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Read my author interview on BookGoodies here:
Last weekend, I went to the Grand Opening of a little bookstore here in Southern California. After the ceremonial ribbon cutting, we all filed inside and were met with creative shelving and displays bearing indie author-only publications. My own book was there, tempting potential readers with a face-out display on one shelf and a spine view on another. Several other indie authors were on hand for the opening as were readers who benefitted from the ability to actually see, pick up and look through an independently published title.
I come from the era of book and record stores. The joy of discovery I would get by being able to browse shelves and racks for as long as I wanted, picking up books and records, reading their stories or taking in the artwork is something that many of us recall with great fondness. I worked at Tower Records for 14 years and saw many changes in the industry, culminating with the eventual demise of the brick and mortar stores altogether.
Record stores have definitely begun to make a comeback and there are many very good shops now where one can experience the excitement of finding a treasure that you never knew existed or picking up a long-lost favorite. I am hopeful that bookstores will have the same renaissance soon.
Pipe & Thimble Bookstore is at the cutting edge of this trend that I hope will spread across the country. Brave co-owners Barb and Ellie Lieberman, mother and daughter authors themselves, understand the challenges indie authors face with marketing and reaching potential readers. Supporting businesses like theirs will encourage others to strike out on their own and hopefully we will see more local businesses be open to independent authors and artists of all kinds.
In tandem with this, I am calling for all indie authors to embrace our unique situation and world with a new twitter, Facebook, Google, Pinterest, etc. call to arms-a new hashtag: #readrecommendreview. I call this the Three R’s and if we all attach this to our posts in some form or another, perhaps we can turn the tide a bit in our favor. Pipe & Thimble Bookstore is onto this as well by providing book buyers with a complimentary lollypop with an accompanying request to review the book that they have just purchased. While many people download our books and some even read them, few people take the time to post a review and they might not realize how much it means to us authors to have them do so.
So let’s get to work, comrades! Let’s start using the Three R’s in all of our social media and correspondence. Let’s start a new movement in the indie author world!
Spread the word about Pipe & Thimble if you feel so inclined and if you’re in Southern California, be sure and stop by (Pipe & Thimble Bookstore, 24830 Narbonne Avenue, Lomita, California 90717).
In mid-September, President Reagan actually mentions AIDS in a public speech where he vows to make the epidemic a priority. There is great hope in the gay community, as the issue has finally gone all the way to the “top”. Anticipation of change and financial aid is higher than ever.
Asher and James decide to put together a celebration of hope, something to direct people’s attention toward positivity and away from the death and fear that have been constant shadows in the city for far too long now. After all, there are things to celebrate despite all of the hopelessness and sorrow. The community has grown stronger than ever and due to safe sex education; transmission of the disease has decreased.
With a generous donation from Louise and Avery, the boys rent a large hotel lobby for the event and begin getting the word out via the community’s many channels. Some of their activist friends suggest making it a fundraiser, but Asher is adamant-he wants this to be simply a celebration, a fun evening of music, dancing, food, drink and camaraderie.
Plenty of people step up to donate their talents and time to help get the event off the ground. Despite all of the excitement, James’ priority is still making sure that the patients are getting what they need, including meals, help shopping, cooking, dog walking and transportation to doctor appointments. Toby is a great help with these things as he always has been and this leaves Asher free to promote the event as widely as he can.
The day before, a huge group of volunteers arrives at the hotel to decorate, blow up balloons and prepare any food that can be made ahead of time. Asher stops in to check on the progress and is overwhelmed with the number of people helping out. He immediately finds James to hear the details.
“Hi, honey,” James says, kissing him. “Isn’t this amazing?”
“Yes. Who are all of these people and where did you find them?”
James spreads his arms out. “Everywhere. More and more of them just kept showing up asking what they could do.”
Asher looks over the group. Most of them are friends, but there are some that he definitely doesn’t recognize. His face grows worried.
“What?” James asks.
“How many people are going to show up tomorrow? What if there isn’t enough food…”
“Don’t worry about it! Everything will be fine!”
Philly, who has grown light-headed from blowing up so many balloons, takes a seat nearby.
“What’s he worried about now?” he asks James.
“Too many people showing up.”
