This was an eventful week for The Former Hero with two significant pieces of news. First, I received notice that I was a finalist in the National Indie Excellence Award in the genre of Thriller (alas, they don’t have a category for “Speculative, Psychological, New adult, Multi-Genre, Literary Thriller.”)
As you can tell by the name, this contest is a national one, which means I must have been up against a lot of other contestants. I am very honored to have placed as a finalist.
The second event is the publication of a review by Alicia Smock on the Englewood Review of Books. Am I allowed to even quote this? Smock calls the book a “philosophical masterpiece.” [turns red, kicks the sand].
Today I had the pleasure with several other members of the Texas Association of Authors of meeting with Mayor Steve Adler at City Hall for the proclamation of April 12th as DEAR Texas Day. As you can see, I was more concerned about standing up straight and holding my stomach in than I was about smiling or paying attention.
Afterward, each of the authors who showed up gave Mayor Adler a copy of our books (at the suggestion of the TAA coordinator). If he actually reads my book I hope he will not take offense; the chief villain in my book is the city’s mayor.
I didn’t pay extra to see it. Are you kidding? No. I didn’t go out and rent it. I’m a grown man.
But it showed up on Netflix last week, so I thought, “Oh. That thing that everyone was talking about a few years ago.”
“Ugh. Alright. Play.”
Being in the world. Popular culture. Knowing what people are talking about. Listening to the stories that people identify with. All that stuff.
Synopsis: a guy vampire, Edward, and human girl, Bella, who go to the same high school develop extremely (supernaturally?) strong romantic feelings for each other. Edward is wildly fixated on Bella and all the while fighting back his own savage vampire urges to kill her for food. For some reason, Bella is especially tasty as vampire food, and Edward has to try extra hard not to eat her. Meanwhile, other vampires want to eat her too, and he protects her from them while holding at bay his own instinct to kill/eat her. Roll credits.
So, what did I think? What did I think about the movie/book/story that sent millions of young girls into raptures of ecstasy and millions of women between ages 18 and 59 into paroxysms of guilty vicarious pseudo-nostalgic euphoria? And probably a lot of guys too? First an aside.
I’ll admit. The main reason I saw this movie is because somewhere once I heard a talk-show preacher talking about it. He labored to parse out, to elucidate what was the nature of the magic of that film that affected so many. He opined, with the breathless wizardry of an O’Connor-esque southern prophet, that it was about how Edward was SO INTENSELY FOC– USED on his human inamorata Bella, and this reveals the deep psychology of how every woman longs to be desired like that by her man. And you men out there need to cherish your women so they feel loved like Bella did. Everything about this guy’s message made my skin crawl, but I wasn’t sure why at the time. Perhaps because I had not seen the movie.
So. My response to the film? I was expecting the worst and was all prepared to hate it just for being this big teen sensation. But ya know what? For a vampire movie, it was pretty good, I thought.
Edward was pretty cool, I guess. The tortured, noble vampire from whom all strength of will is required to keep from making a bloody wreck of his beloved Bella.
And Kristen Stewart. Despite how much abuse she has taken from the celebrity gossipers and internet haters, I thought she was pretty good in the film. I’ll admit that I think her dark-circled eyes, her taut little mouth, and her dark hair are very successfully melancholy, and I like that.
OK, so she’s not Cathrine Zeta-Jones, big deal! Why so do many people hate her? I don’t get it. But whatever. Let’s move on.
The film had a cool, wet, evergreen, overcast Seattle vibe. The colors were muted and blueish. And pretty much all the humans were good characters.
The vampires however were a ridiculous failure, all walking around with their eyes extra wide open, all looking at each other with sidelong knowing glances, all a little too cliche’ goth-looking. But I suspended disbelief.
The so-called magic of the film, the recipe that made girls and women so captivated was not, as Mr. Clueless Pastor tried to explain in a tiresome play to cultural relevance before his bewildered sheep-flock, that Edward was giving Bella the kind of intense attention that every woman longs for in a relationship, and which men are now challenged to provide.
Edward and Bella’s attraction was anything but realistic, anything but a model for the rest of us. Sure, we’re all fools in love, as they say. But we’re not all obsessive.
In fact, back in the 90’s Edward and Bella’s hyperactive attraction used to be known to psychologists as “codependency” (maybe it still is) and was a condition for which a person should seek counseling. Are we saying now what used to be clearly unhealthy is the new gold standard, the unattainable perfection, the crack-cocaine of romantic feelings?
And not to put to fine a point on it, is this pastor’s observation and prescription more a capitulation to the ever-increasing-ism of the last so-many decades (harder louder music, intenser movies, bigger explosions, fatter muscles, smaller bikinis, taller skyscrapers, extremer sports, sharper graphics, faster communications, double-down super-sized Dub-step-and-Red Bull-infused Nutella wrapped-in-bacon culture) than sane counsel to lovers about what to expect from life?
Or maybe this whole thing isn’t so new. After all, romance stories have been creating hot&sweet, gladiator-pecs, boom-shicka-wow-wow, unfulfillable longings and dissatisfaction with real life for many decades. But those Harlequin books were never set up by the sages and teachers of society as instructive.
