T.V. LoCicero has been writing both fiction and non-fiction across five decades. He's the author of the true crime books Murder in the Synagogue (Prentice-Hall), on the assassination of Rabbi Morris Adler, and Squelched: The Suppression of Murder in the Synagogue. His novels include The Car Bomb and Admission of Guilt, the first two books in The Detroit im dyin Trilogy, and The Obsession and The Disappearance, the first two in The Truth Beauty Trilogy, Seven of his shorter works are now available as ebooks. These are among the stories and essays he has published in various periodicals, including Commentary, Ms. and The University Review, and in the hard-cover collections Best Magazine Articles, The Norton Reader and The Third Coast.
About what he calls his “checkered past,” LoCicero says:
“At one time or another I've found work as an industrial spy; a producer of concert videos for Rolling Stone's greatest singer of all time; one of the few male contributors to Gloria Steinem's Ms. Magazine; a writer of an appellate brief for those convicted in one of Detroit's most sensational drug trials; the author of a true crime book that garnered a bigger advance than a top ten best-selling American novel; a project coordinator/fundraiser for a humanities council; a small business owner; the writer/producer/director of numerous long-form documentaries; a golf course clerk; a college instructor who taught courses in advanced composition, music and poetry appreciation, introduction to philosophy, remedial English, and American Literature--all in the same term; a ghostwriter; a maker of corporate/industrial videos; a member of a highway surveying crew; a speechwriter for auto executives; a TV producer of live event specials; an editorial writer; the creator of 15-second corporate promos for the PBS series Nature; and a novelist.
“There is a sense in which that last occupation was the reason for all the others. Almost anyone who's ever tried to make ends meet as a novelist knows what I'm talking about.”
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For Val at 19, the summer before our rebellious 1960s is a pivotal moment. Annoyed by gender roles, estranged from a housebound mother and conventional sister, she’s deeply attached to her father, the driving force behind a covert system that keeps the wrong ethnics out of posh Grosse Pointe. Her new sex life flaunts taboos, and her pursuit of family secrets leads to a life-altering confrontation.
The Lessons of Sport
With the death of an old friend, Hall of Fame athlete Dave DeBusschere on a street in Manhattan, I found myself ruminating on the strange uses we make of the relentless world of sport.
Selling the Bison
A few decades back, when I was divorced, broke and living in a cramped abode fashioned from a two-car garage, the job promised good money and flexible hours. All I had to do was get through a two-day training session.
For a time in their dating-wars romance, she seemed too good to be true—bright, witty, gorgeous and erotic. Finally when it became clear that she was real—and adored him—there was just this one little problem.
His thumbs, his fingernails—his life, for Chrissake—everything was riding on the outcome of his son’s last Little League game. But in a fractured moral universe, Dad was holding the wrong end of the stick.
A Round with J.C.
It was only a temporary job the summer before graduate school, but when the young fellow clerking at a public course hooked up with an old black caddie, their match became one of the most unusual rounds in the colorful history of golf.
Every week on Friday Martha Parker came to clean Leda Palmieri’s Grosse Pointe home. But this Friday was different. Mrs. Palmieri did not want to do this but knew she must. After all, that narrow slice of life they shared turned on the color of help.
The Jungle Plant
From Jessica, this tale’s eccentric teller:
“Only once in a great while, like maybe every couple years, it would decide to make a flower, a blue and yellow thing I admit was kind of pretty. But you never knew when it was going to happen, and most of the time it didn’t, and most of the time that plant was just plain ugly. Anyway that stupid thing was what Winnie spent half her life worrying about.
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