“That’s not a problem, honey! That’s a good thing!”
“See?” James says. “Now go on home. I’ll be there soon!”
Asher does as he is told. He has slowly been getting back to his studying and has plenty of reading to catch up on.
The following evening, everything runs like clockwork. The lobby is filled to capacity with mostly gay men, but their “sisters in arms”-the lesbians-have been showing support for them in growing numbers and many are here tonight.
A DJ is spinning records and music fills the air as volunteer waiters pass around trays of hors d’oeuvres. Maura, Dan and Toby, along with Louise and Avery are sitting down at a table together. Not being involved in the community and seeing so many men visibly suffering from the disease is sobering for Avery. There are many men here tonight who are rail thin and pale, the sores of Kaposi’s sarcoma mark their faces and bodies. He is still not comfortable being around them, not only because they are gay, but because he is afraid of AIDS. Dan, too, is unaccustomed to being around so many gay men, but he instantly admires their fun and happy enthusiasm while feeling incredibly sad for the sick ones.
“Hey, girl,” Philly says to Louise, dancing over to their table. He kisses her cheek. “You look beautiful! All of you do-even you Avery!”
Avery laughs and Louise takes his hand.
“Maybe you’ll dance with me later,” Philly teases him. “You might even like it!”
They watch as he dances away and joins the others who are moving to the sounds of the Bronski Beat’s seminal hit “Smalltown Boy”.
James is circulating the room, making sure everyone has food and a drink while Asher sits biting his thumbnail and worrying.
“Would you stop it?” James scolds him. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?”
“Dance with me. Come on!”
In the hotel kitchen, vats of spaghetti and meatballs are bubbling, garlic bread is toasting in the oven, salads are being dressed and cupcakes frosted. The all-volunteer cooks are having a blast dancing to their own boom box as they begin dishing up the food. Plates begin making their way out to the tables and Asher watches nervously. He doesn’t know why he is so concerned except that he wants this night to be perfect without any hitches or disappointments. He goes up to the DJ and asks him to stop the music, much to everyone’s dismay.
“Sorry,” Asher says into the microphone. “I won’t take long.”
James rushes to his side.
“First of all, let me say welcome! We have all been fighting so hard-first for our rights and now our very survival. So many of us are not here tonight, dead from a disease that no one wants to hear about. Why should they care about a disease that kills gay men?”
James puts his arm around Asher’s shoulders.
“But we pushed and will keep on pushing until there is a cure! We will fight to end discrimination against those with ARC, fight for new definitions and diagnoses so that treatment can be available to everyone that needs it. We will fight for funding for aggressive studies and new treatments. For answers! We will fight LaRouche and Jerry Falwell and everyone else that wants to tell us that we do not have a right to live.”
The crowd is cheering; James is getting misty-eyed.
“But tonight we stop fighting, just for one night. Tonight we enjoy ourselves, forget about sickness and death, panic, uncertainty and hate. I remember when Harvey was assassinated. I remember the pain, the anger, the candlelight march down to City Hall. Many of you were there, just as I was. Harvey fought for us and I know that he would have been very proud of you all. I look around this room and I see a group of people that refuse to give up, refuse to step back into the closet, just as he asked us not to. James and I have been so lucky to be a part of this community. So lucky to be with all of you here tonight. We love you all and thank you for your support!”
Asher waits for the applause and yelling to die down before ending his speech.
“One last thing: I want to acknowledge and thank Louise and Avery Booth for putting up the money to rent this place for the evening; Maura and Louise for the selfless support and kindness that they have shown our community from the very beginning and Toby, Maura’s son, who has sacrificed so much of his teenage years to help us get food to you, visit patients and help in any way he can. He’s going to make one hell of nurse!”
Asher begins clapping heartily and James, along with everyone else, joins him. As Asher steps away from the mike, James takes it.
“Everyone, please enjoy yourselves! Food is coming out of the kitchen thanks to our awesome volunteers. Please take a few minutes to eat and relax. And don’t forget to pick up the pamphlets and other info that we have by the door. There’s also free condoms, so please be safe! I know that safe sex seems like a step backwards, but it’s how we’re gonna save each other now. Thanks for coming out everyone and enjoy!” He then turns to Asher. “Come on, sweetie! Let’s eat!”
