Deception and working truth (1)


There are so many ways to lie, so few ways to hold a working truth. Then, It takes but a moment to create another lie; it takes forever to disprove it (unknown)

Define the word

I am writing a dramatic novel with the working title,  Executioner’s Son.  

Wooden Church, Suzdal, Russia

Wooden Church, Suzdal, Russia

Deception is the backdrop against which the characters act out their roles.  The locations are three: Suzdal, Russia; Moscow, and Mariel, Cuba. It opens in Suzdal, a medieval Russian town, where those who survived the Mongol extermination of 1238 emerged from the forests and ravines to form modern Russian from under the ‘Mongol Yoke’. It is 1953. The Bolsheviks, Mongol-like, regained Russia to reimpose the “Mongol Yoke” while, Mongol-like,  exterminating millions and enslaving the survivors.  Suzdal’, once Russia’s spiritual center, has become prison in the Gulag system.   The Bolsheviks exhort with slogans.  “Building Socialism!”  “Life’s becoming better, sweeter.”  “Work makes you free.”

Deception’s purpose is to blur meaning.

Mary Lou Ellen’s shift at the paper mill is released earIy. She stands at the head of the bed, armed, her husband, Chet, and best friend no longer thrashing beneath the sheets. Chet looks over the front sight into Mary Lou’s squinted gaze. “Mary Lou, you gonna believe me or your lying eyes?”

Step one: Survive.  Step two: everything else.

If we are to have half a chance to discern a ‘working  truth,’ we define, share and hold firm the meaning of words.


fiction has to two meanings:

  • literature in the form of prose, especially short stories and novels, that describes imaginary events and people, I.e. Novels, stories, (creative) writing, (prose) literature.
  •  I write fiction. It is honorable.
  • Invention or fabrication as opposed to fact; its synonyms are lies, fibs, untruth, falsehood, fantasy, nonsense, deception.

A fiction is a story that is invented either to entertain or to deceive (her excuse was ingenious, but it was pure fiction).   

We judge liars with care. There are societies here and there on the face of this earth, which demean fabrication. In others, lying is survival.


Deception is an aggressive act.

Deception is an act of aggression. We use deception to gain advantage,  create uncertainty, give the opponent pause.

I am curious as to how Suzdal forms Danton Larionov and Ekaterina Soroka when these two Russians encounter the American, Richard Belisle and the Canadian, Marie Jeanne Charbonneau in 1973 Berlin.

Why deceive?

We will examine that in the next issue.


Upon a long road

Colorado landscape–one actor in the novel,  "The Wounded"

Colorado’s Mt. Wilson, an actor in the novel “The Wounded”

Dubai Fountain

Dubai Fountain. I look out on the pool and fountain.  I have yet to tire of watching it.

It has been a long road across storied lands – Croatia, Germany and the United Arab Emirates before I go to the farm. Patrice is teaching these two months in Colorado, and felt I would be underfoot, so…I’ve come to Dubai to write and visit my child.

The United Arab Emirates, financed by European and American petrodollars, is a collection of sultanates (princedoms) of which Abu Dhabi and Dubai are the wealthiest.  Thirty years ago a sand wasteland, it now advertises itself as a commercial ‘crossroads’ and so they are, insofar as gazillions of dollars and euros cn convert ‘vision’ into hotels, fountains, airports, malls and office buildings.  This is not unprecedented––sudden wealth and sudden building boom––in the history of the world.  Dresden was once a newly build city as I see growing around me here.  [Read more…]


A Simple Plan

The Wounded (To Blog)


  Two down; three to go

There is a recent novel, A Simple Plan, where two brothers and their friend stumble upon the wreckage of a plane–the pilot is dead and his duffel bag contains four million dollars in cash. In order to hide, keep, and share the fortune, these ordinary men all agree to a simple plan. The title is ironic.

