Zest for Life: You Are Different. So is Cold River

I am A Man Without a Country as Czechoslovakia no longer exists. In this context, the whole wide world is my oyster. In fact, the world's bohemian literature is diversifying so much that a new, more daring generation of readers is taking shape Cold River: Sink or Swim

Winning when you knew you were going to win all along is Boring with a capital B. No one wants to play a game that they can win every time. Scoring with a sure thing is fun.. but only for about Warholean 15 minutes. If you can no longer trust your instinct that tells you that you are right, jump in the lake - as any day above the ground is great. Often two minutes can be a lifetime. So I am inclined to maintain the same approach to life: expect nothing from life and then you'll always be surprised:

Cold River has been accorded a place of honor among some heavyweight tomes at Deep Books - Nonfiction writing at its best: Much More Than Escape Across the Iron Curtain

Cold River is consistent with his credo... that literature should be the voice of the dispossessed. I keep sharing with my daughter Kurt Vonnegut's concept that 'to practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it ... Gabriella: The Gardian Angel in My Life

Iron Curtain was brought to book after my daughter asked me 'Why, why, did you leave granma, dad?' Alexandra - Child of the Velvet Revolution

One of the joys of reading is how, for a little while, it helps you escape. One sign of a mature, argumentative democracy is that it expects its bright young talents to carp at their own culture. Once you have seen the injustice there is no turning back. You don't cross the Iron Curtain and come out without scar. As a result, I'm delighted to report that Cold River mania continues to spread, slowly but surely, through the web: Ralph Kaiser writes, 'It's hard to read this work and not shout: Bloody Hell!' The birth of my virtual literary child. My dragon baby!