Book Launch Tonight

Tonight is the launch party for my novel Passage of the Kissing People. (More info about the book, including the first chapter, is available elsewhere on this web site.) Family language played a huge role in the development of the story, because it is based on my family history, and particularly the years 1952-53 when we were beginning to create our own family language. My sister and I were 5 and 7 then, that age where you pick up words at school or from books or movies and try to fit them into your world. For years I told stories about that time and place (and the Sonoma Vallley and the Sonoma State Home were places that made an imprint on a kid’s mind) but with this book I was able to find a way to use those stories in a larger cause. My wife always told me to make the book non-fiction, because it is so much easier to sell than fiction, but I didn’t have a narrative thread. That had to come from the fiction side of my brain. I’ve been steaming around with my hair on fire trying to get everything ready. Now there’s nothing left but the Big Show. Further bulletins will be issued as developments warrant.

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Eat Your Words

The Seattle Edible Book Festival was held last Saturday, March 30. Contestants entered food with literary motifs. Why this endeavor turns so easily to puns I will leave to the reader’s judgement, but rest assured, it does. From The Seattle Times:

Saturday’s annual Seattle Edible Book Festival was a pun-lover’s potluck, in which competitors were asked to represent a favorite book through food. Hence, entries included “Anne of Green Bagels” and a “Communist Can of Pesto.” “Challah-ver’s Twist” featured a golden-brown loaf of challah accompanied by a speech bubble that read, “Please, sir. I want some more.” A large russet potato wielding an asparagus staff and a crown made of a red pepper lorded over a plate of French fries in “Lord of the Fries.”

I cannot resist a well turned pun. Growing up in a family that played with words at the dinner table, I was warped from an early age. Childhood jokes and puns from those dinner-times long ago helped to set certain patterns in my head about what is funny. The informal, spontaneous games families play together form a part of the ritual glue that holds them together.

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