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Collecting Margaret Walker

how i wrote jubilee FEWROTEJUBAs a young girl, Margaret Walker Alexander listened to her grandmother’s stories. Walker decided at the age of nineteen that “she would clothe that ‘naked truth’ in all the power and beauty of fiction,” and she spent the next thirty years meticulously researching her family’s stories of slavery and the Civil War from every side. When Walker’s novel “Jubilee” was published in 1966, Harper’s Magazine asked her to submit an essay about how she wrote “Jubilee.”
FEPROPHETS-2Unexpectedly, Walker’s essay for Harper’s was rejected in 1967.

Instead, “How I Wrote Jubilee” was published in the form of a chapbook by a small press called Third World Press in 1972. Founded in 1967 by Haki R. Madhubuti, a poet and one of the leaders in the Black Arts movement, Third World Press ran alongside another important black literary press of the time, Detroit’s Broadside Press, which published Walker’s “Prophets for a New Day” and “October Journey.”
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In 1967, Mississippi’s Willie Morris had just been appointed as the managing editor at Harper’s Magazine. In his memoir “New York Days,” Morris reflected on Harper’s very “modest” operation and their $150,000 deficit. One way to increase their circulation was to publish excerpts of the latest novels. Bitingly, it was “The Confessions of Nat Turner” by William Styron that booted Walker’s essay out of Harper’s—as noted in “How I Wrote Jubilee.” Though Styron also went on to win the Pulitzer Prize for Literature that year, the novel received a great deal of criticism for being more sensational than historically accurate in its depiction of the slave revolt of Nat Turner. While James Baldwin and Ralph Ellison praised “Nat Turner,” much of the black community frowned upon it. Over the years, the admiration and respect for Walker’s “Jubilee” has only grown.

Small presses like Third World have stood for authors like Walker who needed a platform for their work. In publishing “How I Wrote Jubilee,” Third World Press provided a lasting and beautiful chapbook which includes Walker’s essay, a Foreword, Afterword and Discussion Questions for “Jubilee.” Third World is still owned by its founder Haki R. Madhubuti. While most black presses went out of business or were bought out by large corporations, the press maintains its independence despite challenging times.

 

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Collecting Barry Moser

appalachia“Appalachia: The Voices of Sleeping Birds” by Cynthia Rylant, Illustrations by Barry Moser. Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1991.

In “Appalachia: The Voices of Sleeping Birds” by Cynthia Rylant, life is hard but it is also sweet. Rylant’s Appalachia is a land of coal miners, small churches, country dogs, dirt roads, homemade quilts, and cotton dresses. She communicates the rhythm of Appalachian life in her picture book for the young and old:

“In the summer many of the women like to can. It seems their season. They sit on kitchen chairs on back porches and they talk of their lives while they snap beans or cut up cucumbers for pickling. It is a good way for them to catch up on things and to have time together, alone, for neither the children nor the men come around much when there is canning going on.”

Cynthia Rylant, a Caldecott and Newbery award-winning author, writes about where she grew up in West, Virginia. Her young life was not unfamiliar to Barry Moser, the book’s illustrator. Moser, a native of Chattanooga, Tennessee, is a printmaker, a designer, author, essayist, and teacher. He is well-known for his fully illustrated Bible published in 1999, by his own Pennyroyal Press which has designed some of the most beautiful modern limited editions of the twentieth century.

Moser’s paintings and prints have graced such classic stories and poetry as “The Adventures of Brer Rabbit,” “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz,” “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” and “The Tales of Edgar Allen Poe,” but he has also worked with many modern children’s books authors.

Moser’s paintings that accompany Rylant’s text were inspired by Ben Shahn, Walker Evans, Marion Post Walcott, and Dorothea Lange. The subjects in the paintings are simple and direct. The gaze of the coal miner shows a man with few choices in life—his father and grandfather were coal miners, too. The sweetness of life is there, too, as in the opening quote from James Agee, a nod to his own family in Knoxville, Tennessee:

“The stars are wide and alive, they seem like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near. All my people are larger bodies than mine, quiet, with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds . . .”

 

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See more of Barry Moser’s books here.

