Jenny Milchman, author of Cover of Snow (Ballantine), embarked earlier this year on a cross country author tour. This is the fourth installment of her notes from her trip:
This may be the World's Longest Book Tour, but we haven't talked all that much about books. Still, they abound in the places we are traveling. I've been a reader for even longer than I've been a writer, and this country is rich for me in literary associations. It's not so much that traveling has brought the books I've read to life--it's that the books I've read are bringing alive the country.
In Washington, D.C., it's political thrillers, of course, like John Grisham's The Street Lawyer or the Alex Cross novels. There's a certain cold hardness that authors tell us we can expect from this city--the inability to trust anyone, even ourselves.
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Not one menacing figure in the thrilling crowd at Arlington, Va.'s One More Page. |
But the reception we received at One More Page in Arlington, Va., was the opposite of cold. It was like a family reunion when you really like your family. Booksellers Terry Nebeker and Sally McConnell set out wine and welcomed me like a long-lost friend. People I'd known from childhood gathered at this event along with writers I've met during my publication journey. Friends from social media appeared in all their three-dimensional glory. New customers wandering in to browse got caught up in an impromptu night out. Not a single shot was fired; no one even bribed anybody. And still this night was more exciting than any political thriller I've read.
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Author Lee Mims shares the stage, or the front of the room, at Pomegranate. |
JKS Communications, the independent publicity team that is the brains--and heart--behind this tour, has deep ties in North Carolina, but that only partially explains our many stops there. The other reason is how literary the state is. At Pomegranate Books in beautiful, coastal Wilmington, I met local author Lee Mims, with whom I'd previously done an event. Lee and I are now a few months into our infancy as published authors, and I wondered if our talk would be different from the first one we did. More seasoned, or jaded. But as one North Carolina writer after another walked into the store--Emily Colin, Shelia Boneham--Lee and I were just as giddy as the day our books appeared.
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The marquee at Vero Beach Book Center, or, How To Feel Like a Superstar as an Author. |
Why, through the ages, have so many writers wrestled with the pen? It must have more to do with the human need to share a story than any expectation of glory, for the path to publication is fraught with peril. But some events on this tour do yield star power, and Vero Beach Book Center, Vero Beach, Fla., was one: from the movie marquee sign out front to the store bestseller list, from an array of books up front to booksellers like Melissa Wade and Cynthia Callander who are geniuses of events and handselling. And not coincidentally, this bookstore draws customers in waves bigger than the ones on the beach for which it is named.
But we were talking about authors and the stories we find on the road. South Carolina is Pat Conroy country, Florida belongs to Hemingway, and in Georgia ghost stories abound.
The low country greeted us with a crab boil and bushels of oysters. We ate and smacked and sucked our fingers. Food was also an element at my event on tiny, coastal Pawleys Island. The Moveable Feast is a legendary series put on by Litchfield Books, a bookstore that's managed to turn a weekly event into a community mainstay. When I phoned to make my hotel reservation, a delightful voice drawled, "Oh, now, then are you the author?" You'll forgive me--I've mentioned that my publication road was very, very, very long--if I say that I heard these words in capitals. The Author.
I couldn't believe that my event at The Sea View Inn, where the luncheon and book signing were held, was sold out. The room filled with friendly faces, open smiles and the scent of fried chicken. I was overwhelmed--and had to step outside for a moment. I went down to the edge of the sea, and I admit that I cried. Pat Conroy had brought this country to life for me, albeit a coarser, meaner version of it. But his words were the brine that cured my image of South Carolina once upon a time. And now I was adding my own.
Charleston has been named the top tourist destination in the world--even over Paris. And when you're in this charming city, you can see why. Blue Bicycle Books hosted local author Leah Rhyne, author Tina Whittle and me at a sit & sign that proved if you put three writers into a room, they can talk forever.
There is a white sheen over my memories of high school, and it was put there by Hemingway. I confess to never becoming a fan. But your feeling about a particular author's work changes when you see the land of which he wrote. In April, we were not exposed to the sun's brutal broil, but there was a heat to each of the bookstores we visited.
At Murder on the Beach, mystery authors Mary Stanton and Joanna Campbell Slan joined me for a riveting discussion about the art and craft of penning tales. But it was mystery bookseller Joanne Sinchuk who brought out the Florida glam, turning a late night into a party with sangria, tapas and talk.
There is time-gone-by quality to Deland, Fla., and the Muse Bookshop, whose titles you see through an iridescent shimmer of sunshine. I felt as if I had walked into a Jo-Ann Mapson novel when I got there. Not Mapson's precise settings, of course, but her books brilliantly depict the kind of spider-webbing that binds certain communities. Many townspeople turned out for my event, and when one was late, bookseller Janet Bollum called her at home to remind her. No fewer than half the attendees friended me on Facebook later that week.
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The hallowed halls of Mitchell Kaplan's Books & Books. |
Inkwood Books in Tampa recently changed hands, and is now owned by the enthusiastic and determined Stefani Beddingfield. The night I spent there, alongside mystery author Tom Gill, featured a conversation with a longtime newspaperman named Steve Otto. As we discussed old and new media, the reporter-sleuth novels of Bryan Gruley, Brad Parks and Todd Ritter came to life for me in a new way. Steve spoke about how his paper had been whittled down to a skeleton crew--but how in the hands of new owners, it may just be coming back.
Books & Books owner Mitchell Kaplan is as gallant and noble as one of Harper Lee's Southern gentlemen. Kaplan is famous for helping to restore what he calls the "fragile literary ecology," much as Rachel Carson turned the tide against environmental pollution. He was instrumental in establishing the world famous Miami Book Fair, and has seven branches of Books & Books, including one in the Cayman Islands. Bookseller Steve Moss played fabulous host when my event turned into a mini writers retreat: two hours of concentrated ramble about the writing life for the published and emerging writers who attended. Only Hemingway was missing, but in the hallowed halls of Books & Books... you felt him.
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As Shel Silverstein says, If you are a dreamer, come in... to The Book Lady. |
In Georgia, Spanish moss hangs like shrouds from the trees, and the entire landscape appears haunted. Mystery author Tina Whittle again appeared with me at The Book Lady, in which proprietress Joni Saxon-Giusti manages to make the old seem not just new, but ahead of its time. This bookstore has bowed floorboards and an intricate mesh of rooms. Each display is a tapestry, calling to mind studies that show what we miss when we search digitally, as opposed to stumbling upon finds. You don't know what you'll get when you descend into the Book Lady. And after spending a little time there, you'll realize that this is the whole point.
Gone with the Wind is a war anthem and an elegy, and the scene when Atlanta burns is likewise burned into generations of readers' minds. But the city is peaceful and thriving now, and at FoxTale Book Shoppe, I found further evidence of literary life on the road.
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Jamie Mason with her debut novel not quite at rest. |
Booksellers Ellen Ward, Gary Parkes and Carol Reynolds turned the store into a Halloween-esque amusement park for the event I did with debut novelist Jamie Mason. There was a real coffin on the floor, in which attendees could (and did) lie down for the freakiest holiday card photo ever. There are hasty burials in both my novel and Mason's Three Graves Full, hence the macabre theme.
There's also a dog in my book, a black lab named Weekend, and of course, a lot of snow. The booksellers at FoxTale had arranged a stuffed black lab beside a bluish-white field of cotton. And as I stood there and hugged the dog, I thought about the many books that seeing America has now brought to life--and how the booksellers at FoxTale did so with my own.