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"My entire philosophy boils down to these few words—A head with a closed mind is a pumpkin." — Andy
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An Excerpt From: "I Accuse the Church and the State"

"Your Honor, as defense attorney for the accused, in my pursuit for the truth and nothing but the truth, and intending to let no stone go unturned to prove the blamelessness of my client, I've subpoenaed God to testify at this trial."

The whole courtroom bursts into a thunderous, wild ruckus, and the judge commences to bang his gavel.

"Order in the Court! Order in the Court!" bellows Jackson. "Ladies and gentlemen, please let us refrain from displaying our emotions in such a raucous and intrusive fashion."

When the commotion finally subsides, Jackson gives me a hard stare, but I get a sense that he is more than a little intrigued. "Let me get this straight, Counselor. You intend to ask the Lord God to pay us a visit, to testify under cross-examination as to why Mrs. Kay is not guilty?"

"In a fashion, that's correct. More like clarifying some of His dogmas so we, His serfs, can understand Him better."

"Mr. Hampsas, may I remind you that your client is accused of committing a double homicide. Now, I understand that, for personal reasons, you have been away from the courtroom for a few years, took time off to go fishing or whatever, but things haven't changed much."

The audience again makes its presence felt, only this time a suppressed giggle tickles the air.

"Though you and I have never had the pleasure of trying a case together before, I understand from the local judges that you enjoyed a very fine reputation as an able attorney for the defense. Smart, competent, and well prepared."

"Thank you, Your Honor."

"I now find myself in a rather peculiar position. I am unnecessarily compelled to remind you that the reason we are assembled here today is to commence hearings concerning a most grave case indeed, and not to act out a grammar school play. However, for the sake of exploring your argument a bit further, what if God refuses your request to appear, Mr. Hampsas?"

More snickering infects the room, and I respond, "Then I shall subpoena one of his most venerated spokespeople."

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Andy Varlow lives in San Rafael, CA. A father and grandfather, he was born in Kalavryta, Greece. Through his autobiographical novel, Andy told the world the horror he endured as a child when the Nazis massacred one thousand males—men and children—and burned down the town.

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