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Odie Lindsey to Discuss and Sign New Story Collection

Nashville-based Army veteran Odie Lindsey has had stories published in Best American Short Stories, the Iowa ReviewColumbia, and the anthology Forty Stories, among others. This week, his short story collection, We

Come to Our Senses (W. W. Norton & Company), will be released and Lindsey will be at The Booksellers of Laurelwood on Thursday, July 28th, to read from and discuss the book.

We Come to Our Senses centers on men and women directly and tangentially affected by combat, and the ways in which war touches their lives back home.

“Evie M.” is the story of a veteran-turned-office clerk whose petty neuroses derail even her suicide. In “11/19/98,” a couple obsesses over sitcoms as a distraction from darker complications. In the story “Colleen,” a young woman redeploys to a small town in Mississippi where she must confront the superior who abused her while at war, and “Hers” addresses the sexual politics of a combat zone.

“I read Odie Lindsey’s We Come to Our Senses in a way that books rarely compel me to…Not only compulsively readable, the thoughts these war stories stirred were rich and complex and heartening in their universal humanity. This is a remarkable collection by a splendid new writer.”  — Robert Olen Butler, Pulitzer Prize-winner and author of A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain

“Lindsey writes with quiet confidence and sometimes arch humor that invites comparison to Ben Fountain and Phil Klay, but that wouldn’t displease Flannery O’Connor. Superb atmospherics coupled with arresting story lines.” — Kirkus starred review

Odie Lindsey
Thursday, July 28
6:30 p.m.
The Booksellers at Laurelwood
387 Perkins Road Extended

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Summer Reading 2016

The Fireman by Joe Hill

William Morrow, $28.99, 768 pp.

Stephen King is royalty in more than name — he is the bona fide king of horror novels, and his son, Joe Hill, is poised to inherit the throne. Hill has been steadily cranking out compelling fiction since he arrived on the scene with his chilling short story collection, 20th Century Ghosts (PS Publishing), in 2005, and his newest novel, The Fireman, may stand as his best yet.

The Fireman takes place in the weeks and months after a new pandemic begins to ravage the planet. The world, including the novel’s protagonist, Harper Grayson, watches in terror as a parasitic fungus spreads across the globe. Once a person is infected with the spore, they run the risk of spontaneous combustion. What’s worse, no one knows how the spore spreads or what triggers a person’s going up in flames once they have been infected.

The novel’s focus is on how we cope with fear, and, though Harper lives with constant awareness that her life can literally go up in smoke at any moment, her determination to appreciate each day remaining to her makes her an inspiring character and the perfect protagonist for Hill’s pandemic novel. She stands as one of the strong female protagonists who are becoming a (welcome) trend in science fiction and horror novels (See also Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer and Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel).

The end result is a novel that will leave you wondering how you blazed (pun intended) through more than 700 pages in just a few sittings. In fact, the book’s weight may be the only real deterrent to reading it, but look at the bright side — you won’t want to part with Harper, Allie, or the Fireman once you’ve met them, and for 768 pages you won’t have to. — Jesse Davis

You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott

Little, Brown and Company, $26, 342 pp.

I read several of Megan Abbott’s novels before I realized that they are YA. It’s Abbott’s preferred subject matter that makes them so: teen girls. In books such as The Fever and Dare Me, Abbott has created a virtual Bad Girls Club — cheerleaders driven psycho by competition, sisters who put themselves in harm’s way for some control, schoolmates taken by hysteria in a bid to belong, and so on. Abbott seems to tap into that thing that makes ordinary teen girls so dangerous in that toxic mix of hormones and lack of sense of self, and then she dials it up a tick or two to homicidal.

Her latest Little Miss Danger in You Will Know Me is Devon Knox, an elite gymnast. The lives of Mom, Dad, and little brother all revolve around her schedule. Spare funds are sucked into leotards and treadmills. It’s as if the four of them make up a machine that has the sole purpose of getting to the Olympics. Then someone dies.

What follows is not so much a whodunnit because the “aha” moment can be intuited all along. Instead, it’s a slow peeling away of lies and stubborn beliefs — all that stuff that tends to bury the truth.

