Saturday, December 9, 2017

A fascinating and well-crafted family saga

It's wonderful to find a new review by Piaras for The White Piano:

on December 6, 2017
Uvi Poznansky is an accomplished author, poet and artist, and any ink that flows from her pen is highly recommended reading. This work, The White Piano (Still Life with Memories Book 2), is no exception.

Captivating and commendable, this work had me immersed from the beginning. The story flowed from scene to scene with ease, and the author shows exceptional ability when it comes to storytelling. There are plenty of attention-grabbing moments in this page turner that will take the reader on a truly mesmerizing journey!

It’s one of those books that come along occasionally that makes you want to read it non-stop until you get to the end. I’m giving nothing further away here. And this, I hope, will only add to the mystery and enjoyment for the reader. A well-deserved 5 stars and a highly recommended read.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Wrapping my arms real soft, around me around him

“What matters is only what’s here. I touch my skin right under my breasts, which is where the little one’s curled, and where he kicks, ‘cause he has to. Like, he don’t feel so cosy no more. Here, can you feel it? I reckon he wants me to talk to him. He can hear me inside, for sure. He can hear every note of this silvery music. 
It ripples all around him, wave after wave. I can tell that it’s starting to sooth him. It’s so full of joy, of delight, even if to him, it’s coming across somewhat muffled. Like a dream in a dream, it’s floating inside, into his soft, tender ear. 
I close my eyes and hold myself, wrapping my arms real soft—around me around him—and I rock ever so gently, back and forth, back and forth, with every note of this silvery marvel. You can barely hear me—but here I am, singing along. I’m whispering words into myself, into him.”

Anita in My Own Voice

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What she is envisioning is motherhood, which is the subject of my scuplture by the same name. It is hard to imagine this is actually bronze, because the patina is made to look like marble. I polished the piece until it became completely smooth to the touch, as if nature--by gusts of wind and the flow of water--has buffed this rock over time, the way pebbles come to be. 

But in the back, I 'carved' into the piece, so as to make it look as if it has broken. This makes for an interesting balance, as if you try to make a rock stand on edge. But more importantly, it is symbolic, for self-sacrifice is the nature of motherhood.

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The minute our eyes met, I knew what to do

"The minute our eyes met, I knew what to do: so I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, which was dusting off the glass shield over the ice cream buckets, and stacking up waffle cones here and sugar cones there. From the counter I grabbed a bunch of paper tissues, and bent all the way down, like, to pick something from the floor. Then with a swift, discrete shove, I stuffed the tissues into one side of my bra, then the other, ‘cause I truly believe in having them two scoops—if you know what I mean—roundly and firmly in place. 
Having a small chest is no good: men seem to like girls with boobs that bulge out. It seems to make an awful lot of difference, especially at first sight, which you can always tell by them customers, drooling. 
I straightened up real fast, and it didn’t take no time for him to come in. I was still serving another customer, some obnoxious woman with, like, three chins. She couldn’t make up her mind if she wanted hot fudge on top or just candy sprinkles, and what kind, what flavor would you say goes well with pistachio nut, and how about them slivered almonds, because they do seem to be such a healthy choice, now really, don’t they. 
He came in and stood in line, real patient, right behind her. So now I noted his eyes, which was brown, and his high forehead and the crease, the faint crease right there, in the middle of it, which reminded me all of a sudden of my pa, who left us for good when I was only five, and I never saw him again—but still, from time to time, I think about him and I miss him so.
I could feel Lenny—whose name I didn’t know yet—like, staring at me. It made me hot all over. For a minute there, I could swear he was gonna to ask me how old I was—but he didn’t." 

Anita in My Own Voice
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My narrator for the voice of Anita is, in a word, wonderful. Heather Jane Hogan brings the words to life, and she does it in a natural way, without overstating them. You can read more about her in my introduction of her, The Woman Behind Anita's Voice.

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Monday, December 4, 2017

An urge to leave behind some clue

I turned on my heels and hastened away. Soon I found myself in a wooded area. Worn out by the long, sleepless night I curled over my knees down at the root of a Beech tree. It was smooth to the touch, which brought back a memory of another forrest. I recalled how as a child I had been caught there, scoring the bark with my pocket knife. At the time, I had promised my father never to do that again.
 And yet here I was, all these years later, with an urge to leave behind some clue, some evidence of my being here, just in case this journey would end badly for me. 
I took out my bayonet and with it carved a big heart, into which I wrote, Natasha. One day when I am long gone, she might come here to piece together what happened during my last days. She might find this symbol, this scar that would never heal. 
I could just imagine her standing here in awe. My love for her would continue to grow, higher and higher, along with the trunk.
Above me, beyond the black shapes of branches snaking around each other, a reddish hue began to wash across the sky. At first I thought it was the first hint of sunrise. With great delight I rose to my feet, only to realize my mistake. 
Far from being the subtle light of dawn, there it was, in full glare. 

