Douglas Hull

Born and raised in Paris, Hull spoke no English until age fifteen. He moved to the US for school (Kenyon BA, Portland State University, MBA), then back to France when drafted. He navigated deep inside both cultures to gain the outsider perspective that informs his work. His short stories focus on Americans stumbling about our merciless brave new world, and his novels focus on joyful communities where women are the gravitational center, men are supportive, and delight trumps gluttony. He survived brushes with reality as a Lt. in the French Air Force, as a product manager for a toothpaste icon, a fundraiser for a major US symphony, and as a stay-at-home dad raising four children in a Cincinnati suburb. His nonfiction pieces have appeared in Sailing World, the Cincinnati Enquirer. He surrendered to his telos later in life. Home is Oakland, CA, and a two-room house on Ios, in the Cyclades.

The Alchemy of the Blue Hands

The garish signage along the road offended him the most. Driving out of his leafy suburb, all Joseph Ward saw was a scrawny forest of concrete and metal stalks holding glaring billboards, miles of cable, and faded plastic light boxes. If there had been another route into the office, he would be driving it.