Perhaps the dominant strand through the story, beyond the teen drama, is the complicity of grown folks. Devon’s mother recognizes something in her daughter that the parent in her can’t express; Devon’s father, the girl’s biggest cheerleader, may be the most harmful influence of all. — Susan Ellis

The Sun & the Moon & the Rolling Stones by Rich Cohen

Spiegel & Grau, $30, 400 pp.

When I first received a copy of The Sun & the Moon & the Rolling Stones, I put it to the side, where I was prepared to let it sit unread. Cohen is a fine writer and reporter for Rolling Stone and traveled with the Stones beginning in the 1990s with the band’s Voodoo Lounge tour. I saw them at the Liberty Bowl on that tour. They were good, but who the hell wants to read an entire book on ’90s-era Stones?

I browsed through the book, though, to find it’s actually a history of the band, so I was a bit more intrigued. But still, come on, it’s been told before. And it’s all here — Mick and Keith’s meeting on the train platform after all those years, the blues, Stones vs. Beatles, the slumbering first hint of “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction,” and the drugs, drugs, drugs. It seems that every new generation of writers has to discover the group, and, since Cohen and I are roughly the same age, this is mine.

And therein lies the magic — seeing that long and rich history through a new set of eyes, a new set of interviews that, albeit coming from the usual cast of characters, are now tinged with age and perspective and (dare I say?) wisdom. And there are some nuggets in here, even for someone who’s read the articles and biographies and memoirs. For instance, I’d never heard that the Hells Angels attempted to assassinate Mick Jagger in retaliation for the botched Altamont concert. The 1979 plan to come ashore as the singer vacationed at Andy Warhol’s estate in Montauk was aborted only after their boat overturned in “a freakish swell,” leaving the Angels to swim for their lives.

Cohen’s prose is good, if not a bit over the top at times, just as rock-and-roll should be (he was an initial collaborator with Jagger and Martin Scorsese on the recently canceled HBO series Vinyl). “The Stones are a story that I’ve studied all my life,” he writes. “I’ve studied it as the ancients studied war. It’s my Hemingway, Dickens, Homer. I’ve studied it in books, on vinyl, and up close. Yet it keeps surprising me.” — Richard J. Alley

Before the Fall
By Noah Hawley
Grand Central Publishing, $26, 400 pp.

A private jet takes off from Martha’s Vineyard heading to New York’s Teterboro Airport with 11 souls aboard. Eighteen minutes later it ditches into the ocean and only two survive — a down-on-his-luck artist and the 4-year-old son of media mogul David Bateman. This scenario sets up Noah Hawley’s novel Before the Fall, a smooth flight of fiction, from takeoff to its satisfying conclusion.

The book is broken into chapters delving into each character’s backstory — characters that are no longer players within the present-day story. But it’s these backstories that help to unfurl the mystery of why the plane went down. The passengers include a hedge-fund manager who has been laundering money for enemy nations such as North Korea and Iran, and is due for indictment; Bateman’s 10-year-old daughter, a victim of kidnapping earlier in her life; the security man hired to guard the family around the clock; the captain and co-pilot; and a flight attendant.

As the painter, Scott Burroughs, struggles to right his life and make sense of his place as a crash survivor and hero, he encounters the difficulty of staying out of the public eye. A blowhard television pundit the likes of Rush Limbaugh or Glenn Beck, who works for Bateman’s ALC Network (think: FOX), works to turn the tragedy and the improbability of a poor painter being only one of two survivors into a Kardashian-like “news item.”

In addition to novels, Hawley has penned scripts for television and film, and is currently executive producer, writer, and showrunner on FX’s series Fargo. His experience and skill shows here as the back-and-forth storytelling is quick-paced and compelling, yet its whodunit component is just beneath the surface as it is the characters themselves who move the story along. I would put this book at the top of any summer reading list, as long as your travel plans involve a long drive and not a short flight. — Richard J. Alley

Everyone Brave is Forgiven
By Chris Cleave
Simon & Schuster, $26.99, 432 pp.

