Steve Szilagyi is the author of the novel “Photographing Fairies”, which was short-listed for the World Fantasy Award, and made into the feature film of the same name, produced by Mike Newell and starring Sir Ben Kingsley. He worked in public relations and marketing at HBO for eight years, and went on to write for a large academic medical center, where he produced articles, speeches, books, and edited publications. He has written magazine journalism and more than 80 book reviews for the daily press. A graduate of Columbia University, he won that school’s Bennet Cerf Award for Writing. Email: [email protected]
by Steve Szilagyi My friend Ian worked hard all his life. In his seventies, he bought a big house and moved his son’s family in with him. It’s the classic multigenerational setup, and it seems to be working out. Only one thing bothers him—the zombies. “My son and his kids love the whole zombie thing,”…
by Steve Szilagyi Herb Gobel opened Trophy Recording in downtown Boston in 1948. It was a state-of-the-art studio. Perfect for the artists Herb idolized. Big bands like Artie Shaw and Stan Kenton. Vocalists like Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee. An era of composers, arrangers and sight-reading musicians. By the time I saw Trophy Recording in…
by Steve Szilagyi “Body and spirit are twins. God only knows which is which” –Algernon Swinburne When I was ten or eleven, the Great Geauga County Fair still displayed what it called human oddities (the term Freak Show had fallen from use by that time). These included the Lizard Man, the Human Pincushion, and the…
by Steve Szilagyi An air of the erotic hangs over “Norman Rockwell: The Scouting Collection” – a show of 65 paintings by America’s master illustrator currently on display at the Medici Museum of Art in Warren, Ohio. The pictures came to the Medici Museum after a Los Angeles Times article revealed that the Boy Scouts…
by Steve Szilagyi After eight years writing publicity for a cable television network, I was let go. Just in time. I was hankering to get out of Manhattan, go back to my hometown, and marry a girl I knew in high school. Once I’d gotten all that out of the way, I found myself in…