To Parts Unknown. Exciting, World War II adventure.


John Anthony Miller has written an exciting tale, To Parts Unknown (Taylor and Seale Publishers).  Set in Singapore and Indonesia in the darkest days of World War II, Miller tells the story of George Adams, a correspondent with the Times of London.  

Trying to cope with the death of his wife–Adams caused her death in an automobile accident–Adams accepts an assignment in Singapore.  On the day he arrives, he is caught in a Japanese air raid, and falls in with a band of adventurers.

When the Japanese invade Singapore, the adventurers flee to the Dutch East Indies (now Indonesia), and so begins a series of narrow escapes and miraculous deliverances from the Japanese military.

I was surprised at Miller’s treatment of Japanese brutality, descriptions which would match those of early post-war writing.  Miller gives vivid portrayals of Singapore and Indonesia.  I don’t know if he visited these areas, but the reader could believe that he or she is there.

If you like journalism, travel, war stories, and blood, guts and gore, this novel is for you.



Celebrating the breach of the Berlin Wall. The Dictatorship of the Proletariat was never so good.

Sunday we visited the Morris Arboretum to celebrate the beginning of the collapse of the Dictatorship of the Proletariat.  Using my iPod Touch, we recorded the glory of late fall.  

Afterwards, we celebrated at the Chestnut Hill Coffee Shop.  I had a rich cup of decaf coffee.  My collaborator had an excellent cup of tea with a crisp biscotti.  

At the next table was a happy man with a white beard and an impressive gut.  He and his girlfriend were reminiscing about Kathy Boudin.  Boudin, a Bryn Mawr graduate, did a substantial stretch of time for being a look-out for a deadly robbery of a Brinks truck three decades ago.

I suspected this man had a past, so I didn’t ask any personal questions.

What a way to remember the good old days of the Cold War.