The New Love in My Life

Posted by Carole Stuart on October 09, 2009 | (16) Comments

My life has been filled with adventure, excitement and romance.  I like to try new experiences.  For instance, never having learned how to ride a bike as a kid, I’m going to learn now.  I dance tango but look enviously at the salsa dancers who seem to be having so much fun. Salsa is next on my dance list.

Until a couple of months ago, television was, well, just tv.  But all that has changed and has taken me into a new relationship.  I’m in love with my HD TV.

When I was encouraged to buy an HD TV I didn’t see the point. My old television worked.  But now I understand. Now I rush home, pass my other televisions in the living room and in my study and enter my bedroom.  My HD TV is not any ordinary HD TV – it’s a Sony 1080 32” screen.  Okay – it’s not the biggest screen but it fits perfectly in my cabinet in my bedroom where I removed the dinosaur that lived there happily until it was recently replaced.  The Sony is a thing of beauty.  Sleek, black screen, thin, elegant. 

Along with the TV came another new experience: Sports.  Everything looks great on HD TV but nothing looks as good as Sports.  The greens of the grass, the vivid colors of the uniforms, The Tour De France was beautiful – not only the cyclists who were resplendent in their colorful spandex – but also the beautiful French countryside sprang to life in better-than-living color.

I’m not giving up on “House” or ” Law & Order” but I have found myself watching football.  I confess I enjoy watching the NY Giants in their colorful, tight uniforms revealing tight butts and bulging muscles.  What have I been missing?  I’ve learned what a field goal is, a down, I gasped in concern when Eli Manning turned his ankle and had to leave the game.– I’ve given myself over to the zen of it. It’s also fun to watch with serious fans who patiently answer my dumb questions.

When the cable guy came to change my wiring from very old to very new, he admired the SONY 32” set in my bedroom, coupled with the Eames chair I placed in front of it for better viewing.

I asked him what size HD he had .(This is the question everyone asks. “How big?” has taken on new meaning.) He casually replied, “52”. But, he pointed out, “I’m the cable guy!”

In Stores Now…

A Detective’s Firsthand Account of Murder
and Mayhem
By Jim O’Neil and Mel Fazzino

This is the latest in our true crime/mafia series.  It’s not just another “cop” book.  It is an action-packed, page-turner memoir of a cop who seemed to be in every major NYC bust. 

Over twenty years, from the 1960’s to the 1980’s Jim O’Neil was involved in solving headline-making cases. He helped put Harlem drug lord Leroy “Nicky” Barnes out of business. He was in the center of cracking open the Black Liberation Army case…and was the first detective on the scene of the “Dog Day Afternoon” bank robbery.  O’Neil was the police equivalent of Woody Allen’s Zelig – he was always where the action was.

Jim is the real deal New York City cop – he talks like one and this book describes New York City’s most violent and corrupt years.

We launch our publicity campaign on Long Island where Jim lives with a signing at the terrific independent bookstore, Book Ends in Huntington.  If you are in the area, the signing is October 23rd at 7PM.  For more details, contact Suzanne Henry at  If you can’t get to the signing, and want a copy Suzanne will help you with that!

CORRECTION: I got the name wrong for the bookshop where Jim O’Neil is having a signing for “A Cop’s Tale.”  It is: Huntington Book Review.  Same date as above. 


You Can Go Home Again… Sort Of

Posted by Carole Stuart on September 08, 2009 | (56) Comments

What was a nonsports fan doing in Coney Island last week? Baseball, that’s what. I can follow the game but just about. I was invited by a group of passionate sports fans who meet and eat and talk weekly at a favorite eatery in Greenwich Village. (I can’t reveal the name because then you’d know about it, and I’d never get in the place.)

The plot was hatched by Steve Jones, owner of The Knickerbocker (oops, there goes his cover) who scored tickets to watch the Brooklyn Cyclones get beat 4-2 by the Hudson Valley Renegades, both minor league teams.

The Cyclones are a farm team for the Mets. That night, Carlos Beltran, a Mets star who has knee trouble, was rehabbing with the Cyclones. The weather was fine, the moon was almost full. The stadium, unlikely as it seemed to me, is two blocks away from Nathan’s Famous, on the site of the equally famous Parachute Jump, set scenically behind right field, the beach beyond it.

It wasn’t a good night for Beltran. He had a hit and an RBI in the first inning, but later, Beltran got tagged out diving back to first when the batter fanned. And in the eighth inning, he comes up with a man on and strikes out on a bad pitch. Big play of the game, it turns out. Air goes out of the balloon. Cyclones die.

At that point, Steve stands up and yells, “Send him back to the majors!”

The pitcher who struck out the great Beltran looked to be about two years out of high school. I could see him calling his mom to tell her how he sent the great Met down to defeat.

If you want to read the fuller, funnier version of the above, check out Lew Grossberger’s blog. This one can be found here.

