Mark Rubinstein

R.J. Julia: A Magical Place in Madison

December 5, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein Leave a Comment

I was dropping off a poster to promote a December 10th appearance at R.J. Julia bookstore. I’d never been to Madison, Connecticut, and was looking forward to exploring the town and seeing the store.

Madison is a charming, shoreline town on Long Island Sound. It’s main street, Boston Post Road, is reminiscent of the time main streets of long ago. The store, housed in an early 20th Century building, has an old-fashioned cast iron façade, and a window festooned with books and gifts for the holidays. From the street, the store seems to call for you to enter.

And enter, I did.

Once inside, I felt transported back to the 19th Century, circa Charles Dickens. The two-story store has many curved nooks, and floor to ceiling mahogany shelves holding thousands of books. The predominantly youthful staff exuded interest, enthusiasm, and an obvious joy in working there.

The enticing aromas of freshly brewed coffee and fragrant pastries drew me to the rear of the store, where a charming tea room was located. The entire experience was simply magical. I wish every bookstore was this way.

I feel privileged to have been invited to talk there on Monday, December 10th at 7:00 PM and to have “Mad Dog House” on sale in such a lovely setting.

Mark Rubinstein
Author, Mad Dog House

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I Used To Change A Ribbon

December 3, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein Leave a Comment

How things have changed. Writing on a computer or some other technological tool is de rigeur these days.

In the old days (like 15 years ago) I wrote on a typewriter, or legal pad. If I needed to communicate with someone, I wrote a letter or made a phone call.

But now, the computer is the center of this writer’s life. E-mail communication with the editor, copy editor, art department, publicity people and others is crucial. If there’s an e-mail glitch, most communication stops. Or I must revert to the telephone, which is a jangling intruder in other people’s lives. How effortless is the e-mail, while the telephone call is cumbersome.

Sometimes, the computer freezes, or some insane gremlin seems to have invaded the machine. Files get locked, a manuscript is inaccessible, words and sentences get distorted, and I have to suspend writing until my computer guru straightens things out. Now, I’m at the mercy of technology beyond my comprehension.

In the old days, I simply would have changed a ribbon.

Mark Rubinstein,
Author, Mad Dog House

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About a Sequel

December 1, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein Leave a Comment

“Mad Dog House” has many favorable reviews, even though it’s been out for only one month. I find that very gratifying. Many reviewers have commented that it should become a film, while others ask for a sequel. I never wrote the story with either a sequel or series in mind; rather, it was written as a stand-alone novel.

But while it has its own power, the novel, leaves plenty of room for a sequel. My concern is that I’ve read many suspense/thriller novels that were followed by poorly written sequels. They were obviously rushed so the novelist could ride the seductive wave of demand. The second book suffers as a result.

I’ve decided to write a sequel to “Mad Dog House.”

But I’ll do it only when there’s been enough time for the creative juices to flow. I find that reading reviews and listening to readers’ comments help cement the undercurrents in the novel. They also provide insights about the characters I never willfully thought about. The novel and its characters need time to marinate in my mind. It will all evolve into a new and perilous situation from which Roddy and Danny must extricate themselves, if they can.

The last thing I want is for “sequel fever” to take hold, resulting in a formulaic novel. I want Roddy Dolan and Danny Burns to ride a perilous, fear-filled rollercoaster just as they did in “Mad Dog House.” That will satisfy readers far more than a rushed sequel.

After all, a good story takes time to tell.

Mark Rubinstein,
Author, “Mad Dog House”

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An Evening With Old Friends

November 30, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein Leave a Comment

Three nights ago, I met with two friends from the old days in Brooklyn. I knew each of them when I was 15 years old and we were all “blood brothers” as kids. Throughout college and beyond, we periodically touched base, but invariably lost touch with each other for years at a time. There were marriages, divorces, business pressures, and the thousands of ups and downs that go on in life. By the time we got together at a restaurant three nights ago, I hadn’t seen Don for ten years and had last seen Hal twenty years ago. It had been a long, long time.

We spent the first 45 minutes “catching up” although Don and Hal had stayed in touch pretty regularly over the years. It was strange: they both looked the same but of course, we were all older versions of our earlier selves.

What struck me most was that after the first 45 minutes, we were talking and laughing about all sorts of things: our experiences, recent events in our lives, our wives, kids, work, movies, and a bunch of other things. At times, even the old Brooklyn lingo seemed to return as we talked, joked and laughed. We barely mentioned our early days together; that was past us and we were there, in the moment–together. It struck me that we all felt completely comfortable, not only in our own skins, but with each other.

It seemed we hadn’t missed a beat. We picked right up as though we were still friends who got together very often . It was as though the ten or twenty intervening years hadn’t interrupted a thing. Those decades evaporated right there at the dinner table. We just talked and laughed and had a great time. I know we’ll get together again, some time soon.

We were just old friends out together for an evening. So it boils down to something simple: true friendship is truly timeless.

Mark Rubinstein
Author, Mad Dog House

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November 29, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein Leave a Comment

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Psychiatry, Fantasy and Fiction

September 4, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein

I’m often asked how I made a transition from psychiatry to writing fiction. As residents in training, we had to present case histories. To me, each case seemed like a mini-biography or short story. Some were stranger than fiction, and it struck me that psychiatry–of all medical specialties– emphasized the human dimension of living life. Each patient has a compelling story. It’s unique, but taps into a shared commonality. Really, we’re all different and we’re all somewhat the same, aren’t we?

Above all, psychiatry appealed to me because it aligned itself with creativity and the arts.

When I co-authored nonfiction medical books, we illustrated issues with case histories. This took some creativity, whether a story was about a man who broke down because he’d had a heart attack, or a woman was struggling with breast cancer, or a young girl was jealous of her newborn brother.

But once I began writing fiction, I could use imagination.

So, in a sense, I was always telling stories, whether they were psychiatric, medical or pure fiction. (Is there any pure fiction?)

The freedom to make stuff up provides a strange feeling of pleasure. There’s little to match the exhiliration when a patient suddenly “gets it” (that ah ha moment) or the incredible sensation you get when a novel’s plot twist suddenly falls into place, and the story assumes a life of its own.

It’s really an exploration followed by discovery and may mean finding the hidden clues within one’s self. Some psychiatrists would say it’s the revelation of the unconscious or the getting of wisdom.

When all is said and done, the very process of writing fiction is really a bit of a mystery to me. But the transition to fiction came easily.

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Fiction and non-fiction

August 29, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein

Over the years, I’ve co-authored five non-fiction medical books for the lay reader. Now that I’m writing fiction, I’ve been asked to compare fiction and non-fiction.

I’ve been lucky in a very real way. When writing non-fiction as a physician, I often had to write case histories of patients (without revealing their identities, of course). These were always fun to do because each person is unique, and in dealing with psychologic issues, each has a unique story to tell. So, there was some inventive license in describing case histories to illustrate various points.

But one thing was certain in non-fiction: its purpose was to convey information about a specific topic (heart disease, breast cancer, psychotherapy, or child-rearing) in an informative, readable and reasonably entertaining way. So, the creative freedom was limited.

Fiction, on the other hand, involves a synthesis of experience with what the author knows of life, along with wholesale flights of imagination.

You just know when reading a novel that the author knows a great deal about certain subjects ( For instance, in Peter Heller’s “The Dog Stars,” he obviously knows plenty about flying an airplane, fishing, hunting and hiking, among other things). But he engages in wholesale flights of imagination that take the reading to another level of knowledge and beauty.

It’s that soaring imagination that propels the novel, and it’s much more difficult to capture those chimerical flights of ideas and fantasy on paper than it is to write effectively about a non-fiction topic.

Writing fiction is far more satisfying to me that non-fiction, after all, making stuff up is pure fun. Kids do it all the time.

To paraphrase what Saul Bellow once said, “When I was a child I was called a liar. Now, I’m called a writer.”

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The genesis of a novel

August 28, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein

Readers often ask how an idea for a novel comes to an author. I’ve been asked how MAD DOG HOUSE (due October 23rd) came into being. It’s a very strange—almost dreamlike—process for me. I’ve found it the same way for the other three novels I’ve written which will be published over the next two years).

It’s as though my mind went through some semi-conscious period where things from the past and present seemed to coalesce and began building on themselves. In all honesty, once the story was on paper, I was unable to reconstruct its genesis. It seemed very strange, almost the way you feel when you wake up some mornings knowing you’ve dreamed, but the dream dissolves before you’re completely resurrected from a sleeping state.

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“The Caller” by Karin Fossum

August 25, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein

Okay, this is a Norwegian mystery…one of the many Scandinavian novels flooding the market since the success of the Millenium trilogy.

The premise is interesting: A 17 year old boy with a deprived homelife sets about playing malicious pranks on people in and around his village. Some of them have dreadful consequences. Kids can be really vicious, for sure.

The novel’s problem is simple: there is very little suspense or tension. Much of it is written from the POV of the boy and you know his motivation and his objective. After a while, the only question is whether or not his pranks will escalate to something more serious.

I found the writing to be simplistic and naive, and have trouble understanding Marilyn Stasio’s good review in the NY Times. There was little to sustain my interest, and I think this novel proves the old saying that sometimes, less is more.

There is far more tension (at least for me) when the true culprit is unknown or unknowable, which is not the case here. This novel suffers from what is often called these days TMI (too much information). Two stars.

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Writing about what you know

August 17, 2012 by Mark Rubinstein

We’ve all heard the old saw, “Write about what you know.”

In a general sense, that’s probably true, but there’s much more to writing than just sticking to those areas with which you are most familiar.

With my background, it’s easy for me to write about medicine, or psychiatry, or certain aspects of the army, or about courtrooms, or business matters–all of which are, or have been, part of my life. But I can’t limit myself to just those areas, easy as they may be to write about.

So the next logical question is, “If you’re going to write about what you know, what do you know?”

We all know much more than we may think we do. We’ve all had experiences in life.

Haven’t we all felt lust, or envy, or love, or anger, fear, anxiety, or sadness? And haven’t we all experienced loss, or a sense of triumph, large or small? Haven’t we all quested for something, or been scared, disappointed, or felt unsettled, worried, exhilirated, or encountered people of every stripe–those who are kind, gentle, caring, or mendacious, manipulative, even evil? Or people who are naive and childish, while others are braggadocious or intolerably overbearing?

We’ve all been to school, to parties, movies, concerts, business or professional meetings, and we’ve all had experiences as kids, as teens, as young adults, and we’ve encountered illness, threats, feelings of helplessness, hopelessness, or guilt, or shame. And at some point in our lives, we must deal with the death of a loved one, and eventually with the realization that we ourselves are mortal.

In other words, we all live life, and that’s what we know.

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