I read two books while on vacation that I will give my stamp as proven beach reads. One is the biography of a rock-and-roll band and the other is a novel enmeshed in the bombing of London during Germany’s blitzkrieg of World War II. This passage from The Sun & the Moon & the Rolling Stones bridges the two books with my hometown sensibilities: “Being fifteen when Hitler becomes a Nazi makes you [Chicago bluesman] Lewis Jones. Being the same age when Elvis releases “Heartbreak Hotel” makes you [Rolling Stones founder] Brian Jones.”

Everyone Brave is Forgiven joins 2014’s All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr and The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer four years before as three astounding novels set in the early years of WWII. These books are not stories seen through the lens of American field glasses, there is no Roosevelt stepping in to make speeches and save the day here. These are tales of heartbreak and physical pain and a sensation that the world was truly ending.

So it’s perfect for the beach!

Everyone Brave is Forgiven opens as the Germans are pushing into Paris. London is preparing, but the main characters — Mary, a young socialite; and Tom, an education administrator — are untouched by what looms ahead. This is a touching point of view for a book about war: that moment just before all hell breaks loose. That moment when there is still love in the air and humor in conversation, and when possibility is everything.

Needless to say, things don’t stay rosy for long. Mary sheds her station to, first, teach school, and then work more directly in the war effort. Tom clings to his love for Mary even as guilt pervades his heart when his best friend, Alastair, writes home about life on the front lines. Mary’s concern for a student of hers, an African-American boy who is the son of an American entertainer, shows the power of the protectors during times of crisis particularly well. Through the death and destruction — and the eradication of any possibility — Cleave finds a light that shines through. — Richard J. Alley

The Innocents (A Quinn Colson Novel)
By Ace Atkins
G.P. Putnam’s Sons, $27, 384 pp.

Perhaps the scariest aspect of the gruesome murder in Jericho, Mississippi, is the closeness of it all. New York Times bestselling author Ace Atkins’ fictional Tibbehah County lies only 100 miles away from Memphis, and creates an uneasy proximity to the well-crafted crime and corruption that lurks so near.

The latest in Atkins’ “Quinn Colson” series finds the titular protagonist, fresh from another tour of duty in Afghanistan, investigating the murder of a girl who has been set on fire walking down an empty highway. Before delving into the intrigues of backwater murder, Atkins takes time to painstakingly construct the danger and desperation of those who choose to live their lives in Jericho. Crime is heavy, while rape, murder, and racism are everyone’s closest neighbors. By the time we see the burning body of 17-year-old Milly Jones walking down the deserted highway, we know exactly what to expect from Jericho and why the city can’t handle the attention of an impending media circus.

While Atkins nails the application of a dreary and depressing setting, the buildup and wide range of character perspectives sets the ball rolling a little too late. The murder doesn’t take place until about page 130, which asks for a bit of commitment from the undecided reader. Plus, with so many scattered contributors to the narrative, it’s hard to really feel connected to many of the characters, save for the recurring Quinn Colson and current Sheriff Lillie Vergil.

The Innocents is still a good read. I’d recommend starting with the first Quinn Colson novel in order to be familiar with the recurring cast of characters and the Colson family dynamic. Several figures from his past are frequently referenced, and while they aren’t crucial to the storyline, they do add to the ongoing Colson narrative. Overall, The Innocents is a decent read. Pacing issues affect the plotline, but Atkins pulls in his readers with another dark look at some of the buried darkness in the Deep South. — Sam Cicci

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Choosing the Perfect (or not so) Beach Book

The clothes were packed and the sunscreen accounted for. Google Maps had been consulted as to the best route and the kids were giddy with anticipation for the eight-hour drive. And then the hard decision had to be made: What will I take to read at the beach?

 

Like George Costanza who said, “I happen do dress based on mood,” I can never be sure what I’ll want to read next. Because it’s always about “next,” isn’t it? I’m reading this novel now, and enjoying it, but what will I read next? Sitting on the beach, slathered in SPF 70 and sand, I wouldn’t have the luxury of my home’s bookcases close at hand. No, I had to make the decision while standing in my library 500 miles from the Gulf Coast.

