My first book, Long Time Ago Good, came out in 2009, about the time that Kindle/ebooks were really taking off. My beloved publisher, Slough Press, had never done an ebook edition before, and so Long Time Ago Good missed the revolution.
So--one of my projects this summer has been the Kindlefication of Long Time Ago Good, and yesterday the Kindle edition went live. Better late to the revolution than to miss it completely!
That's the new cover there to the left....
You can--and should!--buy it here.
Readers will notice that I dropped the subtitle. I don't know. Seems that plain "Stories" is more direct and, in an odd way, more evocative of the past than the somewhat ornate "Sunset Dreams...."
You can also see that I went for the violent cover--in the first edition, I cropped out the hand holding the poor armadillo. I left it in this time because after thinking about it for five years, it seems like the violence of this image fits the book. (I've written about the LTAG cover before, here...).
Sometime in the fall you can all look forward to a complete new edition of the paperback, with, perhaps, a critical afterword of some sort....
I’ve been amused in recent weeks that people are referring to talented but no-heart basketball player LeBron James as “LBJ.”
I suppose this reference has been going on for some time—no doubt I just noticed it because I’ve been caught up in reading Robert Caro’s splendid Johnson biography, The Passage of Power, and because of the NBA playoffs are going on.
For me—perhaps because of the Caro book, perhaps because I’ve lived in Texas for 30-(very)-odd years, or maybe just because I’m old—LBJ will always mean Lyndon Johnson. It doesn’t even mean Lady Bird Johnson, Linda Bird Johnson, Luci Baines Johnson, or Little Beagle Johnson. For sure, it doesn't mean LeBron James.
Though I’m also aware that you can’t fight popular culture. And also the photo below is funny.
The prison where I teach has a program that trains guide dogs, and it’s a common sight to see inmates leading handsome labs or lab-mixes around from building to building. One of my students was recently promoted to dog-handler, and last night she brought her pup with her—Madrid, a pleasant young black lab.
The topics we worked on in class last night were gossip and news, and the similarities and differences between the two. About gossip, one student wrote, “If you want people to know something, tell a convict.” Other had been in the news when their indictments came down, and felt ill-used by the media….
It was a good class, and through it all, Madrid slept peacefully under a table while we wrote and discussed our writing, bringing a doggish sense of—what? Normality?—to the room. Critters can change an environment simply by being in it....