I want an Amazon-Golem

Dear Internet People, some of whom I know personally:

Amazon.com has a policy that if a book on their site receives 40 or more reviews/ratings there, they will become your Golem and market your book in all kinds of ways for free.

I would love to have a Golem.  Thus, I am asking for your help to make Amazon my Golem by helping my novel SWEET get 40 or more reviews/ratings on Amazon.

To review and/or rate, you can go to the Amazon page for SWEET.

From there, scroll down the screen and click on the button that says WRITE A CUSTOMER REVIEW.

Don’t panic!  You don’t have to write a word, I promise! You can simply click the stars to rate the book. (You can, if so moved, also write a review there, but you don’t need to do so.)

That’s it!  You did it! One step closer to turning Amazon into my Golem!  (I promise that there will always be a place in my administration for those who help SWEET. Maybe even your own Golem.)

Thank you for doing this.

Now that you’ve done this and seen how easy it is, do it for ALL the books out there.  Especially Interlude Press books.  If you need a to-do list, check out the Interlude Press catalog here.

And, hey, while you’re there, why not do a bit of shopping? That catalog makes a great holiday shopping list.

REVIEW: CEILI by Moriah Gemel

Ceili by Moriah Gemel (March 17, 2016); 200 pages. Available from Interlude Press here.
There’s a place called Ceili that is a hangout for folks who are hiding a secret from the rest of the city. They can go, drink, sing, let down their guards, let others know them. Their differences will be accepted there, and there they can find common ground with others who share their secret, too.
No, it’s not a gay bar. I know how you think, because it’s how I think.  It’s a place for Fae to congregate in modern-day L.A.—Fae are all sorts of magical folk (faeries, Sirens, and the like).  Difference is okay there; non-normativity is the norm.  The story begins when Devon, a struggling singer/songwriter, wanders into the bar by chance one night and discovers his own connections to the place—he’s Fae himself, yes, but he also has a strong attachment to the proprietor, Eldan, and a real sense of belonging when he’s there. Plus, the drinks are pretty good (they’re magical drinks, so I assume they’re good).
Ceili tells the story of Devon coming into himself—figuring out his identity as Fae, finding a place in which he just fits, finding the courage to stay there and make it his home.  (This might sound a bit familiar to some of us aging gay folk, and it should… A stand-up comic once said that “homophobia is the fear of going home’’—it’s funny because it’s true, but it’s also true that most of us gay folk have to work harder than others to find a sense of home and belonging and realness. It’s why The Wizard of Oz is all about that. The idea of “home” is really charged for those of us who are so often excluded from one in one way or another.)
It might be no accident that so many of our stories as gay folk are told as sci-fi and fantasy stories, as stories of Other-type beings and learning to live with (and even appreciate) difference, of discovering one’s true nature and finding a community and a way to live in it happily.  It also might be no accident that “Fae” (at least as I hear it in my head) is homonymnous (if that’s not a word, it is now) with “fay,” as we gays used to be called.  So often, straight culture seems to misunderstand gayness as a search for sameness (after all, the prefix we all accept, “homo”, means “same”). It’s why the preponderance of mirrors and doubles in films about the Horrifying Nature of the Gay (go on, rewatch Hitchcock’s Psycho).  But it’s really our difference from straights that makes us problematic.  It’s our Otherness, the fact that our lives and loves so often don’t adhere to the pattern we’ve all come to accept as normal. Fantasy and sci-fi seem to revel in that potential difference.
So, to heave myself back on track: Ceili is a love story, a slow, planning-into-love story between Devon and Eldan. But it’s also Devon’s story of figuring himself out, finding his place.  It’s also Eldan’s story of mentoring and leading (both Devon and the larger community).  It’s also the story of the community, of Ceili itself, of how such a place can survive in a largely hostile world. It’s a lot of stories, all braided into an addictive, enticing read.

Y’all come back now, y’hear?

Anybody that knows where that comes from was also forced to watch Hee-Haw by their sister, who wanted to be a cowgirl.  (That was the wrong way to go about becoming a cowgirl.)

Thank you to everyone who submitted questions, followed along, or just threw me some emotional support for yesterday’s Interlude Press Media Takeover.  It was so much fun (for me… I hope for others as well)!  And so many good questions!