My advice: watch movies you like and enjoy the art. Escape for a while in a good story. And then forget about it and go build a birdhouse or something.
I am excited to have my very own booth at the very first event of this sort I have ever done.
The 5th annual “Take 190 West” is an arts festival in Killeen Texas with sculptors, artists, and authors, including young authors. It will be held at the Killeen Civic and Conference Center (click for map), and I hope you will come out and engage in a little art appreciation while visiting my table for a signed copy of The Former Hero.
Incidentally, the book has received a complete updating with numerous typos removed, a few other interior changes, and an updated cover with bylines from reviewers and other authors on the back. My ‘winner’ medallion from the Texas Association of Authors will also appear on the cover.
I am very pleased to announce that my debut novel The Former Hero has won the 2015 Book Award for Suspense/Thriller from the Texas Association of Authors!
TAA is a major sponsor of the first ever DEAR Texas Book Event, a state-wide program to promote the enjoyment and value of reading. The other winners and I will be announced at the kick-off event at the Texas State Capitol on April 11, 2015.
Then on April 12th bookstores around the state will be hosting DEAR Texas events. TAA authors will be present at many participating bookstores. Your truly will be doing a reading/signing at Malvern Books on April 12, 1-5pm
D.E.A.R. stands for Drop Everything And Read, a program originally created by Harper Collins to encourage people of all ages to read.
I post this announcement more for the sake of chronicling stuff that is happening with my book. Yes, The Texas Book Club has selected The Former Hero for their February book. I am honored.
I can only suppose that tens of thousands of avid book lovers around the country are reading pirated and bootleg ebook copies of my book this month, not only because sales have not shown a corresponding spike, but because Amazon, in their grand tradition of undermining indie booksellers, continues to tell people that my book is “not available”.
If you are looking for a copy of The Former Hero, please get it from Book People (if you are in Austin) or on discount at the Texas Association of Authors website who has my book ready to ship.
AND STAND BY FOR A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT THIS TUESDAY!!
So today I did what was probably a foolish thing, but I learned from it.
I belong to a private group for writers on Facebook. It has literally thousands of members, over six thousand. Today was designated “First Line Friday,” a day in which everyone is invited to post the first line of their book or story. My mistake was in choosing a controversial, hard to read, experimental short story that I wrote 4 years ago to post.
Why did I bother? I don’t know. I wanted to contribute something. I saw other posts, pithy short sentences mostly.
It was like 6th street in Austin on Saturday night. Teeming masses of people are wandering by, snatching bits of culture and society like so many little smokeys at a Charlie Hebdo support rally. And I chose that open sewage, riverfront sidewalk setting to set out the “first line” of my holy virgin short story, like a bumbling novice, an uncareful steward, an unwatchful eunuch.
What did I expect? I did not know what to expect. I hoped, yes, that people would get it. But I had never contributed to a thing like this before.
The first few comments were 50% appreciative. Some people actually tracked with it. Others admitted that reading is hard, and they skipped it. Alas, reading is not for everyone.
It IS hard to read. Not hard, just demanding. You have to understand, it was something I wrote after finishing a Faulkner novel. Absolom, Absolom, I think it was. And the opening sentence was not brief or pithy. It was longer than most paragraphs. You’d have to see it to understand. And you’d have to have recently come from a funeral, or a Benedictine monastic cell, or else be someone who has the well-trained patience of a lover of poetry.
But as most of you have already surmised, after the first few tentative comments of appreciation and dismissal, the jackals who like to come in a cackle over fresh carcass descended.
Comments started to flow. People who openly manifest themselves as novices, neophytes, wanna-be’s, amateurs, rule-followers, half-wits, posers, would-be lecture circuit speakers, strict grammarians, Stalinist punctuationalists, Fascist spell-checkers, Nazi lexicographers, artists whose aesthetic sense is covered by a thick callous, swooped down and condescendingly informed me that the “first sentence must draw the reader in,” suggesting that my vestal virgin should be submitted as a candidate for the Bulwer-Lytton Award, counseling me to “go back to Hemingway,” and other such freshman-grade formulaic pablum.
I shortly clicked on the “Stop Notifications” button (thank you Facebook for that).
What did I expect? That a bunch of Vampire Romance hacks and 50-Shades-of-Gray Me-Toos are going to slow down long enough to read my divinely inspired utterance? No. No way. Lesson learned.
I threw myself into the mosh pit, and now I’m bandaging up my lacerations. I knew it was a jungle out there. I knew the internet is simply impacted like a sedentary colon with trolls of every sort.
And if I hit the big time some day, I will face this kind of thing every day. Until, like all writers and public figures in any field know, I stop listening to them. I click the “Stop Notifications” button, and silence their empty cavils, and leave them to their mud pies and pee-wine.
“…many fantastic qualities…weaves in mythology, religious allegories and rich characters to create a vivid and intriguing novel…beautifully complex novel with multiple points of view revealing subplot after subplot…if a reader is willing to put in the effort to read this book, unravel its complexities and find the truth, then it will assuredly provide a deep level of enjoyment and satisfaction.”