Finally, Asher begins to relax and enjoy himself. The sight of everyone dancing and laughing, hugging and kissing one another, especially the sick ones, is everything that he wanted this evening to be.
“This is really good,” James says, twirling spaghetti onto his fork.
Asher smiles. It is strange. James has been the one so distressed with genuine concern and worry over the community, but as soon as Asher expresses worry, James always changes his demeanor and becomes carefree. He probably doesn’t even know that he does it, but Asher is grateful. He takes James’ free hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing it.
“Thanks,” he says.
“For being you. For loving me.”
“Aww! How could I not?” James leans over and kisses Asher on the lips. “I do love you!”
“I love you, too.”
At close to midnight, Louise, Avery, Maura and Dan leave. Toby wants to stay behind to help clean up, so once again, Maura leaves him in the care of Asher and James.
“Everything turned out perfectly,” Toby tells them.
“It did, didn’t it?” Asher marvels.
Toby watches the thinning crowd on the dance floor. He doesn’t know why he likes being around these men so much. He knows that his mother wonders if he is gay and the truth is that he doesn’t know. He does think some of them are attractive. They’re certainly nice and fun and most have a great sense of humor and style. He cannot deny that he has fantasized about being with one or two of them, but he has also done the same about some of the girls that he knows at school.
At the end of the evening, many people stay to clean up and secure the leftover food which they will take out tomorrow to the patients that couldn’t make it to the party. Asher pulls his car up front and the food is loaded in. James and Toby say goodbye to everyone and jump in as well, waving to a group of men standing outside.
“That was so fun!” James says. “It was great to see everyone, especially the sick ones like Joey, Luke, Brian, Bobby…” His voice trails off and he sighs, knowing that none of them have long to live. “We gave them a good night.”
“Yes, we did.”
They drop Toby off at home. Their apartment is quiet; even Freud gives them a silent meow as they enter. The answering machine is flashing. James walks past it and gets a drink of water and then he and Asher go straight to bed. They lie in each other’s arms knowing that in the morning, everything will start all over again, but for the next few hours there is peace.
Chapter One: 1979
July 4th. The last one of the decade. Edie Clark is busy with food and children. Her husband, John, is out in the garage with some of his brothers from the motorcycle club, the Souls of Liberty. Stories and bottles of liquor, spare motorcycle parts, sweat, laughter.
It has been nearly two years since John’s brother, Pete, was murdered while working the late shift at a local gas station. Two years without convictions or sentences. Every day John calls the prosecutor. Every day he is told to be patient; that they will get what they deserve. It is all John can do not to attempt to take justice into his own hands.
Sandy Porter, the woman Pete Clark left behind to raise their now nearly ten-year old son, is sitting on a swing in her backyard. She is drunk. She holds a cigarette, nearly burnt down to the filter and stares off into oblivion.
“Come on, Mom,” Jimmy says, taking the cigarette from her fingers. “Aren’t we gonna go to Uncle John’s?”
Sandy sighs. There are so many reasons why she doesn’t want to go there this year. Two of them are men. Men that used and then discarded her and they will be there, staring at her, telling stories about her.
For seven months, she had an intense affair with Lucas Blackhorse. He and Julie Hartford, his girlfriend and Sandy’s best friend, had moved in after Pete’s death initially to help with the mortgage and taking care of Jimmy. After six months of living under the same roof, Sandy took more than just monetary help from Lucas. She was so vulnerable and he was perceptive, selfish. One cold night, an extra glass of wine, a sympathetic touch.
Two months passed before Julie realized what was going on. Rage fueled by bitterness and betrayal lead to Julie moving back to her old apartment in Pacific Grove and taking her six-year old daughter, Pandora, with her. She and Sandy’s relationship has never been the same. In the aftermath, Lucas and Sandy’s relationship began breaking down. Five months later, Lucas left.
December 1978. Enter Kevin Miller, the one-eyed biker. He and Sandy hoped to weather the holidays in a drunken, lustful haze. For two months, they staved off depression and a real fear of being so lonely over Christmas that they simply wouldn’t make it alone. They shared some good times, but it was clear early on that Sandy would never be able to fit into the biker lifestyle. Too headstrong, opinionated, stubborn. Besides, Kevin’s devotion to his club and motorcycle left her alone much of the time, so the relationship really did nothing to put her fears to rest.
