I try not to watch much television because it is like eating a Big Mac with fries and washing it down with a couple of 32-ounce Old Milwaukis: I never feel good afterwards. That was the effect of channel surfing past Pat Robinson and his critics regarding the earthquakes at Port-au-Prince. I initially found myself nodding in agreement that Haiti is cursed, but Robinson's clarification and the pot shots fired at him made me queasy. As cure and to help humanity, I need to return judgment and condemnation to their rightful places.

Malibu Palms earned a good review from Nicolas Chartier, one of four producers of The Hurt Locker (holding the coffee cup in the picture), when he bought my novel at Amazon.