and Eddie These thoughts come to me this way in the middle of the night, when I am half asleep and exposed. Never this way in the light of day, where I can see them, maybe have a fighting chance. Shadows appear in the mirror, withering shades of gray. They form somewhere beneath the glass, clouding my reflection. I close my eyes. When I open them, the shadows are gone. My eyes play tricks on me. It wouldn’t be the first time. Reality is a slippery demon. My books on Amazon   |   Subscribe to this site   |   Contac t me