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Sunday, December 3, 2017

The busiest time of the year

Jolie touched her stomach and smiled with sadness. “You never stop missing those who have gone before—but after a time, the memories don’t hurt as much. You can think of them with love.”
Zoe hugged Jolie. “Thank you. Now, on to a happier thought so that I don’t spend the rest of the evening blue—when is your baby due?”
“Just in time for the holiday!” Jolie laughed. “The busiest time of the year.”
“Christmas Day,” Heath said in droll tones as he came back up on the main deck. Brayden was right behind him, grinning wide. “And Jolie won’t let me name her Santa.”
“Noelle is nice,” Jolie countered. “And you don’t like that either.”
“Merry?” Brayden suggested.
“Boring!” Zoe and Jolie said in unison.
“There is a lot of pressure involved in naming a kid,” Heath said. “More so than a boat. Come on, sit down.” He handed Brayden a beer, took one for himself and gestured to the wines. “Zoe? What can I get for you?”
“Pinot Grigio is fine.”
 “This way we can talk comfortably,” Heath said. He handed her a glass.
“And he likes to talk.” Jolie touched Heath’s arm with affection. “He used to be the quiet, brooding type.”
“Maybe it runs in the family?” Zoe asked.
“I don’t brood.” Brayden had the nerve to look offended.
“But you are definitely quiet.” She dared him to argue with that.
“Time out, kids,” Heath said, laughing. “When are you off leave Brayden?”
Zoe sipped her wine, waiting to see what Brayden would say.

Excerpt from Returning Home by the Sea by Traci Hall
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I can't imagine a better lyrical accompaniment for her tales

Ken Stark is an author of post-epocalyptic and horror books. He was born in Saskatchewan, but has called Vancouver home for most of his life. He was raised on a steady diet of science fiction and disaster movies, so it seems right that his first published book series be about the zombie apocalypse. In his spare time, Ken tries to paint like Bob Ross and play poker like Doyle Brunson, but results suggest that he might have got it all backwards. I am thrilled to find his review of the audiobook edition of my horror book, Twisted:

on November 18, 2017
Uvi Poznansky's talent as an author cannot be understated, and I can't imagine a better lyrical accompaniment for her tales than Heather Jane Hogan. I've listened to this book a half-dozen times, and it always feels as though I'm listening to a discussion on the dark depths of the human condition in front of a roaring fire on a cold winter's day, warm cup of tea in hand

Saturday, December 2, 2017

The lion and the puddle

Here are just a few of the pics I took of this gorgeous lion, during  our safari tour in South Africa.

Our local guide, who is sitting on an extension out at the front of the jeep, spotted him in the distance. It’s very hard to spot the animals, because their coloring is so much like the vegetation of the savanna, but at this time of the year there are no leaves, so it is easier to spot in the dry season than in the rainy season. The lion came out from behind the branches and bushes, and we followed him on his way to a small puddle. By his limping, we knew he was wounded. He found his way to a small puddle, where he started lapping the little water he could find. 

Mysterious, macabre and unique storytelling

Short and sweet review from Piaras of my dark Fantasy/Horror book, Twisted:

on November 27, 2017
Author Uvi Poznansky weaves a collection of ‘twisted’ tales that will effortlessly captivate the reader’s attention from the beginning. The author pens a spellbinding collection of stories, and the characters are drawn with great credibility and persuasion. It’s a well written book that will keep you engrossed from the first page to the last. I’m a big fan of Uvi Poznansky so it’s five stars from me again.

Friday, December 1, 2017

Flapping her ears threateningly at us and thumping her foot

This is from my recent trip to South Africa. We were sitting in the back of the jeep when a line of elephants crossed the road.

I took many, many pictures, but the one I didn’t take—it happens too quick!—was when we were back in the tour bus. The road seemed clear, so the driver sped along, until suddenly a line of baby elephants crossed the road, following Big Mama elephant! In surprise, our driver slammed the breaks and managed, somehow, to stop, so all of them crossed and went on plodding away—except, of course, Big Mama. She turned around and came after the bus, flapping her ears threateningly at us and thumping her foot for extra emphasis, as if to say, ‘Never do that again! Beware, these are my people! My kids!’

