I love vampire stories as much as I do ghost
stories. I was a big fan of the “Twilight Series” books and film franchise by
Stephenie Meyer...yeah I know I hear the moaning out there, but I really liked
I even liked the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris...even
though the 7th season of the True Blood television series and the last
book were a big flop. Too bad it was because I loved doing the review of the show and I loved Alexander Skarsgard’s vampire stud muffin, Eric Northman.
The 2013 film which was nominated for the Palme d’Or
at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival follows Adam (Tom Hiddleston) and Eve (Tilda
Swinton) a couple of vampires that are very much in love and have been married
for centuries. They are living half a world apart from each other and while
Adam lives in a rundown Victorian building in Detroit, Eve lives in Tangier.
They are connected spiritually and emotionally even with the miles separating
The modern humans’ blood has been contaminated by
the unhealthy food that they consume and the dirty water that they drink. If
Adam and Eve drink from humans, they will die and are forced to seek their
blood supply from the local blood banks for a pretty price. Eve is fortunate to
have a supplier, Christopher Marlowe (John Hurt) who was the real author of Shakespeare’s
These vampires have lived for centuries and that
means that they are very talented and learned entities who enjoy the finer
things in life like music, books and art. Adam is a musician who has influenced
the careers of many famous musicians and even a few scientists. He powers his
car and house with technology pioneered by Tesla. Not wanting to reveal his
whereabouts because of his music, he befriends a human Ian (Anton Yelchin) who
buys expensive and famous instruments for Adam...
Adam is in a funk after living for such a long time,
but his wife Eve travels to Detroit to snap him out of his gloom. Things are
going well with the two lovers until Eve’s younger sister/vampire Ava (MiaWasikowska) shows up. This vampire is your typical Los Angeles spoiled brat and
it isn’t long before she drinks up all of Adam’s good blood supply. When Ava
kills a human, Adam and Eve are forced to leave Detroit.
The handsome Tom Hiddleston is just deliciously
perfect as a vampire and just as sexy as he was as Loki in the Marvel
Universe Franchise, Tom Hiddleston plays his vampire as an intellect. Who
says brains aren't a big turn on?
Tilda Swinton is one of those rare creatures who is so
beautiful that you’re never quite sure if she is fully human. Together, Tom
Hiddleston and Tilda Swinton bring a new twist to an old tale and they do it
with sensuality and style and, even when they do decide to feed, we are left cheering for their survival. Watch the film on
demand...you will love it.
I love being a member of the South
Jersey Writers’ Group. Our group provides opportunities and inspiration for all
members to reach their goals. Everyone has a story to tell and if you check out
our blog, you will learn how many of the members got started down that road to
publication. Our group is blessed with many talented people and I was happy to
have this chance to interview Ewart Rouse on his books and on his love of
Ewart Rouse is the author of the Sticky
Wicket Trilogy: Watkins at Bat, Sticky Wicket Trilogy Vol.1; Watkins Fights
Back, Sticky Wicket Trilogy, Vol. ll; Watkins’ Finest Inning, Sticky Wicket
Trilogy Vol. lll; Watkins’ Overseas Tour. All the books are about a game I don’t
know that much about, but Ewart Rouse was graceful enough to explain.
Tell us a little bit about yourself and your days as a reporter in
Trinidad and here in the states. Did you always want to be a reporter?
Ewart Rouse:I grew
up in Trinidad back when it was under British rule. Because there were few
local authors at the time, we studied primarily British and American literature
in school. I decided I wanted to be a reporter after it struck me that many of
my favorite authors —
including Dickens, Steinbeck, and
There are no journalism schools on the island. Fortunately, the Guardian, the major daily newspaper, ran
a training program for would-be journalists who, if they cut mustard, were
offered jobs. I applied and was accepted into the program. After three months
of following the beat reporters around, attending formal classes that they
taught in the newspaper’s library, and covering stories, I made the cut. I was
given the court beat, and soon was covering politics, the top beat, at a time
of great political upheaval with the island seeking its independence from
With that background, I landed a reporting job with the Associated
Press in New York when I migrated to the United States in the 1970s. After brief
stints in the wire service’s bureaus in Newark, Atlantic City and Washington
(the Watergate scandal that led to Nixon’s resignation and Gerald Ford’s
swearing in as President was brewing then), I joined the staff at the Philadelphia Inquirer. I worked at the Inky for three decades, primarily as a
business writer, retiring as a suburban editor in the paper’s Cherry Hill
bureau a few years ago. While at the Inquirer,
I also taught newswriting as an adjunct journalism professor at Arcadia,
Temple, Rutgers and Rowan Universities.
Gilbert: Ewart, your books are about cricket
and the men who play this game. Would you explain the dynamics of the game and
what attracted you to it? How long have you been playing? Can women play, too?
Ewart Rouse: First, a little history: my series of “Sticky
Wicket” novels originally were published by LMH Publishing. I acquired the
rights back to the books and now have republished them, with new covers and
material, through CreateSpace. Each volume is part of the same story, but can
stand on its own.
