Books I Keep Giving Away

I was a reader before I was a writer.  Apparently I was an imaginative child…but, now that I think of it, most children I’ve been around have had great little imaginations, if one is willing to pay attention to them and engage those tiny adventurers where they are at.  But, I digress.


My reading has diminished of late.  Part of it is the press of life, in all its expression of work and family require attention, much of which is expressed simply in time.  It is not fair to my wife or kids or the critters to not have some positive interaction with me.  I mean, of those three, only my wife has volunteered to be around me.  Too, I am diminished by not spending a part of my day reminding myself who these people and pets are that I love, and why I love them.


The other impact to my own pleasure reading is, of course, the novel.  I can’t help but feel guilty if I’m enjoyably browsing, instead of cracking open any of the many bits of research I have piled on my desk, from diaries to academic treatises heavy enough to be used for ballast.


That being said, today I was musing on the works I keep giving away.  For a while, there were three titles that I was forever pressing on innocent acquaintances, telling them, “This is a great book!”


Oddly, for a fiction writer, only one of the three was fiction, while the others were non-fiction.


Watership Down is simply one of the finest novels I have ever read.  During my arrogant teen period (which lasted nearly twenty years), I resisted Richard Adams’ splendid act of creation, scoffing that a story about rabbits was asinine.  The ass was me, by the way.  I’ve re-read the book nearly once a year ever since (one of the very, very few works of fiction I revisit), and the tale of common rabbits and their brilliantly imagined lives and mythology never fails to bring tears to my eyes.  I think I like best how the characters display what I call “ordinary heroism,” simply by finding within themselves the courage to do what needs to be done, not for their own glory, but for the sake of their friends and their homes.  Real heroes move among us quietly, even now in this clammy age where we know Paris Hilton’s ever gynecological detail.


Shadow Divers and Ship of Gold in the Deep Blue Sea are both non-fiction stories of discovery in the ocean.  Divers recounts the accidental discovery of a lost German U-boat off the coast of New Jersey, while Ship tells two parallel tales:  the sinking of a paddlewheel ship in a hurricane near South Carolina about a decade before the Civil War, and the inventor who rediscovered the wreck and was able to salvage immense amounts of gold bullion and historical artifacts from the site.


Those bare blurbs don’t really do justice to either book, trust me.  The two men who found the submarine were weekend cowboy divers who regularly went to the edge of their physical ability with scuba gear, akin to extreme sports enthusiasts, more interested in bragging rights about their feats than anything else.  As time passed, the divers began to see the wreck as something more important than their own egos.  They end up expending time, energy, and their own money trying not only to identify the wreck for its historical significance, but even traveling to Germany to bring word to relatives about the fate and final resting place of their loved ones.

Ship of Gold tells a more complex story by giving us not only the discovery of the wreck, but a gripping, emotional retelling of how that wreck got there.  The recounting of the loss of the paddle wheeler, the heroic efforts of the passengers to save her, and experiences of the survivors adrift in the ocean and their near miraculous recovery is worthy of a book by itself.  At the same time, there is the contemporary tale of a boy inventor, Tommy Thompson, who just liked to make things, and how he drifted into treasure hunting mostly for the sheer challenge of it.  Prior to Thompson’s efforts, many treasure salvage operations essentially vacuumed up the sea floor, destroying the historical artifacts in pursuit of whatever gold or jewels could be recovered.  Thompson build amazing remote-controlled devices that operated at depths never before possible to reach, with such advanced capabilities they could accurately record the site and recover treasure without destroying or materially affecting the wreck, leaving it essentially intact for further scientific and historical research.


What I like about both books is that they were the stories of people found there was more to their lives than simply what their experiences could do for their own self-aggrandizement.  It was brutal, hard, dangerous work (three people died during the course of mapping and surveying the submarine site), but it became about more than them.  One could argue that Thompson was well rewarded by his treasure salvage of the wrecked paddle wheeler, but I feel the exacting care he took to preserve the wreck suggests he was as interested in the historical value as he was the monetary.


What books do you keep giving away?

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New tweener/teens novel from my wife

My lovely wife, Alisa, has just published a tweener/teens novel on Kindle called “Gonalls.” It was based on a story she told her children when they were younger.  She honed the tale by reading it to her 4th grade students when she taught at an inner city school.  They were enthralled, and I think your younger readers will be, also.


