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Author's Note, September 25, 2002
This review is from: The Weeping Buddha (Paperback)
This may be my only way to speak to you directly, both as a potential buyer of this book and as a fan. So, let me just say that while some people don't see the connection between my creative nonfiction work and my fiction, in my opinion making a connection between Nazis and serial killers is not a stretch. And while this is a work of fiction--there is an element of truth to the story.
I was twenty-three the night Sam Todd disappeared from our New Year's Eve Party in Chinatown, and have been writing endings to the mystery of Sam Todd's disappearance ever since. I suppose this story is an attempt to put that past to rest. I got the idea during Soka Gokkai-an all-night meditation for Buddha's birthday-and was so enthralled with the idea that I left the Zendo hours before dawn to begin writing.
The question of Sam Todd had been haunting me for years, until finally it seemed that the only way to exorcise the past was to make it fiction. As a part of my research I went into the New York Times archives at the NYU Library and pulled up the old articles about Sam, the loft, the party. I copied them, made notes on them, remembered things about that time of my life. On my way out of the library I headed down West Fourth toward the East Village, and the now trendy area called NoHo. A bitter wind blasted off the East River and darkness descended as it does around those old factory buildings-quick and dense. I looked up and down Lafayette Street still able to hear his name echoing down the alleyways, our voices forever calling him to come home.
Until that moment, I thought I had left New York City because I was burned out, my career as a professional dancer over. Standing there on Lafayette, a few blocks from my old loft-a few doors down from the homeless shelter where we had scouted for Sam, night after ruthless night-I realized that I left New York because Sam Todd left me on the dance floor to get a breath of fresh air and never returned. Ever.
THE WEEPING BUDDHA is my worst nightmare made manifest in fiction. It is the result of imagination being left alone too long with an unanswerable riddle-a Zen Koan, if you will. What really happened to Sam Todd?
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
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Excellent !, November 21, 2002
This review is from: The Weeping Buddha (Paperback)
This is definitely a book that you want to keep
reading until finish. You can see the author's research
in the NY times.. At certain point I was reading a non
fiction novel. The detail of every character gives
you the feeling of knowing them, also physically. I loved
also the way chapters were written , you don't loose anything.. it all clicked. I give her a 10 !
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
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I couldn't put it down, October 15, 2002
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This book is a great read!...I started to read - just for a little while, then had to order takeout for dinner and turn my phone off for the evening. I hope this is just the beginning of a series. I need more of Devon and Loch on the trail of criminals...and more of Boo. Best of all was the dialogue - none of that stilted filler I often find, real dialogue, and wonderful description, I felt like I was walking in the streets of lower Manhattan, and on the main drag of Sag Harbor.
Please write more!...
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