‘Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights’ by Salman Rushdie

So I’ve never read “magical realism” before, and that’s a term I hear applied to Salman Rushdie’s new book Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights  often. Is it a book with a realistic setting except with a few splashes of magic? I’ll go look it up….

And I’m back. Ok, so the term “magical realism” originated around the 1950’s to describe an art style that depicted supernatural elements in a mundane way. But when the term is applied to literature, it means pretty much what I guessed above. I have also come across the term “urban fantasy”, and that’s somehow a completely different thing? So just how broadly does this term apply? I thought of Harry Potter as a fantasy book, but given the definitions I’ve seen, does this make it technically magical realism?

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Now I’m hopelessly confused. If there’s anyone out there who can explain this to me, please come to Lemuria and help a bookseller out.

Enough about genre, let’s get to the story!

twoyearseightmonthsrushdieRushdie’s new novel is narrated by beings 1000 years after the events of the story, and so you don’t get any up close, personal accounts of the characters, but distant recollections of events. Since I enjoy reading history books, I felt right at home with this. I feel like some readers might find this point of view a bit dry, since in fantasy we’re used to knowing the minds of our hero. But give the story time, it’ll grow on you.

Basically, there is another reality called Peristan which is inhabited by supernatural beings called the jinn, who occasionally slip into our world to cause chaos or bless humans. Long ago, a jinn named Dunia fell for a mortal man, and together they had a ton of kids over the span of two years, eight months, and twenty-eight nights. (Which makes a total of 1,001 nights, in case you didn’t catch the reference.) Dunia’s lover eventually died, and Dunia returned to Peristan, and left all of her kids behind.

Kitab_al-Bulhan_---_devils_talkingSkip ahead to years later, and random people all around the world begin to realize they have strange abilities (a gardener begins to levitate at will, a baby can detect the inner corruption of others, etc.). Of course these people are not random, and as descendants of Dunia they will be the only hope to face an oncoming war upon earth by the dark jinn.

This book is full of references to Arabic mythology (which is so much fun to do further research on while you read this book!) and pop culture. There’s also a lot of underlying themes about migration, religion, and science. The writing style is also so tongue-in- cheek that it does not feel pretentious, but rather hilarious in parts.

I’m in the midst of my senior year in college, and I definitely needed some nice fantasy to escape into. Except, this didn’t feel like pure escapism, like I was doing mindless fun reading; starting Rushdie’s book made me feel like I was stumbling onto something huge and grand.

Braving a Horror Classic

So, October is my favorite month.  Temperatures once again hover in the 60s, leaves begin their brief exhibition of color, and I get to indulge my seasonal love of horror.  Many people are averse to the horror genre because of what I think is the mistaken idea that they don’t enjoy being scared. They imagine that watching a movie where characters are chased by a chainsaw-wielding madman is equally as traumatizing as being actually chased by a chainsaw-wielding madman.  In my experience, if I succeed in getting friends to sit through a horror film, they say things like, “That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.  I actually enjoyed that.”

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Let me be clear: I do not enjoy real life terror any more than anyone else.  When there is a thin film of safety, however, as there is when watching a scary movie, the terror can be downright thrilling.  The same is true of reading a scary book.

Jacket (2)Last October, one of my coworkers told me that Bram Stoker’s classic Dracula was her all-time favorite book and implored me to read it that fall.  I didn’t get around to it at the time, so I patiently waited all year for October to roll around so that I could read it in its proper season.  It was well worth the wait.

Published in 1897, Dracula was by no means the first work to feature blood-sucking vampires, but it did define the rules and limitations that govern vampires in both literature and film today.  It also introduced the world to Count Dracula, the most famous of all vampires and one who has been featured in countless books and movies since.

The entire book is made up of a collection of diary entries and letters from a handful of characters along with a few newspaper clippings that lend additional credibility to the characters, who, at times, question their own sanities.  Reading these entries feels a little voyeuristic because of the vulnerability and, yes, sexual tension that is rife in the novel.  These references are at times hard to catch, hidden in the eloquent Victorian language common in Gothic novels of the late 1800s, and at other times, not so subtle (you’ll have to read to see what I mean).  Readers have long theorized that Stoker used the story of the vampire to comment on the repressed sexuality of his time.

