A Little More About Blue Heron Book Works with editor/publisher Bathsheba Monk

If you missed it, here's an interview with Blue Heron Book Works editor/publisher Bathsheba Monk.  She talks with Bill Dautremont-Smith, program director, about how BHBW started, the kinds of books they are looking for, books that are currently in print and much  more.

It Don't Mean a Thing if it Aint Got That Swing...

And Lynnie Godfrey has definitely got that swing.  Her book, "Lynnie Godfrey: Sharing Lessons Learned While Seeking the Spotlight" is due out January 2016.  Beautiful cover photo by Lori Smith.  Caricature sketch of Lynnie by Sam Norkin.

Blue Heron Book Works on the Air with WDIY

Program director, Bill Dautremont-Smith of WDIY will talk to publisher/editor Bathsheba Monk of Blue Heron Book Works on Monday, November 30 at 6:00 PM EST on the Lehigh Valley Arts Salon. Bathsheba will talk about the history of Blue Heron Book Works, how they choose titles to publish, current titles and upcoming titles.  Just in time for a little holiday scouting. Live on 88.1 FM or streaming at wdiy.org   WDIY is the Lehigh Valley's community NPR station.

Why I Love Vincent Francone

Like a Dog is one of those books--all true and heartbreakingly real--that you're reading along, sucked into Francone's beer-soaked world of private mail sorting--and who knew such a business existed?--when your drink explodes through your nose you're laughing so hard.  Life is absurd and I love Francone for revealing those absurdities with a smart subtle wit. Trigger alert:  don't let your kids read this book, they may think their own life will turn out all right.

Writers Will Write

Donna Vitucci, one of the splendid contributors to Songs of Ourselves, had this piece of her new non-fiction work published in Hinchas De Poesia:  When We Were Small.  Indeed.

http://www.hinchasdepoesia.com/wp/when-we-were-small/

"Like a Dog" author Vincent Francone takes a tour through old Chicago haunts. Book due out Oct. 31.

Jim McGarrah is Off to the Races

Book Review:  OFF TRACK Jim McGarrah
Reviewed in the Stars and Stripes, October 2, 2015
by Susan McCarty

Let the full title of Jim McGarrah’s latest memoir, Off Track or How I Dropped Out of College and Came to be a Horse Trainer in the 1970s While All My Friends Were Still Doing Drugs, be your guide to McGarrah’s loquacious, funny narrative and narrator. Let it also locate the reader in the epicenter of Baby Boomer counterculture while promptly letting you know that this story isn’t going to be that story.

McGarrah, a Marine and a Vietnam War veteran, is no stranger to counterculture, or memoir for that matter. Off Track is the third memoir for McGarrah, which takes up where A Temporary Sort of Peace (his Vietnam combat memoir) and End of an Era (his counterculture memoir) leave off.

Part war memoir, part bildungsroman, part American folk-tale, part historical lament, Off Track tells the story of a young McGarrah, returned home from war, injured, angry, and rudderless. In Chapter 2, “The Road to Angst,” we get a glimpse of McGarrah’s youthful attempts to answer his existential crisis--a wild-hair road trip to Mexico. Though the Mexico trip reads romantic, we understand that it stands in as a kind of shorthand for what feels to McGarrah like a ceaseless alienation-and-return leftover from his time in combat in the DMZ. McGarrah writes:
"The emptiness in my bowels became a metaphor for the emptiness in my soul upon our return…Forced by a strange desire for normalcy after the war and a disastrous four years wandering the now failed counter-culture utopia, I returned to my hometown and attempted a year working at the post office and being married. Both failed miserably."

The outsider status conferred on veterans when they return home from war is well-tread territory, but McGarrah’s memoir is a redemption tale: When they make you an outsider, become a gypsy.

The decade he spent as a groom and horse trainer makes up the bulk of this book, though the chapters are only roughly chronological—McGarrah gives himself plenty of room here to play around, to move backwards and forward in time at will, giving the reader the experience of a “present rummaged through” by the past and of a life lived “in two places at once.” Here, McGarrah is speaking of his PTSD. The two places are the complimentary worlds of his time in combat and his time in the horse world, but as I read Off Track, I got a strong sense of many pasts and presents at play in this impressionistic work: McGarrah’s relationship with his father and his own conflicting masculinities as a young man, an obsession with the culture of the track, his marital struggles and the encroaching corporatization of the sport of horse racing.