 

But how do we decide what to give our precious downtime over to? Murder mystery? Classic? Chick Lit? It doesn’t really matter because all we crave is to get away from our day-to-day responsibilities, it’s why we’re on vacation. But do we forget our anxiety and cares by jumping into another world of anxiety and cares? It seems that I do. As I sat on Dune Allen Beach in Florida’s South Walton County and flipped eagerly through page after page of Chris Cleave’s fabulous Everyone Brave is Forgiven (Simon & Schuster), I couldn’t help thinking there was something familiar about the whole scene. Same sand as last year’s vacation . . . same strength of sunscreen . . . same kids screaming for my attention . . . same swimsuit (sadly) . . . Oh, right, last summer I was reading All the Light We Cannot See (Scribner) by Anthony Doerr. That novel covers World War II in France, while my current beach read takes place in London during the German blitzkrieg. Then it occurred to me that the year before that, I read The Invisible Bridge (Random House), Julie Orringer’s story of Hungarian Jews during the same war.

 

Why would I do this? Why immerse myself in the misery and pain of fictional characters as I sip a cocktail and inch back into the shade of an umbrella? My greatest worry during my vacation was the way the ice melted and watered down my beverage. Meanwhile, Mary ducked into a bomb shelter with her students as yet another air raid siren squealed all around them.

 

Escapism. That’s it. We need time away from our lives and that’s what novels have always promised us. Sure, they may take us down the rabbit hole of war or heartbreak or dead-end jobs, but that’s not our war or heartbreak or dead-end job. And we’re okay with that.

 

Cleave does a masterful job at placing us in a certain place at a certain time so that we are able anticipate things we’ve never experienced. As Mary awaited the bombers over London, and as Alastair dreaded the sound of engines roaring over the island of Malta, I lounged with only the soothing sound of waves tippling on the beach nearby. But when a plane from nearby Tyndall Air Force Base ripped through the blue skies, I almost jumped out of my squatty little beach chair. Reading isn’t always the relaxing pursuit it should be.

 

I also read (or at least began, the cocktails seemed to get stronger as the week progressed) The Bourne Identity (Orion) by Robert Ludlum. I’m a fan of the Bourne movies and have always wanted to at least read the seminal novel to see if it holds up, and with the latest installment of the film series due out next month, it seemed like the perfect time. This is a case of the movie being better than the book, I’m afraid. The problem, for me, is that we’re let into the mind of Bourne on the page while I prefer the spontaneous actions onscreen without the inner dialogue.

 

But, again, I was on the beach, escaping, so even a less enjoyable book — or the promise of an air raid siren — makes for a good day.

 

 

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Returning to the scene: Richard Russo’s Everybody’s Fool

For me in my early 20s, there was no better place to be than on a bar stool next to one of Richard Russo’s characters. Or in a diner swilling thick, black coffee while looking over the daily racing form. Of course, that bar stool and booth are purely metaphorical, but I spent so much time reading Russo’s prose at that age that I feel as though I know his characters — Wild Bill, Harry Saunders, Sam Hall, Sully, Rub —intimately.

It’s why I got so excited when I learned that there would be a sequel to his 1993 novel Nobody’s Fool (Random House). Many may know the story from the film adaptation starring Paul Newman, Jessica Tandy, and Philip Seymour Hoffman (you can see here why a sequel will be impossible to pull off).

With the bulk of the story taking place over 48 hours, and with a healthy dose of digression and flashback, Everybody’s Fool (Knopf) picks up years after the action in Nobody’s Fool. Russo is a master at creating a sense of place and sets his saga again in the familiar North Bath of upstate New York — his Yoknapatawpha County, his Winesburg, Ohio. The lovable and unlucky Sully has had a change in fortune, his finances having risen with the tide, while his friendly adversary Carl Roebuck’s luck is on the skids. A character late in the book seems to speak for these two, and all the snakebit citizens of Bath: “You ever wonder how come some people have all the luck?” Her partner thinks to himself, ” … that was like wondering why the sky was blue. It just was.”

A side character in Nobody’s Fool, police officer Douglas Raymer, takes a turn at leading man and antihero in Everybody’s Fool. Last seen being dressed down by his superiors for discharging his service revolver on a residential street (at Sully, no less), he is now chief of police for Bath. It’s his plight as much as any of the other characters’ that mirrors that of the town (the natural springs have dried up, and it’s losing face to neighboring, tony Schuyler Springs). He’s at the apex of his career, elected to an office of respect, yet is consumed with whom his late wife was sleeping with, whether or not Officer Charice Bond is as in love with him as he is with her, and whether or not he should resign from his position.