The book wastes no time in getting started.  It opens with Jonathan Harker, a solicitor traveling to Transylvania (part of Romania) to meet a wealthy count who plans to purchase real estate in London.  Harker is struck by the beauty of the surrounding Carpathian mountains while simultaneously being creeped out by the ominous feel of the place and its inhabitants.  Superstitious locals seemingly beg him in their native language to stay, and one woman puts a rosary around his neck.  By the time he gets to Castle Dracula (at midnight, no less), he is thoroughly petrified.

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After a cliffhanger of a final entry in Harker’s diary, the setting switches to London, with a letter from Harker’s fiancee Mina to her friend Lucy expressing her anxiety at not hearing from her Jonathan.  Soon the two women, along with three men, including Lucy’s fiance and a doctor who operates an asylum, call upon Dr. Abraham Van Helsing of Amsterdam to solve the mystery that has enveloped them, a mystery that seems to revolve around the thin, pale, man with red lips and sharp teeth and who has just arrived in London.

woman-faintingChilling and captivating, the novel’s only weakness is its misogyny.  The men of the book repeatedly refer to the dainty, pretty women whom they must spare the horrors of the reality of Dracula.  I found it disappointing that Stoker chose not to use his female characters to comment on the gender norms of the time, despite arming them with the capabilities to do so.

Chapters often end in mysteries that can only be solved by reading the first several pages of the next chapter.  If you’re like me, you’ll find yourself reading late into the night, the time of day where Dracula the character, and the novel, seem to exhibit their strongest powers.

Mitchell’s chilling new novel ‘Slade House’ reminds us why he’s awesome

6819Lawrence Norfolk was at Lemuria for his release of John Saturnall’s Feast in September 2012. Norfolk and a few Lemurians were chatting about how many authors start off from foggy obscurity—like J K Rowling–writing novels on the napkins of their dayjobs. Norfolk spoke of David Mitchell in the same mythic proportions.  He told the booksellers that he was one of the first readers of Mitchell’s Ghostwritten, and was among the first to realize that Ghostwritten was much more than short stories; rather, it is a novel with a contiguous plot told through subtly connected narratives.

“Everyone of these pages deserves and demands to be read and re-read. Ghostwritten is an astonishing debut.”- Lawrence Norfolk’s Ghostwritten promotion.

Mitchell has become a master since Norfolk was asked to blurb Ghostwritten. The advance reader copies of Ghostwritten have become a collector’s item with a heavy price tag.


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“Grief’s an amputation, but hope’s incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed. Like Schrödinger’s cat but with a box you can never get open.” – overheard at the Fox and Hounds concerning a friend’s disappearance near Slade House

Mitchell’s new novel, Slade House, proves to me that he is capable of creating entire worlds. Just as Tolkien enamored the post-war world in his immersive creation of Middle Earth, or how Rowling immersed an entire generation of the world’s youth in Hogwarts—Slade House returns us to Mitchell’s immersive world of atemporality. Atemporals are people (or entities) that are able to transcend the bonds of a physical body. They are capable of a range of powers that would make both Sith and Jedi envious.

“When you die, your soul crosses the dusk between life and the blank sea. The journey takes forty-nine days, but there’s no wifi there, so to speak. So, no messages can be sent.” – Fred Pink interview at Fox and Hounds, just a block away from Slade Alley

Slade House is a return to the same eternal tug of war between the vampiric Anchorites and the psychosetaric telepaths that walk the shaded path. The prose within Slade House is doubly chilling and entrancing. The plot is an Escharian labyrinth: relentlessly moving forward but inevitably returning in circular motions. The story gains velocity through Mitchell’s agile cultural awareness and maneuverable wit.mcescher

“This is all getting a bit too Da’vinci Code.”- overheard at Fox and Hounds

bone-clocksThe most appealing thing about Slade House is that it’s a great place to start reading Mitchell. It’s a quick read, and much more approachable than The Bone Clocks. If you’re new to the author, pick this book up and introduce yourself to one of the developing legends of contemporary fiction. Let Slade House give you chills like any good ghost story should.