In one chapter entitled “The Artist,” McGarrah ruminates upon a talented mechanic who worked for his father, a painter in his own right, and the man’s warning that people should not “live in one life while they belong in another.” This becomes a kind of artist’s statement to McGarrah, a call to do well what one is able to do, but it is also a description of writing, and reading a book. And Off Track—with its interesting slippages in time and echoes of PTSD recurring (as PTSD does) in unexpected places—becomes a kind of meditation on what happens to a man when he must live both lives at once out of necessity, since, as McGarrah notes, “A combat veteran lives in two worlds simultaneously, the present and the past.”

And the racetrack proves to be a nice analog for combat: The grueling work, the comradery and hierarchy of the track, and the darkness of many of its denizens, makes it a space for McGarrah to work out his place in the world post-Vietnam through fascinating slice-of-life descriptions of track-and-horse work and folksy tale-telling. The reader gets a round, full feel for the allure of the life and its quirks.

When McGarrah recounts shoeing a two-year-old colt, he writes, “Everything living created its own comfort zone.” For McGarrah’s young narrator, a man without comfort, the track becomes this zone, as do the ways of the track. There is something about the oral tradition (I can see McGarrah’s narrator lighting up with raunchy glee at this expression) of storytelling that circulates wherever men labor—this tradition takes up residence in McGarrah’s prose, which modulates between psychological realism, lyric, and tale. This blend of genre, this mustering of all forces to tell the story, may be one of the most rewarding aspects of Off Track—the books feels multilayered and multivalent, which makes sense given that McGarrah is also a novelist and an award-winning poet. Jobs make for great material, and the added depth of McGarrah’s backstory and struggles make Off Track a rewarding memoir.

Susan McCarty teaches creative writing and literature at Salisbury University in Maryland. Her short story collection "Anatomies" was published in June.

Coffee and Lit

Wake yourself up with a nice essay about books that matter from our new fiction writer, Laura Libricz. 

Can't Live Without You

I came late to the fraternity of humans who can't live without animals.  A few years ago a stray cat staked out our back yard for himself, so technically I was rushed. There's more. Earlier that year two people died and left a crater I couldn't stop staring into--so death came late to me too. After that I was ashamed I ever had the nerve to write about death, and although in the re-reading my writing sounds authentic, I know what I was thinking and, believe me, I had no idea what I was talking about. So then, this cat. Those who have had animals save your sanity, I don't have to tell you. Part of the appeal of animals is they don't talk.  Their physical presence is the magic potion. So, when Jim McGarrah's manuscript came in over the electronic transom and I started it one cold snowy night, planning to read a chapter and go to bed, but then couldn't put it down, I knew I was reading the real thing.  It's the story of a warrior coming home and not having the words to breach the chasm between people who have stared into that particular crater--combat--and those who have not. And then his father buys this horse.  And Jim decides to train the horse.  And the rest is a funny, sad, riotous bout of first rate storytelling.  And the best part?  It's all true.       

Want more?

“I met Ruth, the woman who ran this track for the Ellis’s for three decades when I was a green kid in 1978. My upgrade from groom to trainer was so recent that the Polaroid snapshot on the license hadn't fully developed.  But Ruth was already an icon. 

  I had a stable full of cheap claiming horses with me and I had shipped the horses from a training center in Lexington, Kentucky. It was hot. I was exhausted from the strain of trying to do everything right. The security guard told me no stall space had been reserved for my stable and I couldn't unload. The horses were sweating and thirsty. They stomped and snorted, rocking the van, while I stomped and snorted around the guard shack. I prayed none would throw themselves down and injure a leg. 

A golf cart, groaning under the weight of a huge woman, careened around the corner. There she sat, like a Tahitian queen on her throne, reading the Coggins tests and past racing results on my thoroughbreds.  The guard seemed to shrink inside his uniform as she barked, "Let him unload stupid. We’ve got room and we sure as hell can’t run a race meet without horses." When she spoke, her hand caressed the only other rider I ever saw on that cart, a .357 magnum with an extended barrel. Ruth never once looked in my direction.”—Jim McGarrah, OFF TRACK
Jim's new book, Off Track: Or How I Dropped Out of College and Came to Be a Horse Trainer in the 70's When All My Friends Were Still Doing Drugs is for sale today.   

