I have written four novels, none as yet published. The first, Tangents, (I still think that's a pretty good title) was written as a teenager, still in high school. This angst-ridden tome follows the day-to-day tribulations of (wait for it...) a high school student, making his way through the hypocritical world of secondary education. If the novel has a theme, it would be how difficult it is to "connect" and find meaning. Hence, the title. I'm not sure where the manuscript is today--perhaps buried in a box in my basement. It was never sent to a publisher.
Most memorable about Tangents is how it provided me with the best excuse EVER for not having my homework done. I remember the morning vividly. I was in French class. I don't know why but all the high school French teachers I ever had were small, yet fierce, women. This particular one would walk down the rows as class began and check the status of each student's homework. Finally my turn came. "Is your homework done?" she asked, fire in her eyes, her high heels clicking threateningly on the linoleum flooring. Bleary-eyed I replied. "I'm sorry, Madame, I was up really late last night, finishing my novel." This was not the answer she was expecting. She paused for a moment, decided she would say nothing, then moved on to interrogate the next student.
Most memorable about Tangents is how it provided me with the best excuse EVER for not having my homework done. I remember the morning vividly. I was in French class. I don't know why but all the high school French teachers I ever had were small, yet fierce, women. This particular one would walk down the rows as class began and check the status of each student's homework. Finally my turn came. "Is your homework done?" she asked, fire in her eyes, her high heels clicking threateningly on the linoleum flooring. Bleary-eyed I replied. "I'm sorry, Madame, I was up really late last night, finishing my novel." This was not the answer she was expecting. She paused for a moment, decided she would say nothing, then moved on to interrogate the next student.
