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OZ First Editions Club is back and ready for action!

As some of you may know, we have a great service called the OZ First Editions Club. Much like our regular First Editions Club, we bring you a signed first edition every month–except these are the best (signed) picture books and middle grade novels we can get out hands on!

OZ FEC took a little bit of a hiatus recently, (the lovely Adie and Zita have been helping me revamp the club) but we are proud to announce we’re back in action! We made a few changes which I discuss here, but the biggest change is that the authors no longer have to come to the store for their book to be picked. We want our selection to be the best and unhindered by publishers’ touring schedules.

For February, we picked Penny and Her Marble by the amazing Kevin Henkes. Mr Henkes’ has won a Caldecott Medal, a Caldecott Honor, and a Newbery Honor, but I’m pretty sure being a selection in Lemuria’s OZ FEC trumps all of that, right? Ok, fine, maybe the Caldecott was a bigger honor, but still, you catch my drift. Penny joins the ranks of Mr. Henkes’ other well loved mice: Lily and her purple plastic purse, Julius her brother, worried Wemberly, Chrysanthemum, and others that have been favorites here at the store for years. In this installment, Penny finds a marble on her neighbor’s yard. Entranced by it, she takes it home, but she starts to worry. What if she stole this marble? Penny will steal your hearts and be a great addition to any collection.

March’s selection will be Otis and the Puppy by Loren Long. This is Loren’s second time to be inducted into the OZ FEC. He was a big hit in 2011 when we picked Otis and the Tornado, and we were thrilled to be able to bring you the newest installment in the “new classic” Otis series. When creating this series, Loren told us that he really studied other classic children’s books such as Mike Mulligan and the Steam Shovel and The Story of Ferdinand. The Otis series feels like it could be decades old or just created. Loren is one of our favorites not just here at the store, but in the community as well and we are so glad to have signed copies available again!

If you aren’t a part of the club yet, now is a great time to jump on board. We are working on some really cool stuff, kinda like we did here and you don’t want to miss it! To sign up, email us a ozfec@lemuriabooks.com!

First Editions Club Map

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Our First Editions Club members are much more than just a pin on a map.  However, isn’t it cool to see how far and wide our membership reaches?  Check out the First Editions Club page on our website for more info about the history of the club and for all of our past book selections.

by Zita

From The New York Times: “George Saunders Has Written the Best Book You’ll Read This Year”

George Saunders by David Winter of The New York Times

 

Well, you can imagine a bookseller’s delight upon hearing that the author scheduled at the bookstore that month has written the best book of the year, well, even if it is January. January may be a sparse month for new fiction but it seems there is always a diamond or two to cheer us on through the winter. This year we are lucky to have George Saunders’ new collection of short stories Tenth of December due out January 8. I have to add that I did get the novel chance to start reading an advanced copy on December Tenth.

I started reading and then I had to put this collection back down and let the storm of the holidays pass. Saunders’ kind of whipped me a round a little bit, but I think that’s a good thing.

Joel Lovell writes in The New York Times:

Aside from all the formal invention and satirical energy of Saunders’s fiction, the main thing about it, which tends not to get its due, is how much it makes you feel. I’ve loved Saunders’s work for years and spent a lot of hours with him over the past few months trying to understand how he’s able to do what he does, but it has been a real struggle to find an accurate way to express my emotional response to his stories. One thing is that you read them and you feel known, if that makes any sense. Or, possibly even woollier, you feel as if he understands humanity in a way that no one else quite does, and you’re comforted by it. Even if that comfort often comes in very strange packages, like say, a story in which a once-chaste aunt comes back from the dead to encourage her nephew, who works at a male-stripper restaurant (sort of like Hooters, except with guys, and sleazier), to start unzipping and showing his wares to the patrons, so he can make extra tips and help his family avert a tragic future that she has foretold.

Junot Díaz described the Saunders’s effect to me this way: “There’s no one who has a better eye for the absurd and dehumanizing parameters of our current culture of capital. But then the other side is how the cool rigor of his fiction is counterbalanced by this enormous compassion. Just how capacious his moral vision is sometimes gets lost, because few people cut as hard or deep as Saunders does.”

