Category Archives: semi-fiction

Fifi The Rasta

Back in the 1980s I loved Paris in the summertime, especially during ‘le Grand Depart’, France’s traditional month-long vacation slot. A large percentage of Parisian disappear from the City of Light. The traffic or ‘circulation’ lessen and the skies clear of pollution. Of course hundreds of thousands of tourists congregate in the popular quartiers to […]

A PAINTER PAINTING A PICTURE by Peter Nolan Smith

Hitchhiking was the only way to travel between Boston and Montreal in the early 1970s. The trip was a scenic 400 miles on I-89 slanting across New Hampshire and Vermont to Lake Champlain then north into Quebec. On one trip in August of 1971 a longhair driving a van said that he needed money for […]

THE END OF YOUTH by Peter Nolan Smith

Subletting your apartment is tricky in New York. The supers are snitches for the landlords, so subleasees have to live with utter discretion in your flat. Swedes are the best, since they are respectful of property unlike Americans. In the early 80s I moved to Paris. Actuel Magazine offered me a job at their nightclub. […]

In Heaven Above

Back in Paris during the 80s some of my friends were involved in fashion. World-class Claude Montana and Azzedine Alaia invited me to the their pret-de-porter shows and I was lucky enough to have known the most beautiful women in the world. Few were more exotic than Marpessa. Half-Dutch and half-Surinam, her beauty was frightening, […]

THE WRONG SIZE SHOES by Peter Nolan Smith

Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve New Year’s Eve 1982 a masked assassin shot dead the main investor a block away from the Continental Club on West 25th Street. The FBI and NYPD Internal Affairs investigating Viktor Malenski’s murder and quickly drew lines between the dots. My ex-girlfriend was living with the dead man?s […]