The Cold War is Hot!

So here's the deal. Putin starts "cuttin' fool" as they say in parts of the American Deep South, and before you know it, it's The Cold War 2.0, to combine the old and the new for a moment. Suddenly the talking head class is scrambling to locate hard copies of old Sovietology books (considered so dated and valueless that they never made it to digital format) from the not-so-distant past and getting up to speed on what it is that motivates our former Cold War adversaries. Before you know it they're blathering on about xenophobia, security zones, warm-water ports, and a historic inferiority complex (check out Peter the Great if you don't believe me). Well, у меня есть новость, or as those of us on this side of the Iron Curtain say, I got news for you: some of us who were involved in the first Cold War never really let go. The result? We find ourselves strangely in the know once again after years of feeling like living relics, dusty museum pieces in a long-ignored display of a misunderstood past. I've got to confess, I never let go, and the whole Cold War redux bit is starting to get personally spooky. For instance, this morning I saw a headline warning that Russia will be ruined if Putin tries to reestablish the territorial scope of the old USSR. Just so we're clear - the concern is about some autocrat trying to resurrect his country's glorious past, right? Well there's a plot for a screenplay, right? Oh, wait! I wrote a screenplay about five years ago that centers around a group of Russians plotting to restore their second-rate country's former imperial glory! Sound familiar? And how many times in the last few weeks have we been reminded of the importance of Russian access to their ports on the Crimean Peninsula? Plenty! Now there's a plot for a novel. Oh, wait! I wrote a book, The Heraklion Gambit: A Nick Temple File, about Russians making a move on Crete hoping to grab a warm water port from which they can dominate the eastern Mediterranean. I'm starting to think that Putin has access to my laptop. Maybe I'll write a new Nick Temple File about some no-shirt-wearing clown who meets his much deserved fate when he tries to cross Siberia on horseback just to test that theory. I guess I'll sign off by saying if you know any publishers or producers looking to make a buck on the most recent round of Russian hijinks, send them to me. I think I may have something they can use. While I'm waiting for their calls, I'll sit back and watch what looks like an old prime time rerun to many of us only this time it's in living color!   

The author in East Berlin during the actual Cold War!

The author in East Berlin during the actual Cold War!