Now, they aren’t sports books, but rather novels about immigrants
from countries where cricket is the national sport — India, Pakistan, the West Indies islands,
England, etcetera —
who yearn to play the game of their youth in their adopted land. It’s a
humorous look at a supposedly “gentleman’s” game, a game considered the
granddaddy of American baseball. I take an almost over-the-top approach to the
challenges the men face, not least of which are wives who think it’s time the
men grew up and spent more time with their families, as well as Little League
and soccer moms who don’t take too kindly to these strangers in white uniforms,
chattering in myriad languages and with funny accents, who have taken over
their playgrounds — “hijacked,” as they tell it — to play a “foreign” game that
nobody understands, a game that lasts the entire day, freezing out their kids.
As one angry Little League official
demands of Watkins during a confrontational meeting, “You people are in America
now. Why don’t you play an American sport?”
That quote tells you it’s a story about
a clash of cultures, and that something’s gotta give.
What attracted me to the game? Because
it is a national sport in Trinidad, it was natural for me to pick up a cricket
bat when I was old enough to lift it, as natural as an American kid would swing
a baseball bat at that age.
And yes, women do play the game, at all
levels, including international tournaments.
Gilbert:Is the character Watkins
based on you, or someone you knew?
Ewart Rouse: That’s one of the first questions I’m usually
asked. Watkins and the other characters are composites of people I know — men who are so
obsessed with the game they are willing to jeopardize their marriages to play
it, and women who have given their husbands an ultimatum: put down that cricket
bat and attend religious services with me on weekends or the marriage is over.
It’s a scenario with which athletes and
spouses in any sport, and readers of any genre, can identify.
Gilbert: Can you explain
to the readers what exactly a “sticky wicket” is?
Ewart Rouse: As I explained on my website — www.ewartrouse.com — the expression is akin to “being in a pickle.” For example,
try explaining to your boss what you were doing at the casino, where you were
spotted, after you had called in sick from work.
In cricket parlance, a
“sticky wicket” refers to the condition of the playing surface of the game — the 66-feet-long by 10-feet wide strip in the middle of the
field. When it is adversely affected by moisture, the surface — called “the wicket” or “pitch” — is likely to cause the bounced ball to behave in an
unpredictable manner. It might pop up, go right, go left, or creep like
a rat toward the batsman.
Even the most talented of batsmen – the ones with the
sharpest of eyes and quickest of reflexes – can be surprised by such a
delivery, end up playing the wrong stroke, and getting out.
The novels’ “sticky wicket” titles refers to “the
pickle” in which protagonist Freddie Watkins finds himself as he battles the
wives and the establishment.
Gilbert: Do you feel
that cricket is becoming more popular in the states as more people learn about
the game and how it’s played?
Ewart Rouse Back
in the mid-1980s, there were seven established clubs in the Philadelphia-South
Jersey area. Today, with the influx of immigrants from cricketing countries,
(New Jersey reportedly is among the most popular destination in the United
States for immigrants from around the world), there are dozens of clubs in
several leagues. Nationwide, there are now hundreds of clubs.
It has remained a largely immigrant sport, but there is a
concerted effort by the United States Cricket Association to get Americans to
take up the sport, just as they have soccer, once considered a “foreign” game.
That effort includes getting schools to follow New York City’s example and make
cricket part of the schools’ sports curriculums.
Gilbert: Can you tell us
about the Lifetime Achievement Award that you received and the proclamation
given to you by the Mayor of Camden.
Ewart Rouse:The South Jersey Caribbean Cultural Organization holds an annual
“heritage day” festival on the Camden waterfront, with lots of music and
vendors selling ethnic foods and things Caribbean. The mayor of Camden issues
proclamations recognizing the day and the recipients of various awards. In
2013, I was presented with a lifetime achievement award in recognition of my
years as a journalist, teacher and my activism on behalf of the cricket
community. It was quite an honor.
Gilbert: You have four
books out in your Sticky Wicket Series. Can we expect a fifth one?
Ewart Rouse: Following the mantra “write what you know,” I’m
going from the cricket field to the newsroom, from humor to thriller. My next
protagonist is a crusading journalist who becomes the story after he loses his
moral compass and becomes involved in a number of potentially career-ending,
Gilbert: What advice
would you give to young people who are curious about trying their hands playing
Gilbert:What advice would you
give to young people who are interested in becoming writers?
Ewart Rouse: Take notes about interesting quirky people,
their idiosyncrasies, their pithy quotes and vignettes. They might recognize
themselves in your stories and threaten to do bad things to you if portrayed in
an unflattering light. When that happens, you have your sequel.
Also read anything you get your hands on, from books and newspapers
(before they go the way of the dinosaur) to labels on paint. Each contains
nuggets of information that the mind will retrieve for just the right spot in
your next project. Embellish them, take them to the extreme and, who knows,
maybe you end up with a bestseller. Some might call you a dreamer but, hey, as
the saying goes, you can’t have a dream come through if you don’t have a dream.
Gilbert: Thank you, Ewart Rouse for this
interview. Too those of you out there who are interested in learning more about
the game of Cricket and the men and women who love the game, pick up the Sticky
I went shopping for Mother’s Day gifts for my
daughter, but while searching for the perfect card for her, I couldn’t help
noticing all the cards that would have been perfect for my mom. I guess, I can
still buy the card and leave it up in the attic, but...
