Gustaf Berger was born during WWII on the day the Japanese launched the first of their Kamikaze attacks on American warships.
By the time he was 44, he’d had two failed marriages, two distressed children, numerous affairs, and virtually no friends. He’d been kicked out of graduate school, fired from nine jobs, had gone through an addictive gambling phase, smoked marijuana all day, paid off buyers, policemen and insurance companies, never declared cash income on his taxes, and was heading toward his first bankruptcy – it got worse!
While he eventually grew beyond those youthful peccadillos, Berger continues to live life on his own terms. He ran a mail order business and moved from New York City to Boston 20 years ago, where he met the love of his life, his sweetheart and muse – as well as his first reader – Amika. Both retired, they read, write, and travel the world extensively.