Category Archives: Library

The Joy of Marketing. Not

So I finally get a review of my Civil War battle novel “Knoxville 1863” up on two sites (here and here, in addition to Amazon) and some free advertising on a third site here and what happens? Amazon crashes for the afternoon. And when they finally come back, they’ve got a little notation on my paperback sales page to “sign up to be notified when this item becomes available.” Sheesh. This is print-on-demand, people. Not boxes of books in a warehouse.

Meanwhile, I was trying unsuccessfully to twist an arm for another review. The joke is that DIY authors and small publishers rely on family and friends for their book reviews. I do have the friends part down, luckily, but the family? Not a chance. The ones who actually read books have this phobia about writing reviews. So they say. Maybe they secretly hated mine and just don’t want to be honest.  If not, then the family part of the joke is on me.

UPDATE:  Well, Amazon fixed their problem sometime after midnight, so that irritation is gone. Onward Through The Fog!

Arkfall

Heck of a good story, this one. My only complaint is that it ended too soon. Nobody said it was a novella. Well, that and a few formatting problems on the Kindle version. But nothing seriously distracted from the engaging story of Osaji, a floater who thought she wanted to become a barnacle (or even a spacer) but turned out to have floating in her blood, after all.

I’d read Carolyn Ives Gilman’s short stories, so I knew to expect good plotting and believable characters. But the biotic membranes the floaters use to get about  the sea of their ice-covered world (think Jupiter’s Europa or Saturn’s Enceladus) are brilliant conceptions. Even my old scuba diver’s fear of deep water relaxed after a few dozen pages. Now we can look forward to the next installment of Osaji’s adventures and discoveries, yes?

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Patterns: tree bark

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The Time of Eddie Noel

Lexington is another of Faulkner’s “little postage-stamps,” a microcosm of humanity which just happens to be in Mississippi. The time of the title was the mid 1950s when Jim Crow oppressed everyone, putting the trash on top of all, black and white. The blacks suffered the visible injustice, the whites got theirs behind the scenes, until one night, one young black fellow had enough and gunned down six white men, three to death.

How he managed to elude capture and courts (though he suffered incarceration) and Mississippi’s then-traveling electric chair, is a saga worthy of myth.  Oxford, MS corporate lawyer Allie Povall, a Lexington native who was twelve at the time, makes the most of it. Almost too much, with his atmospherics, making the clouds, the rain and wind stand-in for what another age would have expressed as divine judgement. His conclusions about why Eddie Noel not only was not executed for premeditated murder but lived into old age a free man, i.e. that blood will tell and prominent white blood could get even a black man off, isn’t very creditable. But it’s certainly worth considering.

Uncharted Territory

A funny yarn for the Kindle that doesn’t seem to go anywhere–until it does. And leaves you with a satisfying tale of two planetary explorers, man and woman, chosen by the bureaucrats for their “gender balance” but whose relationship matures into something closer to love.

While their indigenous scout has romantic notions of his (her?) own. Meanwhile, it’s a wickedly funny satire on political correctness, sensitivity training, and multiculturalism. All science fiction authors seem to delight in sending up bureaucracies, but Connie Willis does it better than most.

The odious Confederacy

Slavechildren

An apparent Matthew Brady studios photograph of slave children, taken either during the Civil War or shortly after emancipation. Found recently in an estate sale in North Carolina, in a photo album for which collector Keya Morgan paid $30,000. The flip side of my earlier “ode” photo. Morgan’s site on original Abraham Lincoln photos is fascinating, each digital copy scanned from an original and therefore sharp as a tack.

The man “who freed the slaves,” as the saying goes. Lincoln didn’t, of course, to put a fine legal point on it. But they certainly might not ever have been freed without him.

Via The Confederate Book Review.

UPDATE:  A commenter at this site claims the photo could be from a Caribbean banana plantation. Doesn’t explain the “Brady” on the card, tho.

Knoxville 1863 on the Web

Working on a new dedicated site for the novel, a freebie on blogger. Starting off with a post-battle photo of Fort Sanders, via the Library of Congress. Several more photos on the subject to come as part of the book’s promotion.

Conventional wisdom says authors need these things, as they’re also supposed to be all over Twitter and FaceBook. I have my doubts. But I can see the advantage of not having my politics intrude on the attempt to market books. Except when they do. Oops.