And “Tenth of December” is more moving and emotionally accessible than anything that has come before. “I want to be more expansive,” Saunders said. “If there are 10 readers out there, let’s assume I’m never going to reach two of them. They’ll never be interested. And let’s say I’ve already got three of them, maybe four. If there’s something in my work that’s making numbers five, six and seven turn off to it, I’d like to figure out what that is. I can’t change who I am and what I do, but maybe there’s a way to reach those good and dedicated readers that the first few books might not have appealed to. I’d like to make a basket big enough that it included them.”

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Joel Lovell’s article and interview is not just about George Saunders. It also provides insight into the current state of literature. The full article is well worth the read.

I felt comforted by Saunders’ commentary on literature:

“Fiction is a kind of compassion-generating machine that saves us from sloth. Is life kind or cruel? Yes, Literature answers. Are people good or bad? You bet, says Literature. But unlike other systems of knowing, Literature declines to eradicate one truth in favor of another; rather, it teaches us to abide with the fact that, in their own way, all things are true, and helps us, in the face of this terrifying knowledge, continually push ourselves in the direction of Open the Hell Up.” -George Saunders (from the October 2007 issue of O The Oprah Magazine)

George Saunders signs and reads at Lemuria on Wednesday, January 23 at 5:00 and 5:30. Tenth of December is our January First Editions Club pick.

George Saunders at Lemuria on January 23

We’re a little tuckered out after the holidays but our brains are slowly starting to settle down for the new year. The first fun thing that comes to my mind is our event with George Saunders on January 23. I’ve been catching up by reading some of his short stories and essays. On the 23rd, Saunders will be signing and reading from his newest short story collection Tenth of December published by Random House. Check out some early commentary from David L. Ulin at the LA Times. Tenth of December is our January First Editions Club selection and goes on sale next Tuesday the 8th.

George Saunders is the author of the short story collections “Pastoralia,” “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline” (both New York Times Notable Books) and, most recently, “In Persuasion Nation.” “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline” was a Finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Award. “In Persuasion Nation” was one of three finalists for the 2006 STORY Prize for best short story collection of the year. Saunders is also the author of the novella-length illustrated fable, “The Brief and Frightening Reign of Phil” the New York Times bestselling children’s book, “The Very Persistent Gappers of Frip,” illustrated by Lane Smith, (which has won major children’s literature prizes in Italy and the Netherlands), and a book of essays, “The Braindead Megaphone.”

His work appears regularly in The New Yorker, GQ, and Harpers Magazine, and has appeared in the O’Henry, “Best American Short Story,” “Best Non-Required Reading,” and “Best American Travel Writing” anthologies. In support of his books, he has appeared on The Charlie Rose Show, Late Night with David Letterman, and The Colbert Report.

Writing for GQ, he has traveled to Africa with Bill Clinton, reported on Nepal ‘s “Buddha Boy” (who is said to have gone without food or water for months on end), driven the length of the Mexican border, spent a week in the theme hotels of Dubai, and lived incognito in a homeless tent city in Fresno, California .

In 2001, Saunders was selected by Entertainment Weekly as one of the 100 top most creative people in entertainment, and by The New Yorker in 2002 and one of the best writers 40 and under. In 2006, he was awarded both a Guggenheim Fellowship and a MacArthur Fellowship. In 2009 he received an Academy Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. He teaches in the Creative Writing Program at Syracuse University.

Quick Guide to Bookcollecting

Some Rules for Book Collecting:

1. Collect what you like.

In general, the value of a book collecting is greater than just one or two valuable books. The value is in the collection as a whole. Some people choose to collect books by specific authors, but this can be a gamble in the long run; some authors are fashionable at the time they are writing, but they are quickly forgotten. As a result, collecting books that are related to each other can be much more profitable. For example, collecting Southern authors vs. one or two specific writers from the South.

2. Protect your books.

Books retain and gain value based upon the condition they are in. The closer the condition of the book is to how it looked coming off the press, the more it is worth. Pretty simple, yes. But keeping books in mint condition is difficult, especially if you plan on actually reading them. If you buy any books from us, just ask, and we would love to Mylar them for you (cover the slip-case in plastic).

3. Buy First Editions.

As a general rule, first edition, first printings are the most valuable editions of books. Especially if they are signed. This can get complicated pretty quickly if the book is released in another country prior to its release in the United States. The foreign edition is considered the “first edition” but depending on the book, the U.S. edition can still be valuable.

