Way, way, way back in the 1980s, when I was already a not-so-young adult, I read Martin Gardner’s Science: Good, Bad, and Bogus. That book included an essay entitled “The Irrelevance of Arthur Conan Doyle.” In that essay, Gardner argued that Arthur could not have created Sherlock Holmes because the two personalities were so different.…
My background is in science and technology so I have an interest in many things that come from the science and tech world. One of the topics that intrigued me was artificial intelligence. Recently we have seen IBM’s Watson win at Jeopardy and Google’s Deep Mind defeat the world Go champion. There are also products…
My debut novel, a suspense spy thriller titled Whistle Blower and Double Agents, is inspired by actual incidents around the 200 pounds of uranium missing, or unaccountable, from a US nuclear power plant. The question of responsibility pointed in many directions–the man who operated the nuclear power plant in Pennsylvania, the CIA, and even the…
If I had to pinpoint that one moment, that nexus which propelled me to write this story, it had to be when I was awakened by the shrill ringing of my phone at 11 o’clock on a steamy August Saturday night. The caller was in tears and incoherent, but I recognized his voice. “Desmond, you’ve…
Let me introduce myself. I was born at age 34, under the writing pen of Georges Ugeux. Georges saw me as an assertive, beautiful and sensitive Chinese woman. I believe that Georges has truly captured some of the complexities of my personality – qualities of which I am very proud. I often feel that he…
A few years back I read an article about corporations that were too big to fail. This got me thinking about a premise for a new book in the Reece Culver thriller series. I envisioned a large multi-national corporation named Draecon International that was headquartered in London. With this initial idea in mind I came…
One day it struck me—at 2:00 in the morning in the midst of another grueling 24-hour shift. I had just finished interviewing a nice lady with an appendix about to burst—we’ll call her Linda. I had done my best not to yawn as I went through the routine questions that an anesthesiologist is obliged to…