Catch Him if You Can

The latest dispatch from "Songs of Ourselves" contributor, Jonah Matranga.  He's on the road again.

JonahSaysHi Sep 2015

Hellos and Homes

I've just finished booking a fun run around Germany/France/NL (and my first show in Belgium in way too long), Sep 23-Oct 9. The thing I love most about this particular list of shows is that they're almost exclusively in homes or non-traditional settings (record stores, museums, all sorts). As I've gone on through the last coupla decades, I've learned that this is as good as making music for a living gets, for me at least. It's so simple: A nice, small space filled with enough people chipping in what they can to keep me fed and fueled and on the weird, wonderful way that is my 'career'. #HappyLivinSmall

Anyone that wants info on any of the shows, I'll post as much as I can publicly, and in cases where the hosts want to keep their personal info off of the internets as much as possible, just write to me and I'll send you all the info you'll need to be at the show nearest to you. Please spread the word.

And if you want to make a show/tour happen near you, let's do it. Speaking of which, I'll be around the UK one more time this year, in late Nov - early Dec. Anyone with ideas/offers, let's make more fun stuff happen. For whatever reason, it's proven harder for me to make this stuff happen sustainably in the States, so let's change that, my fellow Americans :)

Sacto sweeties, see you soon for TBD Fest! Proud to be part of it.

Thanks, always.

Jonah

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Sat Sep 19 - Sacramento, CA - TBD Fest - My set at 1:30pm-ish

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Fri Sep 25 - Morthomiers (FR) - Festival L'Automne de Morthomiers

Sat Sep 26 - Lille (FR) - House Show

Sun Sep 27 - Utrecht (NL) - House Show

Mon Sep 28 - Tilburg (NL) - House Show

Tue Sep 29 - Dordrecht (NL) - House Show

Wed Sep 30 - Oegstgeest-ish (NL) - House Show

OCTOBER

Thu Oct 1 - Brussels-ish (BE) - House Show

Fri-Sat Oct 2-3 - Rouen (FR)

Sun Oct 4 - Koblenz (DE) - House Show

Mon Oct 5 - Berlin (DE) - Ramones Museum

Tue Oct 6 - Berlin-ish ideas? Lemme know :)

Wed Oct 7 - Stuttgart (DE) - House Show

Thu Oct 8 - Montabaur (DE) - House Show

Fri Oct 9 - Duren (DE) - Record Store Show

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Love in the Time of War

 Blue Heron Book Works is thrilled to have Laura Libricz join us with her spell-binding trilogy of love in the time of war--my absolutely favorite kind of tale.   Here's the story:  In 17th-century Germany on the brink of the Thirty Years War, 24-year-old Katarina is traded to the patrician Sebald Tucher by her fiancé Willi Prutt in order to pay his debts. Forced to move into the Tucher country estate, Katarina is met by a crazed archer, Hans-Wolfgang, carrying a baby under his cloak. He tells her a fabulous story of how his beloved was executed by a Jesuit priest for witchcraft right after the birth and makes Katarina swear on her life to protect the child.

I mean, right?

Here's more about the wonderful writer, Laura Libricz:

Laura Libricz is a writer, a mother, a guitar factory worker.  And she loves to write.  Born and raised in Pennsylvania, she moved to Upstate New York when she was 22.  After working a few years building Steinberger guitars, she received a scholarship to go to college.  She tried to "do the right thing" and study something useful, but spent all her time reading German literature.  Most of her writing from that time landed in the fire.

She earned a BA in German at The College of New Paltz, NY in 1991 and moved to GErmany, where she resides today.  Her first novel, The Master and the Maid, the first book fo the Heaven's Ponds Trilogy, is scheduled to be released in 2015.  The second and third books in the series are scheduled to be released in 2016.