The worst was yet to come for Sandy. In January, Lucas contacted Julie. He wanted her back. She refused and he left the next day for Wisconsin, intending to spend the summer-maybe longer-with his mother and relatives back on the old reservation. By March, Kevin had gone and Sandy was alone again. Julie called Lucas; he could return if he married her. In April, there was an informal ceremony in San Francisco.
This is why Sandy does not want to go to the Clarks’ 4th of July party.
Sandy is shaken from her thoughts. She follows her son back into the house. He pulls a tub of store-bought macaroni salad from the fridge, setting it on the kitchen table next to a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. Sandy packs it all into a paper grocery bag.
“Okay, honey,” she says. “Go and get a jacket. It’ll be cold later.”
Mike Blackhorse packs his family into the Jeep that he bought his wife, Sarah. With the two children growing, he thought it better than the Volkswagen Bug that Sarah had been driving them around in. Free, now almost nine, and his six-year old sister, Eve, climb in the back. Eve holds a Tupperware container filled with cut-up vegetables; Free balances a bowl of dip on his lap. Sarah has a cake up front. Mike starts the car and they are off.
In February of 1978, Mike purchased the vacant lot next to his auto repair shop and hired two more mechanics, Greg and Paul. Mike’s old mentor, Ernie Mueller, came down from San Francisco and literally wept at the site of Mike’s shop and his success. It was one of Mike’s proudest moments. The two men had a picture taken in front of the shop that was now hanging in the office.
At the Clarks’, more club brothers have arrived. The driveway is crowded with choppers; chrome glistens in the sun, burning oil fills the air. Morgan Stewart is in his sixth year as President; John is still the Sergeant at Arms. VP Big Al Riley had begun to have heart issues, so Salem Lund was elected Vice President. His co-ownership of Full Throttle Customs and the Swizzle Stick with Morgan and his general intelligence made him the natural choice. His old position of Road Captain went to Justis Jones. Dewey Leightner is still Treasurer but Melvin Robideaux is now Secretary as Clayton “Spider” Carvell had been imprisoned for possession of an illegal firearm and a small amount of methamphetamine. In his absence, the club looks after his wife, Sam, and two very young children, two- year old Travis and one- year old Casey.
Alex Lund, Salem’s twin brother, is now an unlikely part of this scene. Since starting his own legal practice and moving to Carmel, the twins had resumed their close relationship, spending a lot of time together. Alex has also become the club’s go-to attorney, except for any cases that involve his brother. Those he gives to his newly acquired partner, Frank Abbott.
Now Salem arrives, Sadie in tow. She is carrying their eleven- month old daughter, Rowan. After discovering that she was pregnant, Sadie and Salem had married. To please his parents, there had been a wedding at the Swedish American Hall in San Francisco, much to the amusement of his club brothers. Clearly, the ties that he had to his parents were still strong, despite all the grief that he continued to inflict upon them. A more fitting party was held the following weekend at the Souls’ clubhouse before the newlyweds took off for a honeymoon in Sweden, where Salem’s younger sister had returned after her own marriage.
Sandy and Jimmy come through the back gate. Edie gently lowers her three and a half- year old daughter, Jessica, down to the grass and goes over to help with Sandy’s bag.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she says, embracing Sandy. “How are you?”
“Great,” Sandy replies, but flashes a look to Edie that means she is anything but.
“Is Pandora gonna be here?” Jimmy asks.
“I think so, but why don’t you go and play with your cousins for now?” Edie steers the boy in the direction of her two sons, Warren, six, and Shane, five.
Sandy follows Edie over to one of the picnic tables. “I assume that means Lucas and Julie are coming?”
“They’re invited,” Edie says, uncovering the macaroni salad.
Sandy sighs. “Well, I guess I can’t avoid them forever. I’d like to, though!”
Free and Eve Blackhorse come over and set the vegetables and dip down on the table.
“Where’s Jimmy?” Free asks.
Edie points him to the front yard. He goes off running with Eve trailing behind him. They nearly trip their parents on their way back out the gate.
“Stay around here!” Mike shouts.