If you couldn’t “attend,” you can read all the Q/As on http://interludepress.com/ or In the Interlude Press tweets from last night.  And, while you’re at it, pop over to the Interlude Press bookstore to check out the catalogue of really awesome books!

REVIEW: The Star Host by F. T. Lukens

The Star Host by F. T. Lukens (March 3, 2016); 258 pages. Available from Interlude Press/Duet Books here.

In this world (Earth and the world in the book), there are people whose bodies are home to a kind of power that can either be harnessed and used consciously, or can overpower the host and crumble him to its own use.

The Star Host by F. T. Lukens is the story of one such person, Ren, whose body holds a small piece of a star, which gives him immense power to commune with—control or be controlled by—machines.  He’s taken prisoner by a power-hungry ruler and isolated in a cell.  In the cell next to him, however, is Asher, a former Phoenix Corps military man who becomes his confidante, friend, and eventually, his love.

The novel tells the story of Ren’s capture, his attempts to harness and hide the power he has, and his witness of cruel and sometimes deadly treatment of his friends.  The novel also tells the story of how Ren and Ash become close, how they come to depend upon and support one another, and how—finally—they plan an escape from the dungeon in which they’re held.

I’m not doing it much justice here: it’s absolutely riveting.  With a plot strung tight with anticipation and sharp writing in which two very different, very distinct and real characters come to seem real, The Star Host held me so tightly I couldn’t put it down until I’d finished it entirely, in nearly one gulp.

That sentence, though, the first one I wrote, keeps calling me back.  It resonates on more than one frequency here.  Though love between two men, in this novel, in the world it describes, seems neither out of the ordinary, nor strange, nor dangerous, nor remarkable in any way (unlike in our own world), and the fact of this is unremarkable to the story’s narration itself.  Visiting in this world feels like such an immense relief, for being gay doesn’t seem to matter at all.

What matters, instead, is whether or not one can be used by—or poses a threat to—the government.  People hang their lives by this.  Children grow up poised to fight or flee.  And for those like Ren, who grow up knowing that something burns inside them, makes them different, makes them understand the world differently, makes them hunted, must be hidden, and will affect every inch of their lives, being a “star host” matters.  

Get what I’m saying? This book, I mean, is about being gay in more ways than one: yep, the protagonists are gay.  But also the “star host” phenomenon rings many of the same bells.

The result is a novel that imagines a world in which being gay isn’t a Big Thing, and in which there is a different Big Thing that drives the plot and makes the novel taut, interesting, compelling.  Being a “star host” in this world still strikes metaphorical notes for someone who wants to read it that way—one isn’t required to do so to love this novel—one could read the “star host” quality in the context of sexuality, but also as a metaphor for ethnic identity in America, intelligence, gender, teenhood, and a whole other number of Things That Make You Different.  So, to beat this “note” metaphor within an inch of its reasonable life, you could say the novel resonates, without being dictatorial, with a second voice for anyone interested to listen.

 

Jude Sierratakes on…

Twitter! She takes on Twitter!

Today (Tuesday, March 8) starting at 6 pm EST, follow along on Twitter as Jude Sierra (author of HUSH and WHAT IT TAKES) responds to all your questions!  She’s a smart, funny writer, so this should be great.

she’s taking over the Interlude Press Twitter account, so follow her at @InterludePress starting at 6!

Review: Speakeasy by Suzey Ingold

Speakeasy by Suzey Ingold (February 18, 2016); 256 pages.  Available from Interlude Press here.

There’s something brilliant about telling the story of two men in love in America in the early 20C and setting it in a speakeasy during Prohibition.  We Americans look back on Prohibition and shake our heads—it seems a completely stupid time, and the laws against alcohol only increased the violence done in the name of alcohol and its repression.  So, it seems kind of natural to set a story of love between two men in that scene: stupid and senseless repression that only increases violence done in its name?  As I said, it’s a brilliant, fitting setting for this love story.

The story itself is of Art (who runs a speakeasy for gay men in the basement of a barbershop) and Heath (from a Good Family, graduate of Yale, Going Places If He Plays His Cards Right).  Heath is introduced to the speakeasy by a friend, and soon after meets Art, and the two begin a courtship that must be hidden from society, including Heath’s family (who expect him to marry a woman of their own social circle).  In one scene, Heath and Art climb the stairs from the speakeasy and must stop holding hands before they get to the street.  It’s a poignant moment for any of us who’ve stopped holding hands with a beloved because the atmosphere seemed too dangerous for it, but it highlights for all readers the ways that secrecy is used, ironically, to preserve freedom in this novel (and all the ways that fails, too).

