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 This novel gives you an insight into what life was like for veterans of the Korean War and their contemporaries. It describes Washington DC when that city still presented itself as a peaceful small town. But peace is easily disturbed as the involuntary hero of this novel learns very quickly. The way he copes with what life dishes him out, and the way he grows beyond just coping into making decisions and taking responsibility for them, is a process many of us know. The author doesn't press any political issues and their parallels but allows us to discover them for ourselves. This book explores the human condition in a period setting, it is written intelligently and without sentimentality in a sparse and fluid style.

                                                      MOZART LOVER

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I enjoyed this story of a painfully introverted character during a time that is far different than that portrayed on "Happy Days". I can recall watching the McCarthy hearings as a teenager on an eleven inch black and white television. Even at that age I could see that the destruction of people's reputations was little more than the posturing of politicians and felt bad for their victims. The writer vividly describes an era that many describe as a simpler day but was actually one of turbulence and the manipulation of public opinion via the new technology. Well done!!!!                       


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  Very smoothly written story; unusual, with well-drawn characters. The descriptions of 1950s D. C. are positively lyrical. Klein has captured the time and place very convincingly. The story is inspiring and pleasant, without jumps or contrivances.

                                                                             M. BABCOCK

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 I read Accidents of Time and Place and was impressed by the vivid descriptions, which made you feel as if you were there, and the attention to character detail. The book is relevant, especially since it covers such an interesting period in American history, and I came to care a great deal about each of the characters. Highly recommended.


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This is a subtly told story that quickly draws in the reader. The author has provided excellent descriptions of the characters and the extensive location details make it easy to picture their world as they passed through it. This is Mr. Klein's first novel. I hope it isn't his last.


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a brief excerpt from


Paul's first published novel (2007) - a gripping portrayal that is still as topical as today's headlines.

A brutal war...and political posturing...from a hillside in a war-torn country to Capitol Hill,  accidents of time and place conspire to make young Hector Collins a hero.   Leaving behind the coal mines of his youth, he follows the life of a soldier in peace and then in war.   He becomes an accidental hero, taking life as it comes,  and letting events drive him.   That nearly costs him everything, including the woman he loves.   Once acclaimed by his own generation, he is rejected by the very people his honor makes him defend. 

Redemption, if it comes, lies in his decision to take charge of his life and go on. It is a different kind of heroism,  one that must be deliberate, not accidental.


PAUL  KLEIN  Writes    


     The floor was uncarpeted, except for a rectangle occupied by the long table, with      chairs for the committee on one side, and a single chair for Hector on the other.  Dean sat at one end of the table.

    Opposite Hector, in the center of the four men he faced, sat a young man with a thin face and a square jaw.  Deeply tanned, his wavy dark brown hair was parted to one side.  As he lowered his head a thick lock would fall across his face.  With his hand he would push it back into place as he looked up, combing it with his fingers.  His voice was harsh, nasal, distinctly New England.  “What is your relationship to the Soldiers for Peace, Mr. Collin?”  The tone of voice was of a man holding himself in check.

    Hector wondered at the interrogator’s aggressive opening.

    Before he could answer, another member of the committee asked, “Do you have counsel with you, Mr. Collin?”  Hector looked at the other man.  His accent neutral, perhaps western, the man was older, a little heavier, somewhat balding. “A lawyer?” Hector asked. “Why no. Why would I need a lawyer?”

    The first man spoke again, saying, “I hope you won’t, Mr. Collin. I hope you won’t.” Hector looked at Dean.  Dean looked down at the papers before him on the table.

    “You were in Korea,” Mr. Collin, the nasal voice began again.  “Anything happen to you there?”  The words were harsh on Hector’s ear.  The man held up what looked to be a copy of a military report, which he then passed to the man next to him.

    “Is that my military record?” 

    “Answer the question, please,” the sharp faced man responded.

    “If that’s my record, then you know what it says,” Hector replied.

    “I’m asking you,” the lawyer said again.  The trace of impatience in his voice was growing.  Hector was trying to remain calm, but every word from the chairman’s mouth pushed him backward toward that time so long ago.

    He placed his hands on the carved ends of the arms of the chair.  Sitting straight, he brought his chin down, as if he were again on the parade ground.

    “Sir.” Hector began, reverting back to the respectful tone and slow cadence an experienced sergeant reserved for speaking to a junior officer.  “With all due respect, I cannot see why my military record is being reviewed in this hearing.  First of all, you have it in front of you, and whatever it says, I am sure it is correct.  Second,”   At this point the Boston lawyer jumped in loudly.  “Mr. Collin, I asked the question, and I expect an answer.  I decide what questions get asked, and you, sir, are under obligation to answer them!”

    The chairman, Hector realized, was responding just as a junior lieutenant would.  It gave him some satisfaction to see that the game still worked.  Every solider who survives basic training, Hector thought to himself, learns how to play with career conscious second lieutenants.  After ten years in the army, any soldier worth his rank could keep untested officers off balance.  It seemed to work with lawyers, too, he noted with satisfaction. 

    “Sir,” Hector began again, “I was sent to Korea as company sergeant.  I served with a rifle company until I was wounded.  I did what I was sent to Korea to do, and I did it to the best of my ability.”