For many reasons, I have resisted, indeed resented, writing about myself. It is understandable

that, when you pick up a novel to read, you want to know something about the person who wrote

it. If you are like me, you immediately go to the back flap to see who the author is and how he/

she came to write this book that you are holding. After all, as readers, we shall come to know

the characters in the books as though they are our real-life friends, our lovers, acquaintances, or

perhaps our own personal consigliere. Certainly, we have a right to know something about the

person who created this new reading experience, these new relationships, merely by telling us

their story.

Therein lies the difficulty. For me to write about myself, to introduce myself to you, I must know

myself. Yet, at the core of my stories is my observation of others. Indeed, for a meaningful,

something-more-than-superficial introduction, I must know myself. I think I do—not that I

always have. The life search, the path, the tao, ultimately brings each of us to an understanding

of who we are—and it’s not always a pretty picture. We are born not of our mother’s womb but

of the gravel of experience.

My writing life began in prison. For laundering forty million dollars for my client, husband of

a Wall Street Journal heiress, I went to prison. My client did not, though the federal prosecutor

stated on the record that he believed my client was as guilty as I. However, I had insulated my

client from proof of guilt.

Nevertheless, it was in prison that, for the first time in my life, I had time to reflect and

write something other than legalese. My professional career in trial law, securities trading,

asset protection, and international business had provided a rich pool from which to draw as

I contemplated telling the stories of the famous and the infamous that I had represented and

observed. These are not “war stories” in the egotist sense that lawyers are prone to tell. These are

the tales of people, the intrigues of their success or failure, who they were, how they felt—and

my opportunity to observe them.

It is a misfortune that we are taught as children that right trumps wrong, that good wins over

evil. The gravel roads of life are not freeways. The reality in this world is that evil power wins

and survives as much as truth and good wins and survives. The people I introduce you to are

sometimes good, sometimes evil; every person has both sides. It is my pleasure to introduce to

you some of the characters I have known in my life.

Bio data:

1. Glen Aaron (full name: Glen D. Aaron, II) was born in Big Spring, Texas, January 7, 1941

2. B.A., Baylor University

3. J.D., University of Texas

4. Married to Jane Hellinghausen, Sociology Professor at Odessa College

5. Author of three fiction novels; five non-fiction including the latest, The Prison Trilogy