Monday, 3 August 2015


The time has arrived to visit the work of Michael Boylan. To The Promised Land everybody!! 

About the Book

TTPL_cv_HRTitle: To The Promised Land
Author: Michael Boylan
Genre: Literary Fiction / Mystery
Every student leaving the protected grounds of school wonders: must I now throw away my ideals, or can they guide me through the rough-and-tumble city? The philosopher Socrates’s descent into the bloodsports of business and politics was called “ketabasis.” But for the old college friends Moses and Peter, it is betrayal and murder found in Michael Boylan’s fast-paced and gripping novel, To the Promised Land. Can their friendship, and their morals, survive in the Washington world of corporate crime, backstabbing bosses, floundering do-gooder groups, and a media ravenous for scandal? The old adage, “Do no harm,” is pulverized in Washington’s internecine power-struggles: for nearly every action brings an unexpected harm, and several enemies. Moses leaves the law, seeking atonement for shielding a company that poisoned a town; Peter leaves the small world of the campus, and takes up a controversial campaign to alter affirmative action, seemingly to bring about “the greater good.” Their threads of ethics must do battle against lawyers, private detectives, secretive lobbyists and, looming over all, the charge of first-degree murder. Boylan sets philosophical passions, and an engaged dialogue about forgiveness, inside a film-noir world, where affection, family loyalty, and trust come under threat. Propulsive and witty, To the Promised Land is smart about ideas, and smart about people negotiating justice and power in public life.
—David Gewanter. Professor of English, Georgetown University.
Michael Boylan’s thought-provoking novel, “To the Promised Land,” is a gem. Read it for its suspense-filled, fast-paced action, for the philosophic insights its characters raise as easily as they breathe, or for probing its main mysteries: why did Moses Levi disappear; why did he send his journal to his college roommate; and, more profoundly, how can one heal a guilty conscience or live without harming others?
—Virginia L. Warren, Professor of Philosophy, Chapman University

Author Bio

Michael Boylan is Professor and Chair of Philosophy at Marymount University. He is the author of 26 books and over 120 articles in Philosophy and Literature. Details can be found at


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Peter Simon

July 5, 2000

NOBODY WAS MORE SURPRISED than I was when Moses vanished. It was so sudden. One minute he had been leading his followers and the next—gone! As you probably read in the newspapers, twenty-four hours after his disappearance I was brought in for questioning by the FBI. The things they did to me only reinforce all my prejudicesagainst the police.
Hoover was his name. Yeah, that’s right. Can you believe it? Hoover. Henry Hoover. Federal Bureau of Investigation. Young Nazi with a gun.
“Isn’t it true that Moses Levi has been trying to get you to help him with some program he’s working on?” Hoover was ten years younger than I and so athletically fit that I wanted to shoot him. Not an ounce of fat on his body. Not an ounce of compassion either.
“No,” I replied.
Hoover grabbed my shoulders with hands of steel. They were a vice.
“No!” I repeated, wishing that these proceedings were video recorded instead of merely taped.
“How can you say that?” Hoover’s eyebrows raised and his mouth scrunched up into a small circle. “We have documents that—”
“You have documents. The world has television footage. So what?”
“What do you mean, ‘so what’?” The vice turned another notch. Where was my attorney? The college said he’d be over in a flash, but there was also a hint of ‘moral turpitude.’ Moral turpitude, baby. The only way they can kick you out of a tenured spot in your college. What did it matter if I were innocent? A hint of stain. Bad publicity. Downnnnnn the t u  b   e    s.
Splat. Gone. So long. Thanks for twenty years of servitude at low pay to bring culture to upper middle class brats who couldn’t care less.
So long.

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