Robert Pease - Author

    Robert Pease was educated at Deerfield Academy, Amherst College, Middlebury College, Washington University in St. Louis, Columbia College, the Sorbonne in Paris and the University of Florence in Italy.

    His short fiction has been published in Four Quarters, Buffalo Spree (six times now in this one), The Cape Cod Compass and Army Magazine. Articles of his on education, birding, jazz, politics, and other topics have been bought by many newspapers.

    In 1991 the PEN Syndicated Fiction Project in Washington contracted for his story "The Urn" which was then aired on National Public Radio. In 1993 he began self-publishing with a novel titled O.U.I. (Operating under the Influence) which is now in a third printing and finding its way into High School English classes where students literally devour it. His second novel, Dead Ahead, a tale of suspense that takes place on Cape Cod, is in a seventh printing.

    Fifteen other books - novels, a short story collection, a four-part work of creative non-fiction titled Voyages, two books of poems, a children's book, a collection of very controversial essays and a unique volume titled More Parts of the Puzzle - are all in print at this time. Many eminent and discerning people have had high praise for his work.


    Novels
    • Never Let Go
    • O.U.I. (Read Reviews)
    • Runaway
    • Head in the Sand
    • Book and Page
    • Dead Ahead

    Creative Non-Fiction
    • Gayle
    • Liliana
    • Boston South End
    • Cape Cod
    		. Stories, Essays, Poetry...
    • Invisible Bounds and Other Stories - Short Stories
    • For Children Only - Children's book
    • More Parts of the Puzzle - Essays
    • The Voice of tReason - Essays
    • To be a Writer - Essay
    • When Blossoms Opened in the Sum - Poetry
    • Life is a Flower - Poetry

    Articles
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    An excerpt from O.U.I. ...
    I stop, halfway to the door. "Don't answer it," Hap said. Somehow, I know her reaction was right. I could turn around and go back upstairs now and refuse to find out what brings someone to my home in the middle of the night. I feel my feet turn to ice. The hall clock says ten after three.
    But they've seen me. There are side lights by the front entrance. I can make out a heavy form on each side of the door, outside, profiled in the headlights of the car. They're peering in. They've caught sight of me. I've got to open.
    I know what he's going to say. I can hear it before he says it. I want to close my eyes (the way Hap did when I turned on the light), shut my ears so I'll never hear again, disconnect my head...
    "There's been an accident..."


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