Bernie Waxman & The Whistling Kettle

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Bernie Waxman is approaching his 75th birthday. He doesn’t relish the idea of the party being thrown for him, partly because he doesn’t like his family, and partly because he is being harassed by the police.

Bernie spends much of his time musing about his current predicament and his personal history – back to the origins of his family in England at the beginning of the 20th century and their lives as Jews in the East End of London.

Bernie’s elder daughter Clara is the favourite to become Leader of the Labour Party, and almost certainly Prime Minister within months. This is put in jeopardy by the news that Bernie, who has already served a prison sentence for fraud, is under suspicion for a repeat offence. His other daughter Sally is head of a children’s agency and is busy with two other things - organizing the party for Bernie, and trying to trace her mother, who left Bernie forty-five years ago and hasn’t been heard from since. He’s never remarried. He took his revenge by defrauding divorced women. Now he’s being investigated for a fraud perpetrated on the same target group. 

Everything points to Bernie.


I was born in England, where I lived a more or less productive life under an assumed name. Then I found the love of my life, and moved to Canada in 1993. In Calgary, I discovered a new passion in my work, and founded the Emotional Fitness Institute.

Writing has been a part of me for thirty years. Under my birth name of Warren Redman I’m the author of 17 books of non-fiction, including a Canadian award winner for The 9 Steps to Emotional Fitness.

More recently, as Zev Bagel, I have turned to fiction and love it, with six novels completed or in progress. Bernie Waxman & the Whistling Kettle is the first to be published, and was shortlisted in the Novel Prize category of the 2015 Atlantic Writing Competition.

I now live in Shediac, New Brunswick, with my lovely wife and two cats. I spend a lot of time looking out of my window at Shediac Bay in-stead of into my computer, where the next book lurks, waiting for me to release it.