How to Stay Married for 54 Years

Jim McGarrah is our blogger today:

My mother may have been the first American practitioner of feng shui.  Before this ancient Chinese philosophy of bringing harmony to the home by moving furniture and other objects to create a balance – sort of an external chi thing – became popular among the trendy, New Age, upper-class, my mother was moving things around our home to restore balance and harmony. During the 1950’s when I was still in grade school, my father had the habit of coming home drunk from the Elk’s Club after a hard night of playing Gin Rummy with his old drinking buddies. If this happened once or twice a month, my mother, being a docile sort, might have let it slide. But, after cooking several meals that got cold on the stove in one week, she refused to go gentle into that good night. It became her habit to wait until around 11PM for my father’s return. That time was his line in the sand. Once it was past, I could hear the surreptitious scraping of chair legs across the living room floor as she rearranged the furniture and created a different obstacle course each night. When Dad stumbled in at whatever time he stumbled in, I always awoke to a distinct pattern of sounds – thump “shit” crack “damn” crunchjinglebangrattle “holy sweet jesus joseph and mary mother of god” and after several nights of bruised shins and stubbed toes and cracked knuckles, my father was home every evening for supper till I graduated high school. Our home had its balance back.

This is a story created about an event that really happened in my childhood and one that will appear in a new book I’m working on right now. After years of writing both poetry and nonfiction, I’ve come to believe that the term, “storyteller,” best fits what I do. Well, it also makes me seem more charming than I really am to women in bars sometimes. That can be useful if you’re a short fat old guy. Sometimes I tell stories about things that really happened in my life, sometimes I write narrative poems about things that really happened but with a healthy dose of invention added to the tale, and sometimes I make things up using my imagination. The point is that no matter what approach I take to the material at hand, I’m always relying on the tools of the storyteller to construct an interesting narrative. If I do it well, the story will also take me to a place in which I know something I didn’t before the telling began. This is how you begin to know you are becoming a writer, when you quit using your writing skills simply to express and begin using those skills to discover.

Of all creatures on the planet, only humans organize their societies and record their cultural histories with myths, legends, yarns, anecdotes, accounts, tales – all forms of narrative. Before words existed, people told stories with cave paintings. If we could travel back in the shadowy realm before these paintings, we would find a community of nomads huddled close to a campfire making gestures and grunts that described the day’s events. The epic of Gilgamesh is the first known written story. 4,000 years before Edgar Allen Poe, the Egyptians wrote short fiction narratives of a type. In some Native American tribes every question asked is answered with a tale of some kind. This is the way we entertain ourselves, pass on wisdom, and sacred philosophies.

One of the most fascinating aspects of memoir writing, which is a very popular and useful form of story-telling, nests in the idea that everyone has a story to tell. I’ve heard complaints from pretentious literary critics that most of our stories aren’t worth recording and I find that statement almost as useless as the critics who believe it. The very fact that you don’t have to be famous or important to the world is an advantage because it allows you to start with a universal bond between yourself and an audience. Your record of life will be similar to a lot of other people. It becomes interesting to a reader for that reason and it remains interesting because of the way you tell it and what you discover in the process. This is why I've already written three and am working on a fourth.

Not only that, but reading memoirs is as good a way to expand your knowledge of the world and your understanding of what it mean to be human as writing them. With that said, I hope you will consider two things. First, consider writing down some stories of your own. Secondly, buy my new book soon to be released from Blue Heron Book Works called Off Track, Or How I Dropped Out of College and Came To Be a Horse Trainer in the 1970's While All My Friends Were Still Doing Drugs. It's a story and it really happened. So, it's also a memoir and I believe you will really like it. Meanwhile, I'll keep working on that new one so you can figure out how my mother and father managed to stay married for fifty-four years.

Songs of Ourselves

We are getting some splendid submissions for the anthology "Songs of Ourselves".  If you keep a journal, write letters or blog, check out the submission quidelines below.  July 15 is the deadline.

Blue Heron Book Works loves stories and we are dedicated to the idea that everyone’s individual story—not just those who live in the glare of the celebrity spotlight—is essential to the bigger story of who are.  