To tell if a book is a first edition, look at the copyright page. Sometimes “First Edition” or “First Printing” will appear, but you should still check the number line. The number line appears in post-WWII era books, and is just what it sounds like, a line of numbers. Each publisher prints the numbers differently, but if the 1 is present, the books is a First Edition, First Printing. As new editions of the book are printed, the number of the previous edition is removed. So for example, if you see: 135798642, it is a first edition, first printing. However, 35798642 is a second printing. Every publisher organizes their copyright page differently, so if you aren’t sure if that copy of To Kill a Mockingbird is a first edition, bring it buy the store. Not only would we love to see it, we can also help you figure out if it’s worth any money.

4. First books.

In general, an author’s first book, whether novel or nonfiction, will be their most valuable. There are exceptions to this rule, but having a copy of the first book by an obscure author who later goes on to win the Pulitzer Prize is a treasure. It’s even better if you liked the book and believed in the author before anyone had really heard of him/her. It’s the literary equivalent of the Cubs winning the World Series (the Cubs haven’t won the World Series since 1908).

5. First Edition’s Club.

If you are seriously interested in collecting books, consider joining our First Edition’s Club. (This is not just a shameless plug, it really is a good idea). The books we choose are always signed, first editions. We choose books that we think will gain value, many of which are author’s first books. We Mylar the books for you, and you can either have them shipped to you, or come pick them up at the store. And it only costs the cover value of the book.

 

If you want to see what some of your books may be worth, AbeBooks is a great place to start.

Show Me Your Books

This month, in celebration of the release of  My Bookstore, a collection of essays written by well-known authors about their favorite bookstores, our blog is devoted to real books and the real people who love them.

My Bookstore includes essays by John Grisham (That Bookstore in Blytheville), Wendell Berry (Carmichael’s Bookstore), Chuck Palahnuik (Powell’s Bookstore), and of course Barry Moser (Lemuria!).

Even with the rise of e-books and Amazon, independent bookstores are still the heart and soul of the book-selling business. We all read the books we are selling you (or at least try to read them–there are a lot of books), but more importantly, we have met many of the authors of the books we sell. Of course we want them to do well, but we really want for the author’s book to find the perfect reader. When we sell you a book, we aren’t just trying to help you find something that you will enjoy, but rather we want you to meet an author that you will follow, and maybe even collect.

Barry Moser

This year, Austen and I have both been raving about Kevin Power’s The Yellow Birds. Even before it was nominated for the National Book Award, we have been trying to find as many readers for it as we could. What are we most excited about? We have both found an author we have liked from his first book, and who we can follow for the length of his career. (Even now, I can’t stop talking about how wonderful Yellow Birds is.)

In My Bookstore, we get to jaunt around the country, hearing what makes a bookstore great. A perfect read for a Sunday afternoon (I’ve been reading one or two essays every week), or even, dare I say, the perfect book for the bathroom.

Barry Moser will be HERE to celebrate the My Bookstore release on Friday, November 16th. Plan on coming out to celebrate with us at 5 PM.

My Bookstore is our November pick for First Editions Club.

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John Grisham: Master of the Weekend Entertainment Novel

rack-e-teer: one who obtains money illegally, as by fraud, extortion, etc.

This summer I read and enjoyed John’s baseball novel, Calico Joe (Check out my blog). I haven’t read one of John’s legal thrillers in awhile, so I planned to read his new one as soon as I got my hands on it.

Sunday afternoon, October 21st, I finished John’s very fine, new book. It’s a true reading pleasure. I wish I could have started reading Friday after work and finished by Monday morning, but I didn’t get to it; my schedule wouldn’t allow such a wonderful reading experience. However, I’m giving you a heads up: I would choose to read it just that way.

I declare John Grisham: the Master of the Weekend Entertainment Novel.

The Racketeer is excellent. Vintage John at his best. I’m reminded of the intrigue of The Partner, woven into the jailhouse lifestyle of The Chamber, though not as dark. But mostly, I reflect on the fun I had while reading his Pelican Brief, which was stunning when it landed in 1992. The new form of fiction John created with A Time to Kill and The Firm, became a readers’ habit, and was later copied by so many less natural writers, is alive again in The Racketeer.