My parents are no longer alive. This should classify
me as an orphan, even though I am older than dirt, but even though both my
parents are dead; they haven’t gone to the great beyond. Maybe, it’s because I
am the eldest of their four children, or maybe it’s because they liked my
house, but for whatever reason, they have taken residence up in my attic. I
have some of their belongings stored up there and in the basement, but the
attic is where they stay until they take it into their heads that they want to visit
my sister Lucy or my daughter, then off they go.
My sister Lucy will usually call me up to let me
know that she has company and the same thing goes for my daughter who is a
ghost magnet for the entire deceased members of the Maratea family. The fact
that my mom and dad hang out together is hilarious because they hated each
other while alive. They were divorced and proud of it.
They were not easy people to live with. Both had
OCD. Both were a little bit crazy. I guess I can compare my childhood and that
of my siblings as resembling the Addams Family. Normal was not a word to
describe my family. If you don’t believe me you can check out my blog about growing
up with Fred and Lucy here.
My mother had issues. I loved her, but her issues
were a double edged sword that caused me to pull away when she needed me the
most. I find myself missing her in spite of her issues which made her extremely
paranoid and distrustful of her own kids. My mom and dad tell me about Heaven
and how it’s nothing like the church has been brainwashing us with. GOD is more
forgiving than they expected and HE is not into religion; never was; never will
In Heaven, Mom was able to understand her issues and
come to an understanding of her life. In death, she has become more motherly
and protecting. My sisters and I have found that we are able to enjoy her
company, even if she remains unseen. My brother won’t talk about this, but that’s
okay. Mom and dad do visit him too even if he is unaware of them being there.
There are many of my friends and family who have
lost their own dear mothers. Mother’s Day can be a bitter holiday if you
believe that death means the end of life. Death is just our souls leaving the earthly
vessel or body. The soul does not die. My father and mother have started to
bring other dead people to visit me. I’m not positive, but I think the spirits
just want to tell me their stories. I listen.
This Mother’s day, buy that card and leave it for
your mom. She isn’t gone forever. She is still with you and she will appreciate
So many things have come up this week that I don’t
know where to start first. My grandson, Joshua, is now officially in the Navy.
After boot camp, he’ll be trained on a submarine. While writing down my address
in order for Josh to keep in touch with me, he asked me to print because they
don’t teach cursive writing in school. The fact that my grandson, who is very
smart, didn’t know how to write cursive actually blew my mind. This kid is planning on
working with Elon Musk and Space X but he doesn’t know cursive because he was
only taught to print.
My first reaction was to go on a tirade about the
poor education system in this country, but I didn’t want to direct it at my
grandson. He didn’t make up the rules. So who the hell did? Yeah, I know,
everyone uses the computer so why worry about handwriting, but penmanship is an
important discipline that works with the eye and hand coordination part of the
brain. I’m afraid that in the next few years, someone will come up with a new
rule that considers printing unnecessary because you can just peck at the keys
of a keyboard. I guess I won’t be seeing
too many handwritten letters from my grandchildren. Maybe that’s why they love
texting so much.
Common Core Sucks!
Instead of solving the real problems of education, some
nut job had decided in 2009 to place us even further behind in the education
race by coming up with something called Common Core. Guess what? It is a big
fat failure and kids are graduating from high school unprepared for college.
The teachers are now forced to teach kids to pass tests. That’s not what
education is about. Teachers are supposed to teach lessons and encourage
children to ask questions, do experiments, have debates, and then, come up with
theories based on their research...right?
Maybe eliminating cursive handwriting was the first
step down that slippery slope to dumbing down our kids. I went to Catholic
school for twelve years and I know more about history, social studies and
science than most kids today. Why is that? The nuns taught us with one purpose
in mind. We were to learn everything about the world and its people in order to
become contributing members of society. Yes, there were tests, and yes, we
stressed over them because a bad report card was not acceptable to our parents,
who took an active interest in our learning. But, the nuns didn’t teach us to
just pass tests. They taught us to think for ourselves.
I think we’ve done a big disservice to our children
and our teachers with this stupid Common Core and maybe we should go back to
what worked before. I would write a letter to the U.S. Secretary of Education,
but they may not know how to read cursive.
Who can fix this?
Can someone tell me how it is possible that our
young men and women, who we sent off to fight a war for some rich bastard to
make oodles of noodles from invading other countries, are now living in the
streets? These are our soldiers! These young men and women served in the
military to keep us safe and where are they? They are living in poverty, that’s
where they are. Corporations should be hiring veterans as soon as they are
discharged from service. It should be a law. Who can fix this, now!
Who started it, I don’t know, but I’m pissed. I’ve
been working since I was seven years old. I worked seven days a week in my
parent’s grocery store in South Philly. I graduated from High School at 17 and
I went right to work at Bell Telephone. I’ve worked many jobs, but I always paid
taxes and also paid into Social Security. I’m retired now and I live on a fixed
income. So, why am I confused? Conservatives want to take away my money. They say it belongs to them. Who
do I send my neatly, handwritten letter to?