Ready to go: front and back covers for Bromo No.5 Exciting times today. After months of dithering and procrastination I recently got off my backside and did something about getting my next book out there into the public gaze. Now, thanks to the wonderful people at Design For Writers, the front and back covers have been created and are set to go. And the text has been revised, checked and tweaked to the nth degree and has at last been formatted as both paperback and e-book. Here is a preview of the covers. Opinions and comments welcome. The coming days… Continue reading
Welcome to my world. My name is Tony Berry, writer and editor (and lifelong pedant) with five crime fiction books and two memoirs to my name. Also running addict, failed chef, theatre 'luvvie' and dedicated cruciverbalist
An uncrowded beach, family-run inns and guesthouses, fishing boats and genuine local cuisine: a place familiar to millions but unrecognisable in this postcard of Lloret de Mar in the 1950s. MEMORIES continue to be stirred as I return to flicking through those old postcards about which I wrote some time… Continue reading
Postcard from Germany: old wool mill restored and thatched by scouts for their own use Some travels rouse a far greater depth of feeling than others. For example, a gentle meander through the chateaux and vineyards of Normandy and Burgundy could not be compared to visits made to Buchenvald, Auschwitz… Continue reading
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On the tarmac at Beirut International Airport: a Comet 4C of MEA So, moving right along … The next postcard to take my eye among my recently discovered trove of long-lost messages home was another bog standard picture of an aircraft. This one is dressed in the livery of MEA,… Continue reading
Concorde: up, up and away. If there is any validity in the saying that “every picture is worth a thousand words” then my hoard of old postcards could generate sufficient information to create an entire book. Whether of fact or fiction is open to debate. As reported in previous posts… Continue reading
Souvenir of a visit that is beyond recall Yesterday’s gone. But it lingers on, the details not forgotten unless it was one of those total wipe-out booze-laden occasions. Same for last week, the month that has passed and, hopefully, the highlights at least, of the year before this one. All are within recall in varying degrees of detail unless one sadly suffers, like far too many appear to do, from some debilitating condition. Going further back down the tracks of life, however, requires more mental effort. Additional reminders and prompts are needed, like a fading actor who has lost the facility… Continue reading