Twenty years on from when I first began reading Russo, a lot of water has gone under the bridge. The world has become increasingly smaller and the tragedies of it more readily accessible, so that a storyteller today might feel the need to emphasize the violence and ugliness of their fictional world to hold a reader’s attention. The water in Bath has run cold. While it’s cozy, if not cursed, a darkness has fallen on the streets and seeps into Russo’s story in a way that wasn’t there in 1993. The Rust-Belt town was never a Disneyland by any means, but the stain of violence was simply touched upon, what happened behind closed doors an underlying motive for the psyche of the characters. Today, that stain is unwashable and the violence in-your-face. It can be difficult to read, but read we do because Russo also knows justice and how to deliver it.

For some of us, the characters in a book don’t go away once we’ve finished reading. It’s that extra thump of the heart you get when Kurt Vonnegut’s Eliot Rosewater makes cameo appearances in Slaughterhouse-Five, Breakfast of Champions, and Hocus Pocus, in addition to his own eponymous novel. By the conclusion of a novel, we’ve spent hours in a fictional world that continues on even after THE END, and its people — Pip, Holden, Scout, Almásy — swirl all around us.

It’s why we like sequels. Closure isn’t necessarily what we crave from a story, but continuance. And so it is with Russo and his Sully, Douglas Raymer, Carl Roebuck, and Rub Squeers. Where have they been all this time? What have they been up to? Why, they’ve been right here all along, acting like fools.

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City on Fire: a long, slow burn.

Are you trying to set a record for the longest time to read a book?” My wife asked me this question one night recently as I turned to page 745.

I began reading City on Fire (Knopf) by Garth Risk Hallberg when it first came out. That was back in October of last year, and I’ve only just finished. I’m a notoriously slow reader, and this tome is 944 pages. Still, I should have finished it earlier. Why didn’t I? Things got in the way: Work. Kids. I clicked around on Facebook, made a tweet or two. I binge-watched House of Cards and Daredevil. We started and finished every season of Black Sails in the time it’s taken me to read this book.

These are the things that go into making us who we are, the DNA of our personalities. Okay, maybe not marathon viewings of Netflix, but certainly real-life interactions and the discussion of television over beers at a local taproom.

Just as these are the ingredients that go into making us the gumbo of who we are, writers cobble such details together to create characters and plot lines. Many times, reams of paper are used, flash drives filled, whole novellas written in creating the backstory for characters. Most of the time, these are pages for a drawer or the trash. But sometimes all of that backstory makes it into print — necessary for the reader’s understanding or not — to flesh out a 944-page novel.

A long book isn’t necessarily a bad thing, unless the story drowns in the undulating waves of exposition, digression, and flashback, and I’m afraid that’s what’s happened with City on Fire. Hallberg is a gifted writer and builds a dramatic and detailed backdrop of 1970s New York, which unfortunately loses its focus as the action drags. In the final section, there is a sense of urgency that propels us toward the climax, but it feels like an afterthought to all that’s come before.

The storylines in Hallberg’s debut novel are compelling. The characters are fully formed. The voice is strong. The gumbo is delicious. My issue is with the editor who left the directions for the sausage-making right there on the wrapper for us all to see — every character’s backstory, every sub-subplot’s arc.

But perhaps it’s not solely a problem of editing. It’s the same issue I ran into with The Goldfinch (Little, Brown). Donna Tart’s 773-page novel had a buzz, more even than City on Fire and its reported $2 million advance for Hallberg (did I mention this is his first novel?), and I read both books expectantly, the way my kids eagerly anticipate a vacation to the beach. What they don’t anticipate is the long, seemingly endless road trip it takes to get to that destination. Indeed, the reading of Goldfinch and City both elicited more than one “How much longer?” and “Are we almost there?” from me.

