It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Tuesday, February 3, 2026

A Novelist I Hate ... With Ethnic Justification

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If 
you read 
a specific 
 ten-page chapter
of this "novel"
you would be 
mind-numbingly awestruck
by the dealy behavior
of Italian street gangs
in the Bronx
 
You could easily 
repeat that process
with a much shorter chapter
 
Virtually
everyone in the novel
is from one
of three generations
of Italians
and 
ALL of them
speak in the most imitated dialect
that does not involve 
black folk
 
My birthplace
—Hunts Point—
 is mentioned 
on the third page
 and possibly
someone three blocks away
heard me screech
with delight
 while reading that page
at 3AM on my 
smoke/coffee-stained patio
 
I know the fuh-getabout-it
speech pattern 
more than I care to admit
and I began life as
a third-generation
full-blooded
Italian,
rarely spending a Sunday
with less than
ten family  members
and half as many bowls
of delicious pasta
to feed us
 
YET 
only one
of eleven members
of the middle generation 
duplicated 
that immigrant dialect
as opposed to
other siblings
[Aunt Kay/Aunt Jean]
being mothers of 
 a paternal cousin
who introduced me to
Ernest Hemingway
+
a maternal cousin
who introduced me to 
Catcher In The Rye
 
One on those cousins
became a very successful
Long Island dentist
and the other
is best remembered
as being verbally assaulted 
by Ted Koppel:
my cousin Richard 
was the public face
of something called 
 
There is no link for the dentist
because he is alive and well
and still painfully refusing 
to correspond with me 
  
But the reason I hate
—author of The Wanderers—
is because that book
reads as-if
all Italian-Americans
have no choice
but to become
murderers, thieves or prostitutes

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The two "chapters" mentioned
at the top of this page
are legitimately known as
while the rest of 
The Wanderers
is the conjunction of
steaming bowls
of spaghetti & meatballs
BUT
the book 
sold enough copies
for the author
to presently live 
in a five-storey 
estate
overlooking
the East River
 
—Undeniably—
became 
a successful movie   
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Considering 
authored words
as give-and-take,
2 good vignettes
does not
a novel make
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© Oliverio © 
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