51w0Vx1mLOL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_If you’re returning to reading Mitchell, get yourself excited for the return of enigmatic figures such as Enomoto and Marinus. Take another look at The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet for some extra Slade House goodies.

 

If you’re a scaredy-cat, this isn’t the book for you. The pages will give you unavoidable goosebumps. This is a ghost story perfect for a spooky Halloween read.

Divorced Community

Whew folks, the struggle has been real in writing this blog. I recently finished reading both Kent Haruf’s national bestseller from 1999, Plainsong, as well as C.S. Lewis’ highly acclaimed The Great Divorce. The source of my struggle most likely stemmed from the diverse nature of these two works. Yet, I felt a connection that I was loathe to discard, even as I stared at my computer screen in frustration.

Jacket (5)I began with Plainsong, which had been on my reading list for quite a while. It was one of the first recommendations I was given by a co-worker upon beginning this grand adventure in the world of Lemuria. It took me a bit to get pulled in, about 100 pages, which surprised me a bit; but it was worth it. The prose is leisurely and unassuming, particularly at first, while sneaking in gut-punch worthy content. Haruf unfolds the interconnected lives of a pregnant high school girl cast out by her mother, a teacher shut out by his depressed wife and their two sons, and two irresistibly lovable old crusty bachelor farmers. Each chapter follows a different character, eventually interconnecting their lives.

Once I became invested in the characters lives, I didn’t want to put it down. I wanted, needed, to know what decisions they would make; would they each decide to embrace the loving, yet imperfect relationships in their community (granted some of the relationship decisions made are questionable in their moral health)?

Haruf displays the inherent need and beauty found in community. It is in community that needs can be known and met, and love can be extended to the lonely. While demonstrating the importance of community, Haruf also vividly displays the often excruciatingly painful nature of solitude. Plainsong can be a rough read in its vivid detailing of what the morally unchecked individual is capable of.

I enjoyed the read, but I struggled throughout with an overarching feeling of emptiness. The various troubles of the characters are mostly concluded by the end of the novel, or with as much resolution as can be found in this life. Resolution is arrived at through relationships in community, which resonates as a true thing, but there was an emptiness in the conclusion that left me feeling, well, empty.

Jacket (4)As soon as I closed Plainsong, I began to delve into C.S. Lewis’ classic, The Great Divorce. The novel follows a writer as he travels between heaven and hell, all while in a dream. Upon reaching heaven, the narrator witnesses several interactions between the visiting ghosts [of which he is one], with the glowing spirits who dwell there. Each interaction consists of a spirit imploring a ghost to repent and release the things and ideas that they so desperately cling to, in order to remain in heaven. Almost unanimously, each ghost clings to their unique struggle with sin as well as their justifications in doing so, and returns to hell.

As a reader, it was frustrating to watch each ‘ghost’ hold onto their emptiness, anger, and justification and flee back to hell. It was frustrating, yet also convicting as I know I do the same on a daily basis. It was here that the emptiness of Plainsong resonated with meaning. Community on this earth is not the end. It falls far short of what community will be like in heaven. We are currently divorced from what community and this life were created to be by sin. We are only experiencing a shadow of what is to come. What comfort there is in that knowledge!

Clearly these are my undisguised personal beliefs and introspection from my reading; you may do with them as you wish. I can heartily recommend both novels to those of similar and varying opinions and beliefs as myself. And the beauty of our uniqueness as individuals is that each of you will find your own things to ruminate on as you go about your day.

 

Adam Johnson’s new collection leaves the reader aching for more

Warning: reader’s discretion is advised. This is my first blog, not only for Lemuria, but in general.

WFES0812997477-2Adam Johnson’s new collection of short stories, Fortune Smiles, is a must-read for anyone who is looking for a fresh voice in the literary world or for those of you who are already a fan, which I am fast becoming.  It has been some time since I read a collection of short stories that so captivated me that I became lost in the stories themselves.