More than editing, though, I think it’s a problem with publishing. Every so often one of the big five houses, in a snit over the media’s fascination for Amazon’s attempts to conquer their world, feels the need to say, “Look at us! We’re still relevant! Look what we can do!” And in those moments, they woo agents and they create bidding wars and they manufacture hype for a novel the size of a toaster oven and a writer yet to prove his worth. That novel becomes the binge-watching of the publishing world.

But then again, I’m probably just bitter. Because in the months it took me to read City on Fire, along with work and television, I also finished writing my own novel. That 243-page manuscript is currently treading in the query-and-rejection pool of publication. So if publishers can pay $2 million for a book, then good for them. And good for us, too, because we need more compelling stories, well-formed characters, and strong voices such that City on Fire and The Goldfinch offer, regardless of the road it takes to get there.

Once I (finally) finished City on Fire, I had to give this book, which had lived on my nightstand for so long, a home. To do so, I displaced much slimmer volumes of Camus, Morrison, and Fitzgerald. Is it worthy? Does its heft make it a better book than these? I’m afraid it’s not even in their weight class.

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Writing in a Pinch

Our good friends at the Pinch Literary Journal have put together a series of writing workshops to be held in early June. Writing is a craft, and it’s hard, so if you want to get better it’s a good idea to listen to those who
do it.

From their website:

“If you are a fan of the Pinch, you know that we pride ourselves on selecting and publishing diverse poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction. We are also a hardworking staff of graduate students in the English Department at the University of Memphis. We take and teach classes in creative writing at the university and we work hard for the Pinch. We write, we publish, we are the people we want to see in literary journals. We’d like to share some of that experience with the creative community in Memphis. We’ve got a plan. It’s a good one. Won’t you join us?”

Classes will be held at story booth (438 N. Cleveland), and run June 4th, 11th, and 18th. These dates correspond to classes in creative nonfiction, fiction, and poetry. Classes are taught by instructors and MFA candidates from the University of Memphis, which sponsors the Pinch.

For more information and guidelines on how to apply, visit the Pinch.

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What I’m Reading: A writer, a baby thief, snake-handling, the ‘70s, and a sequel

It’s been a productive time of reading around here, despite the demands of work and family and the beautiful weather luring me into outdoor activities.

 

Lee Smith is an acquaintance and sent her new book, Dimestore: A Writer’s Life (Algonquin Books), to my wife when it came out last month. I quickly claimed it as my own and devoured it. Smith focuses her superpowers of acute observation of characteristics, mannerisms, and personalities, and the culture of a region, to her own life in this series of essays. She touches on her time growing up in Grundy, Virginia, and what she gleaned from its people and time spent in her father’s dimestore. From her childhood comes a love of books which would lead (lucky for us) to a life of writing. It hasn’t always been an easy life, but Smith handles the stories of depression, divorce, and suicide with the tenderness that has resounded in her prose for decades.

 

Reading Dimestore led me immediately to our bookshelves and the first Smith novel I could lay my hands on, 1995’s Saving Grace (G.P. Putnam’s Son’s). It is everything I wanted after reading about the author’s life and where she grew up. Florida Grace Shepherd is part of a devout family led by a charismatic, snake-handling, preacher as father. The book follows her life in and out of that family, and explores a person’s ties to religion and faith, and the feeling of comfort within one’s own skin. I plowed through it in a matter of days, rushing through Grace’s life with an eagerness to learn where she might end up.

 

City on Fire by Garth Risk Hallberg (Knopf), by comparison, has been a slog. Good story, interesting characters, but a length and various plotlines that have left me feeling as though I’ve walked uphill through Lee Smith’s Appalachian mountains in the dead of winter. More on this book in a forthcoming issue of the Flyer.

 

I’m reading The Baby Thief by Barbara Bisantz Raymond (Carroll & Graf Publishers) for purely information purposes for another project I’m working on. Not so much reading, really, as taking it up now and then to pick my way through it as I tend to do with nonfiction. The story of Georgia Tann, who turned the world of adoption on its ear with her business of selling babies through her children’s home in Memphis, is a fascinating and heartbreaking one. The book is well-written, too, and I look forward to getting in deeper and learning just how and why a person might do what she did, and of what happened to some of her victims.

