Susan Isaacs


NEA Support

Friday, May 12, 2017
Love books?How about the people who write them?Writers, poets, historians and memoirists need your help. Check out this fabulous video about the NEA’s literature grant:  Next step?Call, write, or e-mail your representative and tell them: “I’m a Republican [or Democrat or an Independent] who wants your help to continue funding for The National Endowment for the Arts and the National Endowment for the Humanities.” Take three minutes of your life to say you think those who support culture are cool enough to earn your vote.

Port Washington Library Book and Author Luncheon, 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017
Back in the earlyish-90s, I got a call from Poets & Writers.Essentially, there was no time to dither.Funding of the National Endowment for the Arts was under assault by Jesse Helms and Co.Arts organizations had to fight back.Poets & Writers (I’m now chairman of the board) was among the first to respond. I was asked to put together a group of writers who would go down to Washington on their own dime – try to educate members of Congress about the Endowment, specifically the literary grant, which went to individuals, not institutions.

Domestic Terrorism, Red, White and Blue

Wednesday, Jan 27, 2016
­Here we are again, with the FBI and local law enforcement finally closing down a right-wing militia action. But they’ll be back: I know it. I studied it. Around 1995, the time of the Oklahoma City bombing, I got curious about the radical right – militias, the Christian Identity movement, white supremacists, freemen. I needed to know what my fellow citizens who were antigovernment, racist, homophobic, and anti-Semitic were thinking – and doing.

My E-Experience

Tuesday, Apr 14, 2015
MY E-XPERIENCE By Susan Isaacs This is what it was supposed to be: a short mystery story that would be part of an anthology. The only requirements were it had to be set within the last seventy-five years in New York City. Piece o’ cake, right? Right. Except I don’t write a lot of short fiction. The opening sentence is the voice of the piece, and it’s always a bitch. Ten, twenty, fifty times: a stinkeroo.

The Dame, Herself: Agatha Christie

Monday, Feb 25, 2013
March is Women’s Mystery Month. To celebrate, I wrote this piece for Open Road Media: God knows my admiration for Agatha Christie is not based on her character development. Her recurring protagonists, Jane Marple, Tommy and Tuppence Beresford. Hercule Poirot, et al, are only slightly less thin than the paper they’re written on. And I despise her bias. Frankly, I’d like to punch her in the snoot for the offhand anti-Semitism and racism she displayed, especially in her earlier books.

E-books and me

Thursday, Dec 20, 2012
My first downloads on my new Sony Reader (back in the dawn of e-civilization) were the freebies: Hamlet, the US Constitution, Pride and Prejudice, Huckleberry Finn, Leaves of Grass. Then I felt guilty about slighting the entire non-English-speaking world, so I added a big, fat Dostoyevsky: the Brothers or C & P; I forget which. There was no wireless then, so I ran the cable from my computer to the Reader and watched the progress of the counterclockwise-racing icon.

Audio excerpt of Goldberg Variations

Wednesday, Oct 3, 2012

Interview with NPR’s Rachel Martin

Sunday, Sep 30, 2012
NPR interview with Rachel Martin on Weekend Edition Sunday  

Susan Isaacs’ Goldberg Variations Publication Celebration!

Thursday, Aug 2, 2012
An evening of conversation with Susan her fellow author and friend Nelson DeMille at the great Landmark on Main Street, Port Washington, NY 11050


Tuesday, Jul 6, 2010
Today, the official publication date of_ As Husbands Go_, I’m going to Joan Smith’s flower shop on Main Street in Port Washington for a _Newsday_ photo shoot. Well, “photo shoot” sounds kind of four-pages-in-_Vogue_, and for all I know this could be a teeny black and white accompanying the paper’s review of my novel. But the point is that Joan matters. On the Acknowledgments page, I thanked her for teaching me what I needed to know about floral design.