The six stories that are comprised within Fortune Smiles are each unique in voice and technique.  My first approach to this collection was to start somewhere in the middle, and I quickly learned my mistake after a subtle confession followed by severe reaction from fellow employees: “You can’t just begin with any story you feel like! I didn’t know anyone actually did that!?” Yes, I had committed the ultimate sin of reading a collection of short stories, and I am glad that I didn’t shrug off what they had said. When I came home from work that day I read the first story, which is fairly long, and of course I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t until the next morning when reading the second story in the collection that I began to realize the reason for their outcry. For lo and behold, the two were connected, and after I had read the second and the third; wouldn’t you know it, the three were interrelated. A spiritual awakening had occurred: my literary eyes were opened and the scales of shortsightedness fell to the wayside.  I had been delivered and entered into a new state of being.  I must confess that I haven’t read the last short story “Fortune Smiles”, for the reason of it being directly related to the plot of The Orphan Master’s Son, which I have yet to read.

Mr. Johnson has the unique ability of shaking the reader out of their current reality and transporting them to his world of words.  The stories found within are more than entertainment; they confront the reader with real questions of humanity; and not just that, but with questions of the self in general.  Or maybe it is that his surrealistic stories dislocate the self entirely?  The stories work off of one another in a way to create an awareness of estrangement, as if what is being told is at both nostalgic and alien all in the same.  Regardless of what is really taking place with the story and its effects upon the reader, this is for sure, once the last word is read you surely will say to yourself “what the f***?” and puke.  It is difficult to be the same person after having read a collection of stories such as these.

After reading this book, I went and bought up everything Johnson has published to date in hopes of stepping into his work.  If only I had more time to really give the attention that writers like Johnson deserve. It would be difficult at this point to say that any one of the six stories is a favorite for the sole reason of wanting to become more. The stories bring to mind Karen Russell’s work because Adam Johnson also takes ordinary things and makes them extraordinary; both writers have surrealistic tendencies, although Johnson’s approach and writing style is slightly different. He successfully dislocates the reader from reality in a way that realigns them with his characters. I highly recommend this collection of short stories and I am excited to read more of his work.

Collecting John Grisham Limited Editions

firm movie grishamBy 1993, John Grisham’s name had become synonymous with the legal thriller and he had published four of his most popular books: “A Time to Kill” (1989); “The Firm” (1991); “The Pelican Brief” (1992); and “The Client” (1993). This same year Doubleday bought the rights from Wynwood press to reissue “A Time to Kill” in hardback. Meanwhile, “The Firm” and “The Pelican Brief” were box office hits in the movie theater, expanding Grisham’s fan base even further.

time to kill by john grishamThe true first edition of “A Time to Kill,” the Wynwood Press edition, was difficult to find signed, and Grisham’s other early books were becoming too expensive or difficult for collectors to find. In 1993 Doubleday began publishing Grisham’s books in limited edition for collectors. It was a prime time to lay the foundations for collecting the author’s work, but Doubleday had to make up for lost time and released “A Time to Kill,” “The Firm,” “The Pelican Brief,” and “The Client” in limited editions of 350 or 300 copies all in that same year.

A signed limited edition of “A Time to Kill” was very appealing because it could be bought for $250 on the release date as opposed to a signed Wynwood edition which would sell in fine condition for around $1,500 in 1993. For those who hold a limited edition of “A Time to Kill,” its value has increased to around $2,000 today.

john grisham limitedEvery year since “The Client,” Doubleday has issued a limited edition of each of John Grisham’s novels. The legal thrillers are leather-bound, signed and numbered, have decorated end papers, gold stamping, a ribbon marker and are housed in a slipcase. The nonlegal thrillers like “Ford County,” “Skipping Christmas” and “A Painted House” are issued cloth bound and as a group are not always uniform in size as the legal thrillers are. An entire limited edition collection in fine condition—from “A Time to Kill” to the latest book—is valued at around $15,000.

Written by Lisa Newman, A version of this column was published in The Clarion-Ledger’s Sunday Mississippi Books page.

Click here to see all of John Grisham’s books.

Click here to pre-order the latest limited edition, Rogue Lawyer. 

