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Tag Archives: atlantic city
Brooklyn for Reel
Video recording of a reading from my novel, No Man’s Brooklyn, as part of “Italian Good Fellas Night” at SOMOS (Taos, NM). In this scene, father and son pay a visit to Atlantic City, where gambling, drinking and storytelling play out … Continue reading
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Tagged atlantic city, fathers and sons, Italian-American, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, Video
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Fathers and Sons
I understand that I am not only with my father and grandfather as family, but also as a writer. I am sketching them. The mechanical hand in my mind that never stops is charting and sketching and composing them. I … Continue reading
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Tagged atlantic city, fathers, John Biscello, loss, no man's brooklyn, novel, sons
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Relapse
We head to a different bar, with an island theme. A bartender with a yellow lay collaring his neck says aloha and asks us what we’re drinking. My father says Johnnie Walker Black double. When my father asks me … Continue reading
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Tagged addiction, alcohol, atlantic city, Brooklyn, father, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, Prose, relapse, son
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Fathers and Sons
I see and hear throughout dinner, how my father so desperately wants to impress my grandfather, wants to be applauded by him, recognized, seen. My father bulldozes in with his own stories. About having met and become friends with … Continue reading
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Tagged atlantic city, dinner, dysfunction, family, father, grandfather, John Biscello, love, men, no man's brooklyn, novel, son, story
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Atlantic City
We check into the Trop, where my grandfather and his wife are also staying. My father calls my grandfather and we make plans to meet for dinner at 5 at one of the restaurants. When he gets off the … Continue reading
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Tagged atlantic city, Brooklyn, drinking, family, father, gambling, hotel, John Biscello, son, story
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