American novelists Stephen Postal and Guia Dino Postal tell the riveting and spellbinding sensuous and passionate love story of Canadian short story writer and novelist, schizophrenic Margaret Carrington in her relationship with American, Steve Mansfield. In spite of her pain and uphill battle against lifetime mental illness, she became a famous writer and award winner..
She was repeatedly raped, had two bad and unhappy, sometimes violent marriages, fought a legal custody battle for her son, and had many painful and sometimes dangerous relationships with psychiatrists, mental patients, gay and straight males and females, employers and lovers.
Margaret survived many suicide attempts, heard deadly destructive voices in her head and even spoke in multiple schizophrenic voices. She spent many months in and out of mental hospitals. .
Steve Mansfield was an intricate part of her story for more than 40 years. He was like a moth attracted to a hot and bright flame in his love relationship with Margaret. Much of this exciting story takes place in the turbulent 1960’s, which was characterized by anti-Vietnam war demonstrations, draft dodging, free-love, drugs and open sex.
--544 pages-----27 illustrations-----paperback & hard cover editions-----6 in. X 9 in.
Stephen Postal has written many feature film movie scripts, which he also directed and produced, and wrote articles, and was born in Brooklyn, New York, attended Brooklyn College, CUNY, and the New School University, New York.
He worked as a library clerk, chief librarian, elementary and Junior High School teacher, movie and TV cameraman, assistant head of a university film production department, periodical editor, recreational leader in settlement houses, TV engineer, fashion photographer, salesman, motion picture Director, Producer and Screenwriter.
He lived in New York City, New Jersey, Toronto, Port Perry and Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada and Florida including Fort Lauderdale, Miami, West Palm Beach, the trendy South Beach section of Miami Beach and Palatka in Northern Florida.
He traveled extensively the world for fun and business, and finds the British Virgin Islands, Japan, Tahiti, Canada and Israel his favorites.
He loves boating, bicycling, camping, travel, gardening, photography, movie-making, model railroading and eating in Chinese buffet restaurants.
He lives in rural Palatka, Florida with his wife, Guia, two dogs (a German Shepherd and a Yellow Labrador Retriever), and five cats. They have two grown children, Maurice and Elena.
Guia Dino Postal, co-producer and writer with her husband on film scripts, was born in Putiao, Sorsogon, the Philippines, attended the University of the East, Manila and the College of the Holy Sprit, Manila.
She worked as a High School music and choral singing teacher, Catholic missionary sister, finance assistant, passport officer, secretary in government departments, assistant TV program director and legal technician, U.S. Attorney’s Office.
She traveled extensively in Europe, U.S.A., Canada, Japan, Israel, and the British Virgin Islands.
Guia loves photography, travel, bicycling, writing, gardening, recipe collecting, boating, singing, playing the piano and guitar, and eating in Chinese and Filipino buffets.
There was a thunderous silence that lasted more than five minutes.
“Margaret, that’s what we’re here for,” Dr. B said, breaking the awkward silence.
“When are we going to have psychodrama? And where the hell are the roast beef sandwiches?” Clarence, suddenly, interrupted.
“You bloody dope, you bloody fool!” Margaret yelled.
“Yeah, when are we going to have those roast beef sandwiches?” Elliot yelled.
Everybody rhythmically banged their fists on the tabletop, as if a riot were about to start.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself. It was an effort to control myself to prevent an explosion of laughter.
“I’ve had enough of this!” Margaret exploded. She got up from her seat and grabbed her purse. She clumsily banged her purse against the heads and shoulders of six patients, as she rushed past them on her way to the exit door.
Elliot, Madeline and Clarence let out shouts. Harold tried to grab Margaret’s arm in an effort to restrain her, and Margaret swung her purse at him, hitting him in the face.
“You bitch!” Harold yelled out!
Margaret swung around and kicked Harold high on his left leg. He doubled over in pain. Dr. Borshovsky jumped up and aiming incorrectly, fell over the end of the table and landed flat on his face on the floor. His eyeglasses flew off and hit the wall with a cracking sound. I, trying to get Margaret past Elliot and Georgia, tripped and fell headlong into one of the empty chairs.
“Fuck off, you bloody assholes! You bloody loonies!” Margaret screamed, as she raced out of the room!