It’s not politically correct to assign characteristics to nationalities, and in fact most Americans wouldn’t consider being American a nationality, claiming that we all come from somewhere else.  And yet, after even one generation here—often sooner—the thing that we all have in common, the thing that makes us American, asserts itself and that is this:  we look at everything with a child-like sense of the new.  Nothing has associations that can’t be reworked or reimagined.  That’s what Americans do:  we reinvent ourselves constantly, create ourselves from scratch because all of us are starting over in some way.  It’s this looking at a situation for what it is without the judgement of generations that make us the most creative people on the planet. 

This quintessential American point of view is captured beautifully in journals and blogs, letters, in unedited and unreflective short bursts of observation and it is what we are celebrating in Songs of Ourselves.

If you have between 10-20 journal entries, blogs, or letters each shorter than 300 words, we would love to hear from you for possible inclusion in this anthology.  If your submission is chosen, we will need non-exclusive rights to what you submit and we will pay you a share of the 50% profits earned from on-line and bookstore sales which will be split among the contributors. We will also send you a print version of the book when it is published. 

The deadline for submissions is July 15.

Please send us your submission via email to editor@blueheronbookworks.com  There is no need to send anything else at this time.

Take a Yoga Break with Fanny Barry

Artist, yogini, engineer and Blue Heron Book Works author, Fanny Barry, publishes a yoga audio session every month.  Listen here and watch for her book later this year, Escape from Paradise....or how she left the frozen north and came to found a yoga studio in one of the primo places in the world--Tulum, Mexico.

I Get a Kick Out of You

Today's blog post is by Paul Heller, author of the #1 Kindle Best Seller, Last Call, his account of taking care of his mother during her descent into dementia.  This essay originally aired on WDIY, Lehigh Valley NPR affiliate.

The most profound change in my life was my mother’s death at age 93. If you’ve heard The Police Song Mother, you have an accurate picture of my relationship with her. My mother Judy had Alzheimer’s, and for the last five years of her descent into darkness I took care of her with hired help at home. Several times the effort almost broke me. I was hospitalized twice with pneumonia. But in the end, being in close-quarters with my lifelong nemesis liberated me.

Calling one’s mother a nemesis. That’s harsh. But it was during these grueling five years that I came to understand both of us.

Judy’s bad luck with loved ones pre-wrote our script. Her first husband died when she was eighteen. She married my father at thirty-five, had a miscarriage at thirty-eight, and on the day I was born her beloved father passed away. Then my father died suddenly when I was seven. Reading her mind from this distance I hear her saying: Build a walled fortress. With a crocodile filled moat. NO MORE LOSSES.

So Judy had her reasons. But for me, my childhood was a black hole of suffocation.

Remember how Mary’s Little Lamb followed her to school one day? When I was old enough to walk to school with friends, Judy would follow, ducking into doorways when a friend spotted her. Mocking on my friends’ parts. Fist fights to settle what was seen.

For my eighth birthday she gave me a right-handed baseball mitt. I’m left-handed, but actuarial tables said that lefties die five years before righties. She was determined that I become right-handed to give us five more years together.

She cried when I learned to swim. Panicked when I learned to drive.

All this is funny to me now, but back then I had no idea who I was…what I wanted. Never mind. Judy would take care of everything. There was a right girl for me. Just like her. The right clothes for me. She’d pick out. An apartment for me. In her building. A job for me. President, undoubtedly. Single, of course. With her in my cabinet.  

Judy wanted certainty. I wanted to breathe. You know how adolescents are impossible? Multiply by fifty. That was me. To the peers she summoned as witnesses we were a car wreck. I was driving.

I wasn’t at home when Judy finally died. I was dawdling outside a drugstore where I’d gone to pick up her morphine prescription. When I returned to my house, a cousin who’d come to say good-bye to her told me she’d died a few minutes earlier.

Was I was happy? Yes. I felt giddy with exhaustion but free. But after a few weeks of elation and sleep I realized that nothing had changed because I hadn’t changed. The armor I’d worn since adolescence was who I was. I saw that I had a choice. I could go on nursing the anger and defiance I was so practiced at or I could get on with the task of trying to be myself, something I’d had no practice at at all.

It hasn’t been easy. There are days when I have to fight the urge to call it quits, to say: “it’s too late, what’s the use.” But each skirmish I win brings a welcome moment of understanding and forgiveness.