Absolution, not Accountability: “This Is Your Life, Harriet Chance!” by Jonathan Evison

by Andrew Hedglin

I’m a little worried, as Harriet Chance often does about her own life, that this review might not live up to its full potential. By turns wrenching and farcical, with a rich emotional landscape, This Is Your Life, Harriet Chance! by Jonathan Evison is a lovely, bittersweet novel of surprising humanity.

WFES616202613-2TThe story here is about Harriet Chance (née Nathan), a widow and former housewife from Washington state who has been haunted of late by the ghost of her recently departed husband, Bernard. When she is informed of an Alaskan cruise Bernard bought for her as an uncharacteristic surprise, she feels compelled to take it to honor his wishes. After her best friend Mildred backs out as her traveling companion, Harriet (eventually) spends the cruise with her recovering-addict daughter Caroline and massive, slovenly, thoughtful Kentucky tourist Kurt Pickens.

Although half of the book is a straightforward story set just last month in August of 2015, the frequent flashbacks in second-person perspective are narrated like an exaggerated version of the dulcet television tones of Ralph Edwards, host of the 1950s reality show This Is Your Life. In its heyday, the show profiled everybody from movie stars to WWII survivors to housewives not unlike Harriet herself. The tone of the show straddles the line between empathetic and exploitative, judgmental and reassuring. Riddled with not only 1950s social mores but also the accompanying circumlocution of delicate topics, it’s a curiosity to most modern readers, but it is be a framework that Harriet herself would recognize.

There is one notable difference between the show and the novel: whereas the show told a person’s story in linear fashion, the book ping-pongs throughout different eras of Harriet’s life, although the overriding narrative arc moves backward. We are constantly asked to reassess whether Harriet is the victim or the perpetrator of her greatest failings: the failure to become the independent woman she always wanted to be, and the failure to fully love her daughter Caroline.

The lurid glare of a television show, however, serves as a less-apt metaphor than the old stand-by of the Russian Matryoshka nesting dolls: we have to go deeper and smaller into her life to finally find the unbroken image within.

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Although the big tentpole events might seemed to have charted Harriet’s course, it’s the quotidian acts of forgiveness and mercy, grace even, that’s necessary to end her story at peace with her husband, her children, her friend, and herself.

In my opinion, Harriet’s heroic attempts at absolution absolutely are as haunting as any apparition appearing on this Alaskan cruise. This book is about chances that do (and don’t) pass Harriet by. Don’t let this book pass you by this autumn.

[Jonathan Evison will be signing copies of this book at Lemuria on Wednesday, October 7, at 5:00 p.m. and will be reading at 5:30.]

Hard Decisions

WFES0812997477-2Don’t expect a heart-warming teenage romance story within Fortune Smiles by Adam Johnson. You will not read these stories, sip champagne and the relax into the absolution of serendipity. Fortune Smiles will do everything except absolve you of moral responsibility. In the way of plot, these stories have been written in a way to appeal to a wide audience. The collection has a bit of everything from futuristic drones, to draconic North Korean oppression, to abandoned babies in the fallout of Hurricane Katrina. The diversity of these stories reinforces Johnson’s purpose in portraying true morality as a malleable—often ambiguous—specter.

Moral obligation is the central tenant of Fortune Smile’s composite of six short stories. Time and time again, the protagonists face decisions that still make me wince weeks after reading them. Many of them, at first, seek their answer in the society surrounding them. They crave an outward force to tell them what is right and what is wrong. And, after being left without conclusion, these protagonists are forced to look within themselves and evaluate what they hold sacred as individuals. I believe this evaluation will happen to all of us at some point, and in retrospect we will constantly ask ourselves, ‘Was that the right thing to do?’

I almost pity Adam Johnson because his prose is so human, so evocative that I know that in some way, Johnson lived these stories and made each of these decisions himself. Fortune Smiles seeks to be the uncertain darkness that allows the light of morality to find definition and take shape. You will realize how fortunate your purchase was if you find a copy of Fortune Smiles on your bookshelf.

This collection is Adam Johnson’s fourth release, his third being the Pulitzer Winning Orphan Master’s Son.

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