About Curtis D Cushman

I have come to tell a story.

In West Africa, the great oral storytellers, musicians, and even counsellors are called griots. I would be proud to be called griot even if these men and women are also viewed with some contempt and even fear due to their clannish nature; I think of gypsies.

But this story is not from The Bobo Marché and its tales of West and Central Africa although that first book is close to this story’s beginning. Nor is it from The Great Idaho Goldfields Bushwhack, a novella that took me more time than I wanted to spend because I found the characters interesting and the time frame of the 1880s in the gold-towns of the territories fascinating. Nor is it from Herod’s Eyes and His Authority, novels from the Roman world in the time of Christ, although in these two are stories within stories, some humorous, some violent; others poignant and hopeful, all leading to both the ultimate sacrifice and the ultimate promise. But, more on these deeper in this site. If I had to characterize the writings of my later life, I would call them religious, dominantly Christian. If I had a title for this time and these works overall, it would be the same as my collection of short and not-so-short stories I Lay a Stone in Zion. One of the purposes of this site is to help publish these books. I consider them, in large part, a ministry, a way to use whatever talent I might have to make the spiritual real. Hence, this first little story.

Spend part of a lifetime doing thing you enjoy doing, you concentrate on that thing and devote your time to making it last and taking from it a library of memories. Spare time extravagantly wasted since all is going your way and time is limitless. Spend time doing what you have to do and time outside your work is spent being dulled so the day after may be confronted. I have been in both places and the time-wastage doesn’t register at that very moment it is being done.

In geology, we are trained not to use the term “at times” when referring to observations, such as “at times the rocks are soft sandstones, while most of the time they are limestones.” This implies that the objects being described might, when you have gone back to camp, change their nature and become petrographic others that make future geologists wonder how you could have got the geologic map so damn wrong. The terms used are “rarely and “commonly.”

So commonly, it might take an outside shock (much as an external shock might ripple through and economic system) to get you off your posterior, well, actually, on it, to write. My shock was simple: although I had stories to tell, a will to minister, I had a sudden realization that I was in the world of Marvell; Andrew, that is, and not the universe of improbable comic-book super-heroes, impossible physics, and gloriously money-making movies. No, I was in the middle of To His Coy Mistress:

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.

I had written much of The Bobo Marché when I lived in Africa and I had it put together by RedDog Books, a subsidy printer. I was over 60 years of age at the time when published in 2012 (an Old Snarf in Kurt Vonnegut’s phraseology). In the five years since, I have written the above books and have more to go. So, the griot in me is also tied to my being a nikiéma, in the Mooré language of the Mossi people, an honored elder. (At least I hope for the honorific part.)

I am encouraged by the thought that Michelangelo started his career as architect when he was in his 60s, although any comparison between myself and him are purely impossible. But I am going to do this thing until they cart me away (West Side Story reference, there). I would like comments, advice, even anything Inside Baseball to help this nikiéma write and publish.

As you will see if you have patience and healthy kidneys, I don’t write overtly Christian stories all the time. I wish to entertain and touch you with hopefully good material. But much of what I write, especially after The Bobo Marché, have elements of faith and spirituality. And much here is, well…different. I hope.

So, all you griots, nikiémas, Nasaradamba, and Nisplghasi can contact me through this website or at curtis.cushman@comcast.net.

Novels and Short Stories

Novels

His Authority

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In His Authority, Nissim survives the Battle of the Teuteborg Forest, the massacre of three Roman legions he plotted to bring about. Despite his hatred of Rome, he is a friend to the General Gemanicus, who has him guide him through the same forest unaware of his place in the scheme of things.

Herod's Eyes

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Nissim ben Aramiah, a speaker of many languages, including Latin, is a Judean member of Herod the Great’s inner circle where he is, among other duties, his spymaster. When he failed to find the Christ Child in Bethlehem where he had accompanied the Magi for that express purpose, he is ordered to lead the raid that became known as the slaughter of the innocents. Although accustomed to Herod’s deadly violence, he is mysteriously stricken when the Roman commander tells him “The child is dead.”

Short Stories

Sarcobatus Flat

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Gil and Jenny are scheduled to survey a known fault line in the Death Valley area. Accompanied by a Park Service employee, the set up camp and then go to visit the Lost Burro Mine. Gil, who in familiar with the area, has a surprise for his wife. Nature has bigger surprise for them both.

Why Dogs Chase Cars

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If you ever have the opportunity to take a ride on a “taxi brousse” in West Africa, it’s quite a different way of traveling. A lot of people squeeze into a Peugeot 404 pickup and go bucketing down the red laterite roads. If you can keep from worrying too much about hitting people and things as you roar through the villages, you might note the behavior of the local animals.

Short Stories from I Lay a Stone in Zion

The Innocents of Eden

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The first story in I Lay a Stone in Zion is this retelling of the Garden of Eden told by storyteller. M’ba Kouma is based on a real man, but, although he could tell great stories, I wrote this one.

The Mussolini Machine

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Herr Rafale and Fraulein Kerstin have come to the town of Davos Platz where, in an old military facility is a device perfected, in theory, by Herr Wildgrube to provide unlimited electrical power. Rafale is a respected witness of the odd and unusual, and, it turns out, he has been looking for this very machine but not for its promise of endless energy.

Paris Gun

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This is the story of s badly injured American soldier and his encounter with a nurse in the Paris of 1918, a city being attacked by the German’s Paris Gun. He is guided in part of his voyage in the city by the poet Apollinaire who’s death would come, not this day, but just as the war ends. Here, the deadliest shell is fired and the poet hears the voice of Mlle Blanche.

Zion

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An exercise in sci-fi á la the stories of Heinlein. On Tommaso, a seemingly dying planet, yet one being mined for unique gems, Advisor Sagnonpélé meets Pastor János and a tall, multilimbed native given the name Esau. The Church Universal has succeeded in what it believes to be conversion of the natives to Christianity. But there is a deeper influence at work.

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