 

I have read everything Pulitzer Prize-winner Richard Russo has ever written. Much of it more than once. When I first saw he had a new novel coming out, I was beside myself with anticipation. Then I looked closer at the advertisement and realized it’s a sequel to 1993’s fabulous Nobody’s Fool (Random House). That book was the third in his Upstate New York novels, following Mohawk (Knopf) and The Risk Pool (Random House). Russo’s ability to bring a place to life is unparalleled in my opinion (though Lee Smith does give him a run for his money). My fear was that he would take the beautifully wrought characters of Sully and Rub and even Wacker, and wring their stories dry like a dishrag. I’ve been burned before. I anticipated 1997’s voluminous Bridge of Sighs (Knopf) — which took Russo from his comfort zone of New York State and academia to fine art and Venice, Italy — as much as any book ever, and was disappointed in its ramblings. (He would vindicate himself in my eyes two years later with That Old Cape Magic [Knopf].) Anyway, I got Everybody’s Fool (Knopf) the day it came out earlier this week and, though only on page 20 or so, I’ve already laughed out loud twice. I have a good feeling about this one.

 

What are you reading?

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What are y’all reading?

Courtney Robertson: “I just got the book, but so far so good. It’s about a family, the dad is an author and he’s having writer’s block, if you will, and the mom recently lost her job so they were looking for a fresh start. I think their child is being bullied at school as well, and they didn’t like Manhattan, so they end up going to stay in this house that’s out in the woods in rural New York. There are things going on in the woods, and slowly things are starting to unfold.”

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Jess Walter to visit Rhodes College

New York Times bestselling author Jess Walter will do a reading and signing as part of the Jack D. Farris Visiting Writers Series at Rhodes College. There will be a Q&A following Walter’s presentation on Tuesday, April 19th.

Walter is the author of such acclaimed novels as Beautiful Ruins, The Financial Lives of Poets, The Zero, and We Live In Water. He as been a finalist for the 2006 National Book Award and the PEN/USA Literary prize in both fiction and nonfiction, and won the 2005 Edgar Allan Poe award. His work has been published in 30 languages and his short fiction has appeared in Best American Short Stories, Harpers,McSweeney’s, Esquire, and more.

Along with author Sherman Alexie, Walter was the host of the podcast A Tiny Sense of Accomplishment from the Infinite Guest network.

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Tuesday, April 19
7 p.m.
Rhodes College — Buckman Hall

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Michael Hicks Thompson to discuss and sign The Rector

Author Michael Hicks Thompson will visit the Booksellers at Laurelwood on Saturday, April 16, to discuss and sign his latest novel, The Rector (Shepherd King Publishing).



If Solo, Mississippi, had any claim to fame in the 1950s, it was due to the small town’s proximity to notorious Parchman Farm Penitentiary. When the rector of Calvary Episcopal Church dies suddenly, most locals believe he had a heart attack. Martha McRae, widow and owner of the local newspaper and boarding house, disagrees. She knows the young rector was carrying on with Martha’s friend, Mary Magden Grater, wife of the wealthy Capp Grater. Martha believes Capp had more than enough motive for murder. Martha’s suspicions go unvoiced — in part because she hopes to shield Mary’s past from public scrutiny and in part because the new rector captures her attention. Father Cain’s brand of prosperity preaching and good works captivate everyone in town, but something about the man doesn’t sit well with Martha. Then Cain is murdered. Everyone’s a suspect. Including Martha. When the new rector arrives, she encounters a different sort of puzzle, one that takes her into Parchman Penitentiary where she comes face to face with evil.



Born and raised on a Mississippi farm, Thompson can claim more than a little knowledge about small towns, strong Christian women, alcoholic men, and Jesus. A writer of movie scripts and novels, Thompson is a self-taught artist, licensed offshore sailor, and scuba diver. He is the writer and director of the two-volume David, an illustrated novel on the life of King David. Volume one was awarded the Silver Medal IPPY from the Independent Publisher’s Association in 2011, with volume two winning the Best Graphic Novel award from International Book Awards in 2013.



Michael Hicks Thompson

Booksellers at Laurelwood

Saturday, April 16

2:00 p.m.