Philip B Persinger has been writing stuff for over 40 years starting with the Fishing News for the Montauk Pioneer (might have been easier if he had ever gone fishing); then playwriting; then code. Early in the new century, Fate bounced him on his head in a good way. From that concussion, he also got an instant family just by signing a piece of paper. He said to himself “If I don’t write this down, I’m an idiot.” So he did and Do the Math: a novel of the inevitable won a couple of indie book awards. Now a cancer survivor, he has taken on the most personal and humiliating mortification that can befall a guy—hilarity ensues.








Good Book

Award Winner