What really brought me to the party was the chance to ride the N train from Manhattan to the end of the line – Stillwell Avenue – Coney Island. When I was a kid, my Hamptons beach was Bay 8th Street, Coney Island.

Walk out of the train station, cross the street, and there is Nathan’s. Walk down to the boardwalk, and there’s my beach. They prettied it up a bit, but the sand and ocean were the same as when my mother spread her blanket, and my sister, mom and I spent our summer days. At the end of the day, we’d shake out the sand, and hidden by a giant towel, we squirmed out of our sandy, wet bathing suits into our clothing. On the way to the train, we always stopped at Nathan’s for a better hot dog than the one I had last week.

On Tuesday nights, we often stayed late for fireworks. And sometimes, my father met us. He’d belly up to the counter at Nathan’s and bring us a paper plate laden with six or eight dogs piled high. Fries were in a cone cup. Delicious. The ride home on the train was preceded by a stop at Phillips – a store on the corner just before you’d enter the train station. They sold saltwater taffy, candied apples, popcorn, and such. My sister, Jane, and I would switch off each day: One would get sweet, the other salty popcorn. The sweet bag had bright pink kernels mixed into the white ones. Those were special and saved for last. Philips is gone now. Lyle and I visited it for one last look and one last bag of popcorn before they closed and for a major renovation of the train station. Philips never returned but the train station is spectacular.

This trip on the BMT/N was my lifeline. I lived in Borough Park and took the train every weekday to New Utrecht High School. It’s still there – I saw it out of the train window. Most of the trip was above ground. The train route was on an elevated track that we used to call the “El.” On this visit, the train became an amusement ride passing through familiar and new neighborhoods. Most of the buildings were the same as I remembered them, but the signs were different, ”Sushi,” “Bodega,” reflecting a new group of residents. The variety of language on the signs was evidence of the ethnicity of the population.

I saw myself getting off at my high-school station, stopping at Chookies, our candy store hangout where girls in pleated skirts, knee socks and tight sweaters flirted with boys, not quite knowing what we were doing. When I got older, during the summer I spent my teen years on the Coney Island beach with my friends. We flirted with the lifeguards, so cute with their tans and sailor hats. We were awkward, self-conscious because most of us hadn’t yet “developed” and wore bathing suits with padded bras, which, when wet, creased badly revealing flat chests.

Life was not without anxiety, fears that “bad girl” gangs might beat us up if we looked at their boyfriends. It was fun, too, being a cheerleader, being popular.

Many years later, I went to a reunion of my graduating class. It was held near the school in a catering hall in Bensonhurst. I discovered that people who go to reunions usually feel they look pretty good or have turned out well.

I was an underachiever, an average student, but with lots of pals. By the time of the reunion I had a good and interesting life. It surprised at least one of my old friends, who commented at the reunion, “Who would have thought you’d do so well?”

I have done well. It’s been a good life. The trip to Brooklyn brought it all back.

Enough of the nostalgia. I got carried away with myself. So now a little, old-fashioned book plugging.

It comes as no news that book publishing is in shambles. Bigger guys than little Barricade are pulling in their belts until you can hear the screams. We are in a holding pattern ourselves with emphasis on our good backlist.

Backlist titles are the foundation of a publishing company, No matter how successful a front list book is, it’s the backlist that gets us through those rainy seasons. We’ve had more than our share of bad weather, but we are okay. If I said “fantastic,” it would be a lie, but we are okay.

Our backlist is sometimes outselling our new titles. A star at the moment is the 7th edition of THE COMPLETE BOOK OF US PRESIDENTS by William A. DeGregorio. The book is now edited by Sandra Lee Stuart, whose name will be familiar to most of my readers. She’s my stepdaughter and a talented editor and writer. This edition, with a chapter about Barack Obama, shipped out very nicely.

Another backlist winner is LIVING THE MARTIAL WAY by Ret. Maj. Forrest E. Morgan, of the United States Air Force. It is now in its 16th year and is a consistent excellent seller. MARLEY AND ME (not the dog – the singer) has also been selling well over many years.

New now and selling is ROD SERLING AND THE TWILIGHT ZONE. The 50th anniversary of the television series is coming up in October, and there will be signings in Binghamton and Ithaca, N.Y., where Serling lived and taught, The book offers an insightful look at Rod Serling’s life, Zone’s most memorable episodes and why they resonate so forcefully with viewers. There is an introduction and commentary by Serling’s wife, Carol, and photos of some of the show’s most famous actors and edgiest shots.

JAILING THE JOHNSTON GANG, is the story of a gang of serial murderers, Norman, David and Bruce A. Johnston Sr. that terrorized communities throughout the East Coast of the United States. This bottom-of-the-gene-pool family also killed each other. This title has been a happy surprise with an author who hand-sold the book initially until the chains finally caught onto it and started ordering copies. Last of this short list is BALLS, the life of Eddie Trascher, “gentleman gangster” who scammed money from the mob and lived to tell the story. Our third book by Scott Deitche, (CIGAR CITY MAFIA, THE SILENT DON) this one is co-authored with Ken Sanz. Deitche has been a sensational promoter and we expect more of the same with this one.