Beyond the intelligence of the setting here, the two plotlines (the love story and the story of the speakeasy itself) weave together and apart and serve to amplify each other (what a great example of novel with great rhythm). Both the life of the speakeasy and the life of the relationship depend upon disobedience, secrecy and passion, in equal measures.

Aside from what happens, I can also say that how the story unfolds is really great, through narration that feels natural and real (and perfectly-paced) and lets the reader get to the story without getting in the way.

Reading novels electronically means that I don’t always see the end nearing—sometimes you can feel it coming, but you have no dwindling unread pages to remind you.  Though the ending was natural and thoroughly earned, I was unhappily surprised when this book was over, if only because that meant the story and the world were no longer mine to spy upon.

 

Neglect

I’ve neglected this website for a bit (though I’ve been managing to keep up with the Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook sites).  I don’t know how the kids today do all the social media they seem to do–it takes an incredible amount of time and energy and thought.  And consistent internet access (so, money, or a moneyed public library within reach).

I’m knee-deep in the semester right now, teaching and reading and grading and meeting with students–and have lapsed in my duty to be a Person in the World Today (which seems to occur almost exclusively online).

What I’ve been thinking about recently: Fat Barbie, the upcoming election (and how politically-vocal I should be online), teaching, the violence by white men against the young Black woman at the recent Trump rally, moving to the west coast somehow (or maybe Montreal, if that can be swung), weathering what appears to be a freak snow here in NYC (I was without a coat two days ago, and today there’s snow outside), cheddar-chive-jalapeno biscuits (obsessed), the circus and sideshow (#amwriting) and a recent Multiple Sclerosis relapse which has left me feeling sick and old and cranky.

Most of this list is pretty self-centered.  I suppose I’m in that kind of place right now, hollowing into myself and not wanting to peep out.  But that’s a nice privilege to have, to feel able to make the decision to do that, isn’t it?

I can’t really be the kind of teacher or writer or person I want to be if I take advantage of the privilege to remove myself from the world when I want a break.  I would hate it if others did that–especially at this moment, when efforts like #BlackLivesMatter are getting so beat-upon for simply SPEAKING and people are (simultaneously) complaining about how the younger generation is so apathetic and inactive about the world.

This is me peeping out to say hello, I’m still here, and I’m giving up my privilege of removing myself from things.  I’m back in babies.  See you around.

(Oh, and hey, please vote as many times as they’ll let you.) (KIDDING.  Vote ONCE in every election, okay?)

 

Review: “All Is Well” by Dale Cameron Lowry

“All Is Well” by Dale Cameron Lowry (in Simmer: A Dreamspinner Anthology).  Available from Dreamsprinner Press here.
So, I’ve not read the whole anthology yet, but I’ve been skip-hop reading (a delight different from deep reading, but still a delight), and stopped to read the entirety of Dale Cameron Lowry’s short story “All Is Well,” because I like stories that confront limitations (like repression, here, and how beliefs can tangle with desires).  “All Is Well” is about a young Mormon missionary man who gets paired with another Mormon missionary man during their service and, well, all could be well if things didn’t get in the way of them being in love, but they do.

One of the men is a brilliant cook and a somewhat seasoned (pardon the pun) missionary; the other is newer in the game and just beginning to confront his attractions to other men. Aside from the forbidden aspect of two men loving each other, there’s the general prohibition against sexual exercise at all that he’s got to deal with.  What’s lovely is that the story sticks to its guns about the relevance of the attraction between the two men without ever devolving into an “Eff you, Mormons!” sensibility.  These men find a way to make their faith work with their love, in a manner that’s slow, respectful, and real.

Poetry! Book of it! About NYC!

tenement threnody

Jodie’s mother says the song is dirty,

you know, You’ve Got What It Takes,

like in doing it, but at least they talk

about stuff. They’re Unitarians…

–Meredith Trede, Tenement Threnody

 

I just got my copy today.  Love these poems–compact, in a language that manages to feel both truly New York (spare, immediate) and rich.  Keep on, Trede, keep on!

(All your info & ordering links here: http://www.meredithtrede.com/)