I think The Astral is the best Brooklyn novel that I have ever read. So I’d like to say to the 100K of Brooklyn writers, who are expending about a million kilowatts of New York City’s power grid, that you can power down your laptops now. You don’t have bother anymore. Thanks anyway.
Lets say two-hundred thousand people read literary fiction in America today, and that’s generous. Forget the rest of the world. How do they hear about literary novels? Really…how? Because they read Three Guys One Book or The Millions? The Late American Novel: Writers On The Future of Books will give you years worth of reading material if you just go out and pick up one book from each writer and read it, just one.
Publicists want to focus the attention, and monetize the coverage. But if publicists were smart, they’d ask us to post this stuff three months BEFORE pub, because book blogs function best as places where the conversations starts–don’t you think? I feel like we (book bloggers) drive interest, not book sales–particularly because many of our readers (agents, editors, writers, booksellers, etc.) can get a galley (for free) of anything they want simply by asking the publisher.
I am partial to stories set in the 1980’s NYC, having spent some time there as a kid. I seem to have rose colored memoires of those years, especially the downtown art scene, and sleeping on the floor of an artist’s loft on 17th street when I was in grade school. The fine folks at Ecco sent a galley of Ten Thousand Saints my way, and I was immediately sucked into this coming of age story.
It’s easy to believe in ghosts if you are one. Both of my parents, towards the end of their lives, told me that they felt like ghosts. Now that’s a fine thing for an adult child to hear. And if you’re a reader of literature, then you’re the ghost. Think about it. You’re a disembodied presence within the story. You’re aware of everything that’s going on but you are unable to affect anything.