You can check all these titles on the Web site for more information. And you can buy copies at bookshops or directly from Barricade.

Until next time,

And this comment from Victor Lownes currently in London

Posted by Carole Stuart on August 29, 2009 | (34) Comments

“Who says investing in theatre is foolish?  I just received, in this morning’s mail, a check representing a profit of 8320% in addition to my original investment in ‘Stomp’. If I had seen it before I put the money in, I would have turned it down cold.”

Being the astute investor that he is, Victor wrote a check. “I think its major appeal is to all the foreign visitors who don’t speak English well enough to enjoy a straight play. That’s one of the reasons that I grabbed a chance to invest in the new dance show now on in NY, ‘Burn the Floor’. Well, I think it will make some money.”

sex and the very married girl

Posted by Carole Stuart on August 28, 2009 | (34) Comments

sex and the very married girl

Helen Gurley Brown is in the news again. A biography, Bad Girls Go Everywhere, gives her the recognition she has earned as a truly liberated female.  In the days of the militant women’s movement, Helen had the nerve to go in the opposite direction.  As editor for Cosmopolitan, she was a girly girl and proud of it. How to meet, catch a man. How to be sexier, etc. It must have resonated with women because she stayed at the top of the heap for many years.

Her devoted husband, David Brown, no slouch himself, was co-producer of such films like, A Few Good Men, The Verdict, and Cocoon as well as the Broadway musical, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.  David also wrote all the cover lines for Cosmopolitan when Helen was its editor.

Lyle and I had the pleasure of publishing both David and Helen. David’s two books, The Rest of Your Life is the Best of Your Life and Brown’s Guide to the Good Life Without Tears, Fears or Boredom.  We also republished two of Helen’s, her best selling Sex and the Single Girl and Sex in the Office. (Check all four titles on our website).

I think of Helen and David as the nicest, easiest to work with authors.  They are both pros—will go anywhere to sign books.  And they have.  Helen went to Bookends, a terrific bookstore in Ridgewood NJ where all the top authors appear. Unfortunately, the evening of her signing was rainy and dismal.  But she was undaunted as was the crowd who came to hear her. She signed and sold a lot of books.  David was the same. He’d sit in a booth at a convention, pleasantly greeting people and signing books. 
When we published Brown’s Guide to the Good Life he had a signing at Barnes & Noble on 82nd Street and Broadway, set up by the events manager, Lou Pizzitola.  It was a great crowd and it soon became the “David and Helen Show” as Helen joined in from the audience bantering lovingly with David.

Helen’s concern was that Barricade not lose money on the books.  Not to worry, Helen, we did fine. 
My fondest feelings for David and Helen come from their thoughtfulness after Lyle died.  Lots of friends were calling and were very attentive.  They could have done the same. They went a step further, took me to dinner at Le Cirque and cheered me up. 
Their love for each other is an example of how relationships can work.


Posted by Carole Stuart on August 26, 2009 | (12) Comments


So why is everyone trying to discourage Khadafi from coming to Englewood, NJ when he’s in the US to attend the United Nations? It’s not like he has to stay at a hotel?  He doesn’t have to be an unwelcome houseguest either. He’s got his own digs, right on the East Palisade Avenue, the main street running right through the town.

“Stay Away” says Steve Rothman (Dem Representative to Congress from NJ) up in arms trying to please his heavily Jewish constituency who will be Khadfi’s neighbor.

Here’s the story. In 1982 an elegant mansion in elegant Englewood was put up for sale.  It was purchased by the Libyans as their consulate but they never moved in.
Over the years with nobody at home, the place became an old wreck. It’s situated almost directly across the street from the exclusive Dwight Englewood School (where my daughter, Jenni, had one of her unhappiest education experiences – but I digress and leave that story for another occasion).
The town has been losing very decent tax revenue since consulates are excluded from paying taxes (and paying for parking tickets and other revenues sources).

Now the story goes that Khadafi is going to pitch his porta-tent-on the property. Whether he brings his porta-potty is unclear but the gardeners are hastily trying to the put the place in order.  They may not have to be concerned because it appears he won’t step inside, having all his needs attended to in his tent.
I think the good neighbors should greet Khadfi with open arms (not the kind you pack in your pocket). He’s putting Englewood on the map like it hasn’t been since Brooke Shields graduated from the above school years ago.  There are lots of Mediterranean restaurants in the hood and if he doesn’t want to venture out, I’m sure It’s Greek to Me down the road will deliver.  If his tastes run to bagels, there’s a good bagel shop there too, also a good kosher deli. He should leave his camel in the garage since parking is scarce.

lately, it seems they are fixing up the house. Will he come? Will he stay? Will the neighbors greet him? Stay tuned.

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