THREE FIVE-STARS FOR BURNING QUESTIONS!

It's rare to have so much fun reading a book. It has all the elements. There is a great mystery and who done it. There is a cast of characters you love and wonder about. The main characters are serious and funny at the same time. Its a great mystery and a great ride to figure it out. It is short, engaging, and funny. Can't wait for the next one. Mickey on Amazon

Like another reviewer, I could not put the book down. I got into the book to the point I blew off Olympic action, feeding the dogs, and fixing lunch. This is a good book. Nate makes you like him, in spite of yourself. The story is focused on corruption, greed and lies in a small town in New England. The important people want to use Nate to investigate the death of a teenager, but only on their terms. The belief that Nate could not find his way out of a small closet is way off the mark. He is persistent and smart and he solves puzzles as they come up. At the same time, we see his difficulty with relationships. But, he is working on that. This is a good book. It is a page turner, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Texanne on Amazon


WARNING: Do not start reading this if you have something important to do! Could not put it down. Well, nothing to put down actually. I couldn't stop reading I should say since I used my PC monitor for the Kindle version. In the interest of full disclosure I know the author slightly and have been to his house in SF about other issues. Not really an influence on this review. In fact, I was prepared to be unimpressed. I knew he did some writing. I intended to scan through a couple chapters and get on with my busy life. Yeah, right. I got sucked in. A great story, intriguing mystery, well crafted, flows very well, good sense of place, believable characters you care about. A page turner perfect for a day at the beach. You won't be disappointed. Bob Bissett, Naples ID

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When a small time crook is killed while ripping off a marijuana garden, attorney Nate Lewis takes the case of the shooter. Meanwhile, his wife, Christina Lima attempts to mediate her cousins’ battle for control of an upscale Mendocino winery. For Nate and Christina these two seemingly unrelated events will prove to be the ultimate test of their love and their faith.

An action-packed adventure story set in the borderland where the counterculture meets the underworld. The Fourth Conspirator by Barry Willdorf delivers a lyrical portrait of colorful characters with humor and tenderness. Jonah Raskin, author of Marijuanaland: Dispatches from an American Drug War, and Natives, Newcomers, Exiles, Fugitives  

A masterfully told, page-turning story that offers the reader in-depth development of its characters and a poignant examination of issues that we all have, or will confront sometime in our lives. A must-read novel. Stan Goldberg, Ph.D. author of the internationally award winning books, Lessons for the Living and Leaning Into Sharp Points.

The conclusion to Barry Willdorf's Trilogy thrill ride gets you high, takes you low and puts you smack in the middle of the 1970s Northern California weed and wine culture. Gritty and cosmic. Philosophical and heartbreaking. I want a prequel! Ransom Stephens, author of the best-seller, The God Patent and the forthcoming The Sensory Deception.

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Dear Friends,

I am pleased to announce that Part Three of the 1970s Trilogy, The Fourth Conspirator, will be published in September 2012.  Below is an excerpt. If you are a reviewer, contact me in the comment box and I will arrange for you to obtain a review copy. As always, comments for all readers are welcome.
Barry

The Fourth Conspirator

Prologue
When our daughter Natalie was ten, she asked me whether I thought trees had souls. I’d never even considered it. “What do you think?” I asked her. She was adamant. “God wouldn’t make any living things without souls. There would be no point in that. Without souls, you can’t get to heaven,” she said with the conviction of youth. She wanted trees in her heaven—one especially— the Dyerville Giant, her daddy’s tree.
     We were standing in a redwood grove in Humboldt County, California, beneath that very behemoth, when she said it. We made a pilgrimage there every year, in November. It was the tall- est tree in all the forest. In fact, some said it was the tallest in the entire world. It was a very old tree. Not the oldest living thing in the world, mind you, but when you get to be sixteen hundred years old, who’s counting?
     “What about your actual daddy?” I asked her.
     “I’m not sure there’s any difference when it comes to souls,” she said.
     My jaw dropped. She’s only ten! Where did she come up with that? Up to that point I’ d raised her Catholic, with a smattering of Jewish thrown in, but then it struck me. He’d believed he was one with that tree too. Was he speaking to me through her? Somehow, without her ever actually knowing Nate, she’d inherited a big piece of him. Had she become a little shaman? As I brooded on the possibilities, I couldn’t but reject every one except that it was Nate who was responsible for that pronouncement. I don’t know how he did it but I’m sure that he’d somehow transcended his death.
     I’d never mentioned that to her. But from that moment on, I waited for the day she’d take my hand and drag me along life’s path, just as Nate had done. And then, when she was twelve, she did just that and led me away from the tree.
     Before I met Nate, I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know what I could do. What I had was fear, a nagging expectation that my life would pass in failure and anonymity. I feared that I’d travel through this world alone and that if I had children my legacy would be that same bundle of fears. I feared that I wouldn’t be able to make my children’s lives any better than my own and that their world would be circumscribed by that place in the Atlantic Ocean where the sun came up, and the low rolling hills of Middlesex County in the west, where it went down. But my life changed for- ever one night, during an improbable dinner at an expensive restaurant—an eating place that I’d only seen by looking in through its glowing windows. I felt like Cinderella dining there.
     Nate, for all his faults, and he sure had plenty of them, gave me the whole world as a gift. He pushed me to get the education that had been just a dream before. He encouraged me to assert my- self, to confront danger and to overcome my fears. I don’t believe he was ever really conscious of what he gave me. He was just Nate. When she was old enough, I took Natalie on long trips so she could meet all of her uncles and aunts. I took her to Portugal, to its islands in the Atlantic, to Tangiers and even to Israel. I wanted her to discover her full heritage and when I did, I learned more about myself. If it weren’t for her, our Natalie, I’d be...bereft.
     You’ll have to forgive me. There was a time when I had a way with words. The right ones just fell out of the sky . You might say the words I needed always rained on me. I opened my mouth. They dropped onto my tongue as I spoke. What I said made sense. People always complemented me on how...eloquent—yes, that’s the word they used—I could be.
     That’s no longer the case. It all changed when I got hurt. The words stopped raining on me. Now I have to hunt for them. Some- times it takes me a while to find the one I want. Sometimes I can’t find it no matter what. I take so long now, I’m not influential any- more. People wonder about me.
     The accident—I prefer to call it that now—didn’t help my looks either. Thank God I had enough money to fix up my face. I don’t think it looks bad at all. I’d ask me out. But I’d also say “No” because I don’t want to get into a relationship. I’ve said “No” plenty of times. Even so, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to look terrific. I want to be asked and I want to say “No.” It gives me a perverse pleasure. I realize that makes me sound like I’m a nut case, but I know what I’m doing. I’m too hard to live with now. I have these mood swings where I have to grit my teeth and tell my- self “Control, Christina, goddamn it, control, control.” Sometimes I can. Sometimes I can’t. Sometimes my language gets foul. And I can be fierce too. It wouldn’t matter how good I could make my- self look. I’d scare the pants off any sensible suitor and frankly I wouldn’t want the ones who’d have me in spite of my baggage.
     No. I had one great love in my life. I’ll be forever grateful for having Nate. And I have a souvenir of that love in Natalie. Every day, even at her worst, she’s a blessing. So I say the same prayers, the Catholic ones and the Jewish ones, whenever I see Nate in her eyes or in her petulant expressions or when she says those things that have me convinced she learned them from him.

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