I have a simple plan:  write five linked historical novels set against the backdrop of the cold war deception. Two down; three to go. [Read more…]


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“The Wounded” is the second book of Townsend’s The Long War Series. Ricky Belisle travels across the south and west of America, a minor league baseball player, seeking redemption before his family, his people, his Marie Jeanne. It is 1960, the nuclear age. His forebears far into the mists of time––father, grandfathers, great-grandfathers and beyond––had been warriors. The world no longer needs such men. He encounters temptation and corruption and injustice, a south of explosive rage,  injury and death lurking behind the friendly grin. Within the baseball stadium, there are rules, which are firm, just and clear.

He signs to a AAA team, on his way to the ‘big house.’ A run down between third and home, a concussion, and his quest for redemption is stopped short.  Marie Jeanne finds him on a Colorado mountain, recovering, hardened. Indifferent nature tests them, their love, their worth, yet again.


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Long Road: Dresden to Dubai

Novelist seeking words in storied lands

Dubai Fountain

DUBAI: Michelle’s apartment looks out upon Dubai Fountain. Click here for one of many u-tube videos.

The Zwinger Palace, Dresden

DRESDEN The Zwinger Palace

 Our year abroad on a budget approaches an end. Our strategy was to live where it was inexpensive (Rovinj, Croatia) in order to afford better (Dresden, Germany), then giga-expensive (Dubai) (visiting a child). It has worked.

Patrice and I have temporarily went our separate ways, she  to Boulder, Colorado to teach and I to Dubai. We will meet in Northern Wisconsin in mid-October to spend the winter at the farm. Weather predictions suggest the coming winter will be as the last––brutally cold, overcast and heavy snow.  Note to Robert; buy firewood.

I’ve come to Dubai visit my daughter and to finish the third novel,  Executioner’s Son, in The Long War series. My child has been the personification of kindness and hospitalityThe novel is a bastard.

I know about as much as you what the finished Executioner’s Son might look like. The protagonists, Danton Larionov and Ekaterina Soroka, are Russian, the novel taking place in Soviet Russia circa 1952-1962.  They enter one another’s life in Suzdal, a once beautiful Russian medieval monastic city,  now a Gulag.  I both understand and do not understand what drives these two young people. They are of course human with human failings and yearnings, but also Soviet Russian young people coming of age in a blood-drenched era from whose capitol, Moscow, the orders emanated to murder millions.

In Dresden, in the former East Germany, Soviet occupied for forty-five years,  they glance eastwards with a quivery nervousness as Vladimir Putin, the former Dresden KGB boss, presses westward. Might he be satisfied with Ukraine? [Read more…]


Memory and memorial

Every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the.’

Mary McCarthy, a  New York writer and Trotskyite, speaking of Lillian Hellman, a New York writer and Stalinist, on the Dick Cavett show (January, 1980)

Dresden, Germany

Dresden view from apartment window, June 2014

View of Dresden from apartment window, June 2014

Dresden after night of 13-14 USAAF and RAF bombing.

Dresden after night of 13-14 Feb 1945 USAAF and RAF bombing and the.

 I am in Dresden until late summer. We have rented a fourth floor apartment in Dölzschen, a village a mile SSE in the foothills with an amphitheater view of Dresden’s city center.  Often I forget how close the German city is to the German countryside. Though German towns now merge into one another like suburbia in America, this five- or six-hundred year old farm village still, if not for much longer, has a sense of the country.  The town hall (rathaus) borders the barn yard (bauerhof).  It is as if in the morning and evening cows still walk to pasture down the main street.

Our apartment has high-stadium view of the downtown where the 13-14 February 1945 Dresden firestorm gutted the city. One can almost feel, having finished the milking that evening sixty years ago, the farmer hears the horses, agitated, their heavy hooves striking the pen boards a few times, resonance to the first few bombs the pathfinders dropped to mark the target zone, then the silence, then down along the Elbe River,  the city beneath the clouds lights up in fire and explosions.  The firestorm killing twenty-five thousand. In the conflagration the innocent, half-innocent and guilty alike perished. Such was the first half of Europe’s twentieth century; 25,000 dead barely registered a blip. [Read more…]


Camouflage, Concealment and Deception

…and Catastrophic Anthropogenic Global Warming

God protect and preserve our Nature.

Atonement Cross:       God Protect and Preserve our Nature.

I have been taking long walks in the Upper Swabian countryside this spring. The Alps like the Rockies advance or retreat as is their wont and per the air’s clarity. This is a rich and well watered land, tended these last several hundred years with respect and honor.  I am a northern Wisconsin farm boy; I’ve worked long hours in the fields and in the woods.  I marvel here at how meticulously the woodsmen harvest the timber, quickly (and in straight rows) replant, then fastidiously control weeds until the young trees themselves shade the competition.  I could similarly go on for pages about the crops, and then the farm animals.  The German farmer himself may speak haltingly about his inner feelings for the land, which is perhaps why he has paid his poets and musicians, those who homage this visually and in actuality fecund land, so well.

Forest monument, A young pole executed, 1941

Memorial to  to a young Pole executed for love, 1941

…and built a lot of Feldkreuze.  This monument,  God Protect and Preserve our Nature, lies across the farm track from the memorial to the Polish student the Nazis executed for his betrothal to the local German girl. Each marker is well-tended. The locals I question (don’t for a moment think farm folks, German or American, are reluctant to tell a story), think the placement is random, but perhaps we can let it symbolize duality in the human soul, eh?  We are each capable of sublime generosity and base cruelty. My own motives have been on occasion pristine, often enough, base. [Read more…]


Germany, Great Dreams

Great Nightmares

I am a Germanophile. There is not much about this land I do not admire.

Rheinland-Pfalz family friends, I've often hoisted those boys into the air. No more.

(May 2014) Rheinland-Pfalz family friends, I’ve often hoisted those boys into the air. No more.

When I first lived in Germany (Berlin, 1970-75), I was young, inexperienced and busy; my goal was to have a good time. The second time I lived in Germany (Rheinland-Pfalz, 1978-82), married with children, my goals were to be a good father and good soldier. Those struggles no longer constrain me. I have time. My goal is to write good novels.  My novels are concerned with camouflage, concealment and deception (denial and deception); they describe a ‘smoke and mirrors’ world. Truth is conditional.  Great dreams distort, nicht wahr?  So, Fair warning.  This is a self-teaching blog.  [Read more…]


Illmensee, Germany, May Day 2014


The garden next door, Obere Dorf Str. 20, Illmensee, Germany

o The garden next door, Obere Dorf Str. 20, Illmensee, Germany

Patrice and I have been in Illmensee, Germany these few weeks.  I was stationed eight years in Germany. Christopher and Michelle were born here, Robert, Marcia and Deborah had their escapades and I count myself a Germanophile.  I can remember only one unpleasant day, a wet snowstorm in 1972 when my car broke down on the Berlin Ringstrass and learned the word  Abschleppdienst.   [Read more…]


The Slavs, Tragically

 It seems idyllic

We are in Ljubljana today and tomorrow, 14 & 15 April 2014, passing through Slovenia on our way to six-months in Germany; it will be research, more or less,  for me, a pilgrimage, more or less, for Patrice.  Patrice’s mother lived her adolescence and teen-age years in  WWII Berlin; her father escaped Germany in 1938.

WWII Massacre, Bosnia

WWII Massacre, Bosnia

Crossroad Massacre, Istria

Crossroad Massacre, Istria

Until I revisit Suzdal, the Balkans provide sufficient sense of done to death by definition. I had described in an earlier post Balkan crossroads and town squares commemorating massacres.  One keeps stumbling over others. My grandparent, Francis Grivic and Frank Lavrich, two Slovenian peasants  immigrated to Joliet, Illinois, in 1905.  [Read more…]