Author Archives: German Jones

Inside jokes become more or less interesting depending upon how many people are in on them. I am unsure which way is which. Most of my jokes exist between me, myself, and Tony. And the few others I have with … Continue reading →

I realized yesterday that I am not completely honest, and this is why I love my blog. Posting upon Tony, or any blog, is a performance. It is, of course, enhanced when you use a surrogate persona and/or pseudonym to … Continue reading →

I just wanted to relay an interesting quote from Christopher and His Kind. It is Christopher talking about his excitement over meeting E. M. Forster, saying the exact same things that I would say about Christopher himself: “Forster was the … Continue reading →

After my day of excited preparations for the Book Club, I needed a distraction. As I mentioned the other day, I recently finished The Berlin Stories, and was preparing for two other Isherwood novels. The first, Christopher and His Kind, … Continue reading →

That’s right, even Tony loves Oprah. And if moving to the city where she works and hitting on Stedman every chance he gets wasn’t enough, now he is starting his own book club. And he is personally inviting you to … Continue reading →

Welcome home. It took me a long while to actually sit down and read it, but I am so thankful that I did. Isherwood’s classic tale from Germany’s Weimar period in the 1930s touches me everywhere I like to be … Continue reading →

I love to dream. Often my nightvisions (which, let’s be honest, happen during afternoon naps mostly) involve the exact same thing that I am doing during waketime. But then there’s the other times. Two nights ago I was parachuting into … Continue reading →

People, like coffee, are complicated. I spend too much time sipping both. The past week has found me many opportunities to meet folks who I used to know. And to learn about what they’ve been up to since I stopped … Continue reading →

So I finished my first story by Henry James: The Turn of the Screw. I had been reading it for days, never quite sure where I had left off the last time because the prose is so dense it isn’t … Continue reading →

Here’s the background: I was on vacation and hanging out at my friend’s computer lab while she finished her shift at work. I had the overwhelming urge to be reading something, anything, and so fled to a local bookstore. One … Continue reading →