Sarah sets her cake down with the other desserts while Mike goes off to grab a beer from one of the many coolers.
“Happy 4th!” Sarah says.
Sandy nods. “Yep! I’m gonna go put this wine in the fridge.”
“How’s she doin’?” Sarah asks Edie.
“Not great, but she’ll be fine. She’s got to get back on her feet. I think it’s a good sign that she came!”
“Yeah, it ain’t gonna be easy seein’ Lucas and Julie,” Sarah admits. “I could just kill him for doin’ what he did.”
Morgan Stewart spots Mike at the cooler and walks over. He opens the lid and pulls out an icy bottle.
“How are ya, Blackhorse?”
Morgan pops the top off his beer with a pocketknife and drinks down half the contents. “That’s good shit! Gotta keep Ol’ Smiley grinnin’!”
He turns to watch Kim Daniels walk over to Sarah and Edie. True to his word, he still hasn’t married her. His two sons have joined him this 4th of July. Lane is now twelve and has grown sullener with each passing year. Invariably, it is Morgan’s fault that the boy is the way he is. The four hundred miles between he and Valerie is no barrier for blame. Being raised in San Francisco by his mother, Victoria, seven-year-old Max seems to be faring better.
“Oh, God!” Edie says as Kevin Miller enters the backyard. “Here comes trouble.”
Sandy is still inside. Kevin strides over to Morgan and Mike, claps his president on the back and then grabs a beer. He is unconcerned about seeing Sandy and does not understand the awkwardness it will bring her. Hell, he was never looking to settle down and if that’s what she thought, it was her fault, not his. Still, when he sees her come out of the kitchen and stop short, his face flushes. Gathering herself, she walks past him and back toward Sarah and Edie.
“Hey, girl,” Kevin says and grabs her arm.
Sandy stares him down, her body tense.
“Calm down,” he says, and then loosens his grip. “We had some good times, didn’t we?”
Sandy laughs. “Yeah,” she says and walks off.
Morgan shakes his head. “Let it go, brother.”
“What? I don’t want any bad feelings and weepy chicks ruining my day, that’s all.” Kevin downs his beer. “Besides, it ain’t your business.”
“I know,” Morgan says, and walks off to find another distraction.
Kevin reaches into the cooler for another beer. “You know that broad pretty well,” he says to Mike.
“Well, you know what I’m talking about, right?”
“Not sure.” Mike does not want to get involved in this. At all.
“Fuck it!” Kevin says, and then he, too, walks off.
It is dusk by the time Lucas and Julie show up and she marches straight over to Sandy.
“Look, we need to talk,” she says.
Sandy finishes off her glass of wine. “Alright. Let’s go inside.” She refills her glass and offers one to Julie. They sit down at the kitchen table.
“It’s been three months since Lucas and I got married,” Julie starts. “Please, can’t we put the shit behind us?”
Sandy runs her finger around the base of her glass. “He hurt me, Julie.”
“He hurt me, too! So did you, but I can’t go on like this. We’ve been friends for too long to let a man get between us.”
“So you’ve forgiven me?”
“What about him? Have you forgiven him?”
“I don’t know. No, I guess not fully. Not yet.” Julie sighs. “The truth is I guess if it really came down to it, I’d rather have you than him.”
Sandy smiles. “That’s funny.”
“That’s how I feel, too. I just don’t know if I’m ready to see him again.”
“You don’t have to. Besides, I don’t think he wants to see you, either. He knows he’s an asshole!”
Julie gets up from her chair and goes around to Sandy, hugging her from behind. “I love you! I’ve missed having you in my life!”
Sandy can feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks. “Me too,” she sputters.
Mike has found his way to the garage. Under a huge Souls of Liberty flag, a game of darts is going on in one corner, a game of pool in another and lots of drinking and laughing in between.
“Hey, Mikey!” John says. His eyes are red slits and he sways slightly on his stool.
It always amazes Mike how much alcohol these guys could put away, but then he remembers when he had just returned from Vietnam and how much he was drinking himself. These guys were doing it in happiness for the most part; he had been doing it in despair.
“Come on in,” Morgan says, raising a beer bottle. Pretty wasted himself, he throws an arm around Mike’s shoