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- Columbia, MD
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- I have contributed to Cantaraville the work:
- "A Couple" (Cantaraville Two), "Indian Summer" (Cantaraville Four), "Come Together" (Cantaraville Six), "Natural Selection" (Cantaraville Eight)
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He counts among his various influences, and in no particular order, Edith Wharton, Theodore Dreiser, George Carlin, Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Kurt Vonnegut, J.D. Salinger, Saul Bellow, Philip Roth, Joni Mitchell, James Joyce, Emily Bronte, Carl Sagan, William Shakespeare, Alan Ginsberg, Homer, BB King, Joseph Conrad, Mark Twain, Albert Camus, Neil Young, Charles D'Ambrosio, Arthur Miller, Chico Marx, Annie Proulx, Ian Fleming, Kenneth Burke, William Faulkner, Wallace Stevens, Stephen Jay Gould, Francis Ford Coppola, Jack Miles, Eugene O’Neill, Bob Dylan, Flannery O’Connor, Gish Jen, Woody Allen, Harold Bloom, Amy Hempel, Raymond Carver, Kathryn Harrison, Robert Altman, Sylvia Plath, John Updike, John Cheever, but most of all, the original odd couple, his beloved F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway.
Personal Blog: fredbubbers.com
Recent Publications:
"A Victorian in 1990" in Loch Raven Review
"Compartments" in Mississippi Crow
"Brothers" reprinted in The Square Table.
"After the Fire"
If he remembers me after these many years, it surely isn’t as an individual, but as of a type. What a sight I must have been. The mussed wavy blond hair, the scruffy beard. The black polo shirt and jeans. The brown corduroy jacket, a worn and tattered copy of “Leaves of Grass” bulging out of one side pocket, Nick Carraway’s meditation on life, passion and the American dream peering out of the other. The future rock star of American letters, radiating passion, joy, and heartbreaking charm to any lovely young thing who might be seduced. Few were.
Fred Bubbers's Blog
Doomed Couples
In 1960, Philip Roth’s Goodbye, Columbus won the National Book Award. The title story of the collection is a novella that tells of the doomed romance between Neil Klugman, a recent class college graduate who works in a library and lives in a working class neighborhood in Newark, and Brenda Patimkin, a Radcliff student from an affluent family. The differences in class, family pressures and the two young lov… Continue
Posted on September 26, 2009 at 9:23am —
Sense Memory and a Boy Scout Camp
I have always been envious of writers who are able to effectively render the natural world. I grew up in the city so in some sense, nature is a foreign land to me. It is, however, a foreign land in which I have travelled. As a boy, I was a member of Boy Scout Troop 17 in Elmhurst, Queens. There were camping trips every month throughout the year, two weeks of su… Continue
Posted on September 12, 2009 at 12:30pm —
Poem for the Rooftops of Iran
Friday, the 19th of June 2009
Tomorrow, Saturday, is a day of destiny
Tonight, the cries of Allah-o Akbar are heard louder and louder than the nights before.
Where is this place?
Where is this place where every door is closed?
Where is this place where people are simply calling God?
Where is this place where the sound of Allah-o Akbar gets louder and louder?
I wait every night to see if the sounds will get louder and whether the number increases.
It shakes me.
I… Continue
Posted on June 21, 2009 at 12:21pm —
When a Soldier Makes it Home
One afternoon when I was eight or nine, I was playing stickball in the street with some neighborhood kids and a fight broke out. Hearing the commotion, an old man who had been sitting on his front porch watching us play came down into the street to break up the fight. “Stop fighting,” he yelled. Then, more quietly, he admonished us, “You shouldn’t be fighting here at home while our boys are fighting and dying in Vietnam… Continue
Posted on March 7, 2009 at 11:00pm —
An Old Building and a New Paradigm
On an unseasonably warm afternoon in early December of 1982, I was pounding the pavement in Manhattan, trying to find my first job after graduating from college the previous spring. I had a fresh haircut, my shirt collar itched me, and I was baking inside my new moderately-priced Hagar suit of unknown fiber, and my even more mode… Continue Posted on January 24, 2009 at 11:00pm — 1 Comment
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