Last month I was walking through a mall when a Frank Sinatra song piped into the air. It was I Get a Kick Out Of You--one of Judy’s favorites--something she sang to me when I was little. I had a flashback that carried me past the bad things, always the first things that came to mind when I thought about her, to the gifts she gave me despite our life-long quarrel. Education at the best schools, exposure to the world, a love of beauty. A head start few are offered. And with each passing month it gets easier to say: Thank you for all the good things, Judy. Thank you, Judy… Happy Trails.”

A Fourth of July-Type Interview with Jim McGarrah

Besides being one of our favorite writers, Jim McGarrah IS Blue Heron Book Works' favorite vet.  Here is a great interview with him on Vet Net.  Happy Fourth of July.  And don't shoot your fingers off lighting those firecrackers.

Chicago Writer Vincent Francone on WGN RADIO TONIGHT

All you insomniacs out there:  Vincent Francone will be talking shop, i.e writing, lit and his favorite cocktail, tonight on WGN RADIO 720 in Chicago at 2:15 AM to 3:00....that's when the cool people meet in case you're wondering.  Listen live or on the web here.  I'm pretty sure he's going to talk about his new book, LIKE A DOG.

Vince Francone Reveals his Writing Process

Now it can be told...

My Writing Process

Recently I sat in on a class and observed a colleague ask her students to describe their writing processes.  I decided to play along and write a few sentences detailing mine, though I didn’t share them with the class.  Instead, I’ll share them here:

1.   I have an idea.  

2.   I think (too long) about the idea, usually while riding the train home. 

3.   I forget the best parts of the idea and means of execution during the walk from the train station to my apartment. 

4.   If I am lucky, I remember some of the idea after walking the dog and fixing a drink and maybe some food. 

5.   I scribble some nonsense. 

6.   Eventually, I turn the nonsense into actual sentences and paragraphs. 

7.   I get lazy and defensive during the editing stage. 

8.   I succumb to doubts and fears and remain inactive for days. 

9.   Alcohol.

10. I suspend my ego and take editorial advice seriously. 

11. I regain my ego and combat the advice. 

12. I temper my ego and make the edits that make sense. 

13.  I rediscover that I am genius. 

14.  I am humbled by the lack of recognition of my genius. 

15.  I collect enough rejection slips to rebuild a rainforest. 

16.  I decide to stop writing altogether. 

17.  I write a blog post. 

http://zombiedante.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-writing-process.html

Love You Madly!

This update is from Lynnie Godfrey who is writing her showbiz memoir "Touched by Greatness" in between directing the reading of new plays and preparing for an orchestra concert at Miller Symphony Hall in January 2016.  

As my website announced I am preparing for an orchestra concert in January and when this year began I thought: "How wonderful, a new challange"...I've got my year mapped out...Well Ha...as they say in my Mother's Church: "if you want to hear GOD laugh...tell him/her YOU got a plan".

I am diligently working on my lovely music and what I thought was my centerpiece of work for the year has become my refuge...my quiet focus time...to clarity the music..what a joy and an opportunity...

BUT the WORK...is the Play Reading Series I am creating...The response to the first reading was positive to be humble (which I am learning fast...humility)...the support to unearth new works buried in trunks and storage bins for years has been absolutely mind boggling...I am summoned to meetings with people (who shall remain nameless for now) that I grew up reading about...Celebrities and Corporate Magnates alike along with Actors are willing to partner in this dream...

What a challenge.  I am approached by actors I know (and some I have only seen perform) to be involved in this process...What an honor...I am proud of my core actors and will work with them to create a formidable ENSEMBLE that can tackle any works...a multi racial task force of skilled, talented actors...

My projects now concentrate on the Black Community...Historically and contemporary...but that will not always be and I can't wait to address those scripts that feature the issues of All of our society...like LOIS'S WEDDING that focuses on our environmental and greed issues...

So welcome to my "new normal".  I am not obtuse enough to think I am planning anything...just stepping out in space with Faith and letting it happen.

Love You Madly,

LYNNIE GODFREY

"I refuse to tiptoe through life ..just to arrive unscathed at Death's Door..."

Sent from My IPad

A Few Good Writers....

The very talented Joe Taleroski has finished his solo flight of "Dead Stick" A Swanson Herbinko Mystery.   Swanson Herbinko fans will be pleased.