While exploring the woods with a friend, 12 year old Ian Roach finds a furry football-sized animal hiding in some underbrush. Neither he, nor his best friend Troy can figure out what type of animal it is – but it’s certainly helpless and seems nice enough. Ian has always wanted a pet, so he brings it home and convinces his mom to let him keep it.

He names his little creature Max, and soon everyone in his small Colorado town gets to meet this unusual and perky animal. It looks like a cross between a rabbit, a dog, and…something else that Ian can’t quite put his finger upon. Max is an easy keeper – he eats weeds and vegetables, and he makes a chirping noise that sounds like he’s saying, “Gonall.”

Max is extremely loyal to his new family. If anyone tries to threaten Ian or his mom, Max puffs up and…roars. Ian had always wanted a dog to protect him from two bullies that tease him mercilessly. Now it appears that Max is willing to be that protector.

Max turns out to be far more than just a sweet, cuddly little animal – and Ian and the people of Quarry, Colorado will have their lives changed in ways they couldn’t imagine.

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Sister Florence Spalding

A number of people have asked me about the image of the woman on the cover for By The Hands of Men.

When I was brainstorming the cover, my friend Kathleen Potter was the one who designed a layout featuring cameo type photos of a man and woman over and above the war imagery below.

As the time came to start working on the cover more intently, I did a Google Image search for women from that time period.  On the second or third search page, I ran across the photo.

I knew nothing about the subject of the photo, but something about the young woman was incredibly striking.  One fellow-writer had a more specific reaction: “Her eyes burned right through me!”

Burning or not, I fell in love with the photo.  I followed it through the web to its home page on the Manly (Australia) Library Local Studies Blog, and they kindly gave me permission to use her image on the cover.

The photograph is of a young woman named Florence Spalding.  She was, in fact, a nurse during World War One.  Among her tours of duty was a hospital ship during the Gallipoli Landings, which film and history buffs both know was a terrible slaughter of the Allied forces.  Sister Spaulding was a remarkable woman, and I encourage you to read more about her at the link above.

I found the synchronicity of locating a photo of an actual nurse a little…eerie is not the right word.  In fact, it was almost a little comforting.  It was one more small event of many that have transpired over the writing of the novel.  Mostly, I’d see those little “coincidences” when it came to research.  I’d happen to be at a used book sale, and there, as if waiting for me among the faded Stephen King and Nora Roberts paperbacks, would be an old hardback that just happened to be about one of the themes or events of the upcoming volumes in By The Hands of Men.  Like as not, the book I’d discovered would also have been written during that time period and from a first-person witness, the kind of voice that lends authenticity to a story.

An old saying goes, “Coincidences are God’s way of remaining anonymous.”  I once wrote a story in which a character suggested that God doesn’t give us the big miracles anymore, ever since the manna showed up in the desert, and all we did was grumble that it didn’t come with crème brule.

Miracles are all around us, really, if we only have eyes to see.  Airliners (these huge collections of metal pieces the size of large buildings) that take off and land with great regularity.  The computer I’m writing this is on is such a commonplace miracle of technology that it is invisible to us.  Then there is the casual, off-hand statement a friend that happens to contain a tiny nugget of information that, in turn, will be very helpful to one of my kids.  Or the red-tailed hawk that soars just twenty feet above me when I’m on my mountain bike, giving me a terrific view of its beauty and power.  Small gifts of grace appear in our lives, all the time, every day.

I know that it gives me a quiet kind of peace to see them at work in my own life and the life of those I love.  Looking for them refreshes me, and reminds me Who is in charge.

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Training continues

Quick 27 mile bike ride this morning, with three climbs in between, and sprints on any uphill parts of the return ride.  What, you didn’t know that writing is an endurance event?

Shower taken.  Felix snoring in the next room, coffee made.  Back to Book One.

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Book Two progress

Felix in a fairly common position, guarding my research materials.

Felix in a fairly common position, guarding my research materials.

Wrote five pages on Section Three of Book Two yesterday, in addition to finishing the afterword for Book One and doing some work on the website.  No wonder I was beat by the end of the day.


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Just finished the afterword

Now I can start formatting the book for the Kindle. Given good weather and no power outages, I should have it up on by Labor Day.

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The Author and Faithful Assistants

The Author and Faithful Assistants

I’m working hard to get the site up and running, as you can see from the attached photo of me and the volunteer help.  In background, on my messy desk, you can see some of the research materials I’ve gathered for Book Two of the series.

Please browse the pages while you’re here.  I should have a lot more information posted soon.

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