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Tag Archives: Italian-American
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
Posted in Cinema, photography, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged atlantic city, fathers and sons, Italian-American, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, Video
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John Fante
Inferiority might have been your first memory. Though you were born on American soil, Denver, CO, April 8th, 1909, the chinked chains of immigration had you by the throat and bowels, pinched your nerves as you butted your head against … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged april 8th, arturo bandini, ask the dust, Italian-American, John Biscello, john fante, literature, los angeles, novel, novelist, poem, portrait, prose poem, tribute, writer
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Grandmother
She was short, a spud of a woman, who in the summer looked like an overbaked potato. Her hair was a mushroom-cap, a helmet-poof petrified by copious amounts of Aqua Net hairspray. My grandmother was sweet, exceptionally sensitive, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, elder, family, grandmother, grandson, Italian-American, John Biscello, love, matriarch, Prose, story, the writing life
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No Man’s Brooklyn
I have started working on my new novel: No Man’s Brooklyn. A return to the bones of childhood, and to tangled roots. A return to the gritty lore of Bensonhurst.
Posted in Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, family, Italian-American, John Biscello, Literary, no man's brooklyn, novel, preview
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My Unreal Family
At times I feel like I invented them, along with the rest of my childhood. Which, in a sense, I suppose I have. They are who they are they are, regardless of my perceptions and analysis, yet I have, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, brooklyn spleen, catholic, fiction, Italian-American, John Biscello, Prose, story, urban
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John Biscello 