The Racketeer, Malcolm Bannister aka Max, is in jail. He’s not guilty, yet his life has been ruined. John is at his clever best, as Malcolm/Max strikes out on a plot of revenge. The Racketeer is John’s Count of Monte Cristo, the all time classic novel of revenge. Move over Count, Max is playing your game.

I’m not going to go into the plot, read for yourself. If you like John, but haven’t read him in awhile, read this one. If you want to escape with a fun-filled weekend, The Racketeer is for you.

You might just finish by revisiting your Grisham bookshelf. See if there is one you haven’t read yet, or we might see you at Lemuria, searching for those Grisham’s you’ve missed. The Racketeer is so good, it makes you want to go back and reread a favorite.

In The Racketeer, John Grisham is at the top of his game. What’s next?

Signed copies of The Racketeer by John Grisham, Doubleday, October 23, 2012, $28.95

The Racketeer is our October First Editions Club Pick along with Three Day Affair by Michael Kardos.

Writing the Jersey Shore in the Age of Reality TV by Michael Kardos

We have chosen Michael Kardos’ debut novel, The Three-Day Affair, as Lemuria’s October First Edition Club selection. FEC members you are in for a thrill ride. Read The Story behind the Pick here.

Join us tomorrow at 5:00 for a signing with Michael Kardos. A reading will follow at 5:30.

In this essay Michael Kardos elaborates on the challenge of establishing place and calls on literature greats Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, Tobias Wolff for aid in the age of Snooki. This essay first appeared in The Millions. We are sharing it with kind permission of Michael Kardos. -Lisa

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When I was a boy in the late 70s and early 80s, my friends and I would sit on the beach in the heat of summer and watch the garbage barges leaving New York Harbor. The barges looked immense. They had to be, since they carried the thousands of daily tons of whatever New York City’s offices and factories and seven-million citizens no longer wanted. The barges traveled south, away from Long Island and toward New Jersey — toward us — and then out to sea for exactly twelve miles, the government-approved distance. There, they would dump their cargo into the water and, unburdened, return to port.

In 1986, Congress would increase the minimum dumping distance to 106 miles and begin tightening restrictions on what materials — sewage sludge, industrial waste — were permissible to dispose of in the water. Prior to that, however, my Jersey Shore childhood was punctuated by beach closings. Even on days when the green flags flew over the lifeguard bleachers, signaling that the beach was open for business, the water often appeared brown and sudsy. The incoming tide regularly deposited, in addition to the rocks, seaweed, and shells, a heap of man-made junk. We’d hear and pass along stories of unfortunates who’d stepped on syringes and ended up with hepatitis or worse. I still don’t know if there was any truth to these rumors, or whether it was all wholesale, razor-in-the-Halloween-candy legend. What I do know is that one summer we were advised through some official channel to wear socks when walking on the sand. Any fish we caught were not to be eaten.

It wasn’t always this way. In the years between World Wars, the Monmouth County town where I grew up had been a pristine, serene antidote to New York City living. Millionaire Hubert Templeton, president of F.W. Woolworth Co., built his home there. The 52-room mansion later served as Woodrow Wilson’s summer estate. For an antidote to the antidote of serenity, you needed only to travel a few miles south, where the more festive Asbury Park, with its casino and amusement rides and beachfront convention center, hosted half a million vacationers each summer.

We kids of the 70s and 80s didn’t know our place’s history. We just loved the place — yet we sensed that if our slice of the Jersey Shore had ever had a heyday, we’d missed it. By the time we came along, the shore had become a locus of nostalgia, a place perpetually in a process of recovery while, paradoxically, deriving self-definition and even pride from its vacancy and decay. And we knew it. We knew it without knowing we knew it. It’s why we swam in the sudsy ocean and took our sock-wearing in stride. It’s why a fishing pier’s transition to honky-tonk theme park felt more profound and symbolic than the concomitant restoration to the Statue of Liberty twenty or so miles to the north. And it’s why, just a few years later, the fire that leveled that theme park, pier and all, felt like a sad but obligatory chapter in the region’s longer narrative of almosts and might-have-beens.

