Comments on: Greg Lippert and Robert Haydon Jones

By: Brian Pettee

Brian Pettee — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 02:43:22 +0000

Hey Bob you definitely have an ear for authentic dialogue … stuff that makes a story crackle … that is what keeps me reading.

By: sean beaudoin

sean beaudoin — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 03:28:44 +0000

Interesting stuff, Bob. I’ve heard tales of the fetching qualities of Maurice that go beyond the short form. The ear is a nice, odd touch that lends a real underbelly to the scene.

By: malachy McCourt

malachy McCourt — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 01:25:31 +0000

Its odd the way this story makes drabness come alive.Faraway violence seems more threatening and that a man harmless drunk should be a victim.Makes me think I should do something good this day

Well done & up to standard

By: Charles L. DeFanti

Charles L. DeFanti — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 21:46:53 +0000

Only a supple short story can manage etherial events like this — “aloneness” (if not loneliness) is best explored in relationship to those we scarcely or not at all. This narrative pricks every nerve. (And — btw, Bob. Are you sure that one-breasted gamin did not have a black beard? I seem to remember otherwise. Time for another story).

By: Ed Lambertson

Ed Lambertson — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 18:56:41 +0000

A troubling glimpse of the under-belly of society, a part I never think about or more honestly stated “afraid to think about” A very solid story that churns up some “curious” feelings.

By: Dave Monroe

Dave Monroe — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 00:56:42 +0000

Nice story about how deeply imbalanced social encounters can be. For one man his encounter was vivdly rememberd and valued; for the other man, the encounter was just barely remembered. Also overtones of how alcoholics tend to subconsciously reach out for help while their affliction stays stuffed with denial. Senseless random violence, and nice over tones of classis, pulp noir fiction.

By: dave monroe

dave monroe — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 00:51:08 +0000

A nice story about how imbalanced social connections can be. For one man an encounter holds deep meaning; for the other man, the encounter is barely remembered. For the one man it seems he’s subconsciously reaching out for help with his alcoholism, but his affliction is stuffed with denial; of course the encounter is long remembered for him. Also, nice overtones of classic pulp noir mean streets tales.