Thursday, November 30, 2017

A well-crafted and captivating story

I love this review from Piaras of my family saga, Apart from Love:

on November 27, 2017
Whatever flaws we might identify or frustrations we might feel are trivial in comparison to a reader’s pure joy in losing himself/herself in a narrative. When all the elements come together: an intriguing plot, thoughtful, profound themes, complex, troubling, characters, and language that will amaze for its clarity, directness and confidence; we gratefully set all analysis aside and give ourselves up to the sheer magic of a great book. And for me, Apart From Love, is such a book.

Author Uvi Poznansky weaves a mesmerizing tale of family dysfunction with fascinating twists and turns that will effortlessly captivate the reader’s attention from the beginning. The author paints a spellbinding story about an innately dysfunctional family; Ben, Lenny (Ben’s father) and Lenny's new wife Anita. The characters are drawn with great credibility and conviction. It’s a well written novel that will keep you immersed from the first page to the last. Five stars all the way.

Santa arrived with presents for each and every one of them

Soon the kids were gathering around the huge Christmas tree, because Santa had arrived with presents for each and every one of them.  
Kyle had a huge smile of excitement on his face, and Zach watched him closely. He got along well with the other kids—which was a good thing. Many of the other mentally impaired kids from the school sometimes remained isolated, and had difficulties interacting with others. But Kyle seemed to be unusually outgoing.
Unless he tried to pull a stunt like he had the other day, when he’d jumped on top of Zach. Zach smiled wryly, as Kyle began opening his gift. That would be something Zach would have to keep an eye out for—Kyle was big, and kind of muscular, while a lot of these other kids were much smaller, and more vulnerable. Some of these kids could easily be hurt.
“Oh, wow!” Beth bent over to take a look at the digitalized keyboard, Zach was helping Kyle unwrap in its box. “Isn’t that nice? Someone must’ve known about Kyle’s interest in music!”
Zach smiled, sheepishly.
“You?” Beth gave him a huge smile, and Zach’s heart began hammering hard against his chest.
Again. It’d been beating at an irregular pace the entire afternoon.
“Most of us who work at the school donate the gifts for the exchange. The keyboard’s got a built-in radio too.” He gave her a wry grin. “I figured I might as well give him a gift that was useful, in case he never learned how to play it.”
Her laughter sounded like music in his ears. 
The party was beginning to wind down, when Luke and Kelly finally approached them to say their goodbyes. 
“You guys need to come over for dinner sometime, and see our place—it’s pretty cool,” Kelly said. “We live right on Dragonfly Pointe.”
“We’d love to.” Beth grimaced. “But are you sure you can handle us?”
Beth was watching him and Kyle, and a beautiful smile lit up her face. Zach was trying, with difficulty, to concentrate of what he was doing. Zach had managed to find a plug in for the adapter of the keyboard nearby, and Kyle was busy running his fingers over the keys. Zach sucked in a deep breath, and began playing a simple tune for Kyle.
Kelly answered Beth with reassurance. “Of course we can!”
“We’re family,” Luke said to Beth. “If you can’t turn to people like us for help with Kyle—who can you turn to?”

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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

In War There Must Be Secrets

Just found this beautiful review for the audiobook edition of my WWW Spy Thriller, Marriage before Death:

"In War There Must Be Secrets" 
Using her signature lyrical/poetic style, Ms. Poznansky has once again created a world filled with sights and sounds, inner thoughts, and in this book, riveting action. It begins with an extremely touching portrayal of Lenny and his wife Natasha, a couple facing unspoken––and thus secret––difficult times that promise to grow much worse. The book then guides us back into the couple’s earlier history with an up-close look at the French resistance during WWII. A time when “moaning minies,” mortar bombs, guns blasting, sniper’s firing, and enemy tanks filled everyone with fear, as they traveled through the lush countryside. When “beauty co-existed with horrendous ugliness,” the “rattling of our bones and the tightness of our heads,” and “soldiers falling like pins in a bowling alley” was the norm.

But what resonated with me the most was the nature of Lenny and Natasha’s love, and the ‘secret’ cat and mouse game they played with the enemy to preserve their lives and simultaneously, protect their loyalties. Even with mortar shells flying everywhere, Lenny can’t stop appreciating the little things––In the trenches where “the earth felt good, cradling me” as the soldiers snored, and forever thinking of his cherished Natasha––“Her letter in my breast pocket which made her feel closer to me,” and “flashes of what were if they were at peace.”

And all of this beautifully written novel brought to life by the thoughtful and melodious voice of narrator, Don Warrick, whose sensitivity, timing, and nuance for each scene pulled me in even closer to the author’s words. Truly excellent!

I was given this free review copy audiobook at my request and have voluntarily left this review.