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In her 1956 essay “Place in Fiction,” Eudora Welty makes the hard-to-refute claim that “feelings are all bound up in place.” After moving away from New Jersey at the age of thirty to attend graduate school in the Midwest, I found that the stories I was writing were, among other things, attempts to evoke, or unbind, the feelings of a place I had internalized in my childhood. The book I was writing, beyond relating the stories of individual characters, would tell the story of my particular stretch of the Jersey Shore, a landscape replete with emotional and narrative fruit that seemed abundant, ripe, and all mine.

Then, just as I had finished the manuscript, MTV’s Jersey Shore became the hot center of reality television.

USA Today reports that as many as six different TV networks are currently taking advantage of New Jersey’s “fertile territory for reality TV.” There is Bravo’s Real Housewives of the Jersey Shore and Style’s Jerseylicious and Oxygen’s Jersey Couture and more. But the cornerstone of all this programming is Jersey Shore. Reality television is, we all know by now, a deeply distorting lens, but it nevertheless is a lens looked through in large numbers. Season Two of Jersey Shore routinely attracted over five million viewers per episode. As I finalized revisions to my book, I wondered how readers’ perceptions of the place I had spent years writing about were possibly being shaped by MTV producers and the antics of people named Snooki and The Situation.

Before dismissing this concern out of hand, consider the Deep South. If you haven’t spent much time there, ask yourself what comes to mind when you think about Mississippi. What about Alabama? A writer setting her work in the Deep South must somehow deal with our culture’s near-ubiquitous representation of that region as a place of ignorance and intolerance.

Conversely, many of my beginning creative-writing students from Mississippi, the state in which I now live and work, reveal in their stories their own media-culled impressions of the North. Particularly common is a representation of New York City as an exciting but ultimately soulless metropolis whose opportunities in business and the arts are more than negated by its dearth of personal warmth, neighborliness, and, above all, appreciation of family.

It seemed only fair to conclude that the explosion of Jersey-centered reality TV programming must be having some effect on people’s perceptions about my home state, for better or — I had to assume — worse. I say “assume” because until only recently I’d never actually watched an episode of Jersey Shore, despite having grown up only a handful of miles from the first season’s epicenter, Seaside Heights — a beach, incidentally, that I had never actually set foot on. Even in the 1980s, Seaside Heights was synonymous with hard partying. The same could not be said of me. One spring day in high school, some older kids were going to cut school and drive down there for the day. My parents wouldn’t let me go. That I asked if I could cut school that day tells all you need to know.

When I finally caught a few episodes of Jersey Shore, I found the show to be a perfectly entertaining “who’s angry at and/or hooking up with whom” bit of fluff, despite the profusion of Italian-American stereotypes. As with most reality shows, it reveals scant irony or awareness of its own absurdism. It carries on as if the stakes are always high even when they aren’t.

Yet for a program titled Jersey Shore, the episodes I watched were remarkably nonspecific geographically. Most of the locations — the interior of a house, the interior of a bar, the interior of another bar — could be set anywhere. Yet the term “Jersey Shore,” and all that it implies, evidently mattered enough that the show kept its title in the second season even though a) nearly all its cast hails from New York, and b) it was taped entirely in Florida.

Where Jersey Shore seems to evoke its strongest sense of place is in its transitional flourishes between scenes — a lone seagull, a roller coaster car, slats of a boardwalk — that are edited to look as if the tape were film and the film were old and damaged. Recently, my father had his father’s old home movies converted to DVD, and that’s what these transitional shots were made to look like: faded film from the 1940s, a presumably simpler time when a seagull could catch a crab in peace and there were no screaming amplifiers or random hookups. (There was only a World War.)

At first glance, you could miss these transitional shots entirely. At second glance, they smack of crude manipulation, a direct vein to feelings of nostalgia. But there’s a third glance in which, with these hackneyed beach shots, the show is doing exactly what the actual Jersey Shore itself does so well: promulgating its types, using nostalgia as currency, evoking an idealized past as a legitimate, essential aspect of its identity. This is to say that Jersey Shore — much as I might not want to admit it — does, in fact, capture something truthful about the Jersey Shore.

