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by Bill » Mon Nov 07, 2011 10:42 am
APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA [from memory, this]
Could some readers here please increase their intake of anti-anxiety medication and try to calm down.
Try to grow up, too!
Fiction is fiction, not reality.
Vladimir Nabokov was not hauled off by the FBI for writing about the scheming Humbert Humbert and the delectable 12-year-old Dolores Haze, was he?
So I write naughty fiction. As do tens of thousands of other outwardly-normal people.
As Louisa Belhavel, I wrote the Clara and Iris trilogy for Richard Kazak of Masquerade Books in NYC in the late eighties; the quartet of books I wrote for Masquerade sold about 30,000 copies in all - FAR more than my big serious history books did.
Look for a book called *Adams the Pilot* and another called *Orders for the Captain* on Amazon.con; I used to write about Euro-Asian history, too.
And - back in the late eighties and early nineties - I wrote EFL stuff for publishers like Kirihara Shoten in Tokyo and Dawn Press in Nara.
I hate to disappoint anyone here, but a Criminal Records check would prove fruitless; I've never been convicted of any crime worse than being arrested on demonstrations [Vietnam & the Soviet intervention in what was then Czechoslovakia] and that was decades ago.
So the charge sheet would read "... occasional writer of erotic fiction."
Not much of a case, really.
It might stand up in court in Utah or Riyadh or Turkmenistan, but that's about it.
Get a grip, chaps!