Bøker av Michael Newmie Newman

The author's statement to local media, November 2023: "A year in Paris with my betrothed Peruvian Contessa, Julia! - From my July 2000 plane arrival at Charles de Gaulle airport to rendezvous with my Julia, me possessing no clean underwear or socks or French Francs but plenty of hangover, to our June 2001 departure (again on separate flights) my own search for personal meaning and human understanding amongst the hallowed streets within The City of Lights could only have been accomplished with the chosen one, my contessa, My Julia! Teaching a tough daily schedule after the morning dismal, smelly metro ride to receive the meager earnings to survive brought mental fatigue and a multitude of frustrations. Writing, in the hopes for the yet-unmet greater earnings and the fleeting shot at publishing immortality. Our living together as a first engaged, then married, couple was new and exciting, a romantic encirclement of love and adoration as beautiful as the tulips in Les Champs de Mars." My Contessa, My Hemingway, My Paris is Michael Newman's witty, intellectual description of himself as one young ex-pat man's valiant pursuit of human connection while navigating the endless and unnexpected trials concerning all aspects of committed relationship - a holy sacrament his youth had never been fully exposed to - while at the same time shirking the imposed and long-overdue reconcilings to his past family relationships. To prove to himself and all who would listen, albeit comically, that the Greeks knew it best: a lack of stoicism unleashes the juggernaut of unmitigated tragedy. Yet, in the process leading to the eternal finals, a redemption is seen in the distance arising from a Love from a Good Woman intersecting with Faith in Our Creator! Indeed, we all know well those errors of our youth we were given adequate warning to avoid. Warnings from our parents, teachers, sweaty coaches, smarmy ce to Accept!lergy, our unfaithful best buddies... even from The One staying forever close & faithful, Who never, ever abandons... Should we make that Good Choice! At times vitally humorous, at times naturally given to be melancholy - and from the openning pages on, terminally perplexing - Michael "Newmie" Newman's artful love for his wife as doctrinal canon, his relationships with heroic writers and bons vivants past and present forever confounding his logical self, and his fickle adoration of Paris bereft of decisive convictions to stay or leave, offer more than plain monologue to the reader as a fellow sojourner soul-searcher. Veritably, the non-formulaic discourse brings the reader's cognizance back to that certain odds available freely to us in Western Civilization: Take that one-off chance boldly to try for a new life elsewhere, or remain reserved and comforted in situ. Read My Contessa, My Hemingway, My Paris for the mere joy of reinvigorating the purest sentiments found locked up within your own secret wanderlusts. As so wished by the author as he wrote, Michael's picturesque, resplendent choice of each written word is sure to leap from the very first pages and set a modish travel affection in motion for the Paris-Disciple. Yes! Read it! And, amateur-philosophe, be not disappointed! Neither be discouraged nor abandoning of dreams. The guarantees are again present and humbly offered. Simple to understand and accept! Then, so, in this concluding respect: Relax... and... Read! If only by reason to grow the new warmth, and the new vitality, together as one catalyst to re-blossom and foment the forgotten, hidden classical-literary desires of youthful adventure perculating down at the depths within your own mind, your own heart, your own strength, and your own soul.