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As I was reading over the page proofs to my story collection, it occurred to me that my Jersey Shore simultaneously has very much and very little to do with the actual Jersey Shore. It’s an amalgam of the real (the granite seawall, a stromboli restaurant called Stuff Yer Face), the altered (rival shopping malls, a beachfront theme park), and the totally fabricated (a prosthetic supply shop, an apartment complex where rabbits talk and babies predict the future). A fictional place might need to seem real, but verisimilitude alone isn’t enough: it also needs to be useful. It needs to have in it all that the story demands, a concept best illustrated not by William Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County or Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio, but rather by Matt Groening’s town of Springfield, state unknown, home of the Simpsons — a place we perceive as any-town, USA, despite its having a nuclear power plant, harbor, gorge, lighthouse, international airport, and, in one episode, monorail system.

When we set a work of fiction in a real place, we do so hoping that those unfamiliar with the place will come to know it as we do, and that those who already know it will recognize in our depiction something familiar and true. But place’s allegiance in fiction is ultimately to the story, not to its own exactitude. Tobias Wolff, in an interview, makes the easy-to-forget observation that in fiction, all settings — even real ones — are imaginative constructions. “The London of Charles Dickens is not London, it’s a London that is in his mind and his spirit, his way of looking at the world. That’s his London.” He goes on to call the American West his own “mythologized place.” Wolff isn’t pooh-poohing such things as research and exactness, or excusing errors of fact. Rather, he’s reminding us that place in fiction is ultimately a topography not of the physical world but rather of the impressions of the physical world on the writer.

The mere existence of the show Jersey Shore irked me initially because I figured that it would flatten into cliché the place in which my feelings were all bound up. What I failed to grasp was that my mythologized place could never be found on TV, any more than it could be found on a map. That’s because there are as many Jersey Shores — and Londons and American Wests and New Yorks and Mississippis — as there are individual consciousnesses upon which these places leave their lasting impressions. All we can do is tap into memory and the imagination and write the truths that lie there.

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Michael Kardos is the author of the novel The Three-Day Affair and the award-winning story collection One Last Good Time. His short stories have appeared in The Southern ReviewCrazyhorsePrairie SchoonerBlackbirdPleiadesPRISM international, and many other magazines and anthologies, and were cited as notable stories in the 2009, 2010, and 2012 editions of Best American Short Stories. Michael grew up on the Jersey Shore, received a degree in music from Princeton University, and played the drums professionally for a number of years. He has an M.F.A. in fiction from The Ohio State University and a Ph.D. from the University of Missouri. He lives in Starkville, Mississippi, where he is an assistant professor of English and co-director of the creative writing program at Mississippi State University.

The Story behind the Pick: The Three-Day Affair by Michael Kardos

When the winners for the Mississippi Institute of Arts and Letters announced the fiction category, I admit I asked, “Who is Michael Kardos?” I soon learned that Michael had written a fantastic short story collection, One Last Good Time that many Lemuria employees have since been raving about.  I looked him up to see where he is from and saw that he grew up on the Jersey Shore but is now a assistant professor of English and co-director of the creative writing program at Mississippi State.  Michael received a degree in music from Princeton and played drums professionally before earning a MFA  in fiction from Ohio State University and a Ph.D. from University of Missouri.  The more I investigated I became aware that his stories have appeared in a number of literary journals including The Southern Review and have been named notable stories in the 2009, 2010 and 2012 edition of Best American Short Stories. When I met Michael at the MIAL event I also found him to be a really nice guy.

As soon as I found out that Michael was to be published by the relaunched Mysterious Press, I immediately got my hands on an advance copy of The Three-Day Affair. Y’all this is a novel that everyone is going to love.  Nine years after graduating from Princeton, Will, a musician, Jeffrey, a dot com success, and Nolan, a state senator, are getting together for a fun and relaxing weekend of drinking and golf.  After having dinner, they stop at a convenience store and Jeffery runs in to grab something.  All of a sudden, he is back dragging a young woman with him.  He shoves her into Will’s car and yells “DRIVE!” which Will does.  This is the beginning of a weekend  that will change all of their lives forever.  Knowing that they are already guilty of kidnapping they have three days to fully understand what else they may be capable of.

After finishing The Three- Day Affair I did wonder what parts of Michael Kardos’ background influenced the story line of this book.  My question was answered in the July 30, 2012 issue of Publishers WeeklyLenny Picker in a PW Talks Q&A with Michael asks the following:

Picker: How did you go from a career as a musician to being a writer?

Kardos:  After graduating from college, I played in rock bands for eight years before concluding that the best way for me to keep enjoying music was to stop doing it professionally.  By then, I was reading a great deal of fiction and beginning to write regularly.  I loved that all I needed to create a story was a pen and paper, or a computer rather than tons of gear and other guys and a beatup van, a belligerent bar owner, and an aloof soundman.

Picker:  Did you musical background influence your fiction?

Kardos:  A fundamental connection between music and fiction-for me, anyway-has to do with shape and structure.  A story or novel has recurring motifs, shifts in dynamics and tempo, staccato and legato passages, introductions, codas, just as a Bach fugue or Beethoven symphony has a narrative quality.  The languages are different, but compositionally there are similarities.

We have chosen Michael Kardos’ debut novel, The Three-Day Affair, as Lemuria’s October First Edition Club selection.  FEC members you are in for a thrill ride!  In fact, I couldn’t agree more with Tom Franklin, author of Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter and will just let him tell you:

I dare you to pick up The Three Day Affair and read a page or two and then put it down.  It can’t be done.  With a combination of dread and glee I tore through this book and was sorry when it was over.  Michael Kardos has written a taut thriller that goes least where you expect it to, but goes there beautifully.

Our Amazing First Editions Club Members Help Bring Wonderful Authors to Mississippi & The Amazing Mississippi Wilderness Roadshow

I think it’s not a stretch to say that between Square Books and Lemuria, we can rock a debut author’s world. At Lemuria, our AMAZING FIRST EDITIONS CLUB MEMBERS are a power house of influence with publishers. We are lucky to have you! Without you we might not ever meet such wonderful authors and read their books.

But what happens when the author is from Washington State? What happens when it’s his first trip to Mississippi? Yeah, that’s so not Mississippi.

Well, Lance Weller took it all in stride, despite the fact that it was his first published novel and Mississippi was his first stop on his tour. As he says, he was “nervous as hell”!

I was catching up with Lance on his blog and wanted to share a funny piece about his Mississippi experience during the first week of September.

Here’s what Lance felt in Mississippi in his own words:

Before leaving the Jackson city limits, I stopped at a roadside burger joint because I was hungry and thirsty since, besides being unnatural, air travel isn’t conducive to my appetite. I parked my cool car. Shut down the engine. The air conditioner hissed to silence. I stepped outside and immediately had no idea what was happening to me.

The engine had obviously exploded and I was caught in that moment that you read about in pulp novels where you know you’re dying—that transient-yet-impossibly-long second before the body gives way and lets go the soul and you’re aware of it all and there is no pain. But no, there was no explosion. Instead, someone had obviously thrown a wet cloth bag over my head and I was suffocating. I imagined government vans and black helicopters. Waterboarding. But no, I was not being manhandled. All I had done was to step from an air-conditioned car into something like 90 degree heat and 90% humidity and my glasses had instantly fogged and my lungs felt as though they’d collapsed. I must’ve made a sound, some sort of strangling noise, because folks in the parking lot looked up from their concerns and, seeing me flailing about—instantly drenched in sweat—just shook their heads and smirked and went about their business.

Somehow I found my way into the restaurant then back out again. Serena [GPS voice], patient and cool, guided me back onto the interstate and we set off north once more. I paid attention, now, to the temperature gauge on the dash and, at seven o’clock in the evening, it stayed steady at 92 degrees Fahrenheit. Mississippi woods flowed past to either side. The interstate ran straight and flat, the paving softly brown, shading into pale red. The sun slowly set at my left shoulder and it took its time going down—a thing far different from what I was used to. The west went brilliantly yellow and everything was watery. -Lance Weller

Hop over to Lance’s blog to get the rest of the story:

The Great, 4-Day, Mississippi Wilderness Roadshow

We gave Lance’s new pen a workout, not to mention his hand.

About Lance Weller

Lance Weller is the author of Wilderness from Bloomsbury, September 2012 & Lemuria’s September First Edition Club Pick.

First Printing of Wilderness: 15,000

His short fiction has appeared in Glimmer Train Stories, New Millennium Writings, Quiddity, The White Whale Review, The Broadkill Review and Terracotta Typewriter.

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