Marc Estrin

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Fiction contains two sections, one for novels already out, the other for works in progress. There is a short description for each, and links for published works and their reviews.


Non-Fiction consists of a published memoir on my years with the Bread & Puppet theater, an ancient collection of sixties documents, including my own, and significant articles and reviews.


Orphans, or “Notes from the Cutting Room Floor”, contains excerpts from published works which were cut for structural reasons, but which contain interesting material nevertheless. A glimpse into the workshop.


Occasionalia. Occasional essays on this and that. Comments invited. There is a “contact me” link on this page. I have switched over to writing occasionalia as Facebook Notes, and on my blog,

http://marcestrin.blogspot.com/


Podcasts. As Golem Song was serially released prior to its publication, each installment was accompanied by a podcast of that chapter, best accessed with a broadband connection. You can hear them in that section.


Images. Of late, I have many electronic acquaintances, and I always wonder what they look like, and where and how they live. So for any readers who might be curious...

About the author

Marc Estrin is a writer, cellist, and activist living in Burlington, Vermont.

OR

Marc Estrin's world line approximates a cross between a fungal mycelium and a Rube Goldberg device. Biologist, theater director, EMT, Unitarian minister, physician assistant, puppeteer, political activist, college professor, cellist and conductor, he is baffling, even unto himself.


OR, Alternative:

Marc Estrin was hired to teach theater at Goddard College, but in this departmentless utopia, wound up also teaching music, writing, Finnegans Wake, math, physics, medical self-help and "crazy courses" like Philosophy for Dishwashers, an audio-based lecture/discussion series to sweeten the life of cafeteria volunteers. Such are the fruits of liberal education.


OR, Even more alternative:


Marc Estrin grew up in a small apartment so full of books you had to walk sideways in the hall. Of these, he read not one -- till age sixteen, when he gave up his literary virginity to Franz Kafka: The Trial was his introduction to the larger life. This explains much. A mediocre student in high school, he was teased by his father into reading The Magic Mountain during the summer before

college. Epiphany! The book was for him a topo-map of western thought and culture. With Mann as his guide, he sailed through college and grad schools, making a Hegelian leap out of graduate science into the richer, if iffier area of the arts. The Vietnam war and Bertolt Brecht were his siren callers into political activity, and his professional theater work dissipated into organizing, college teaching and communal living. When these ceased to put food on the table, he reached back into a past life to study and practice medicine. With the computer came the possibility of writing without retyping -- a stimulus sufficient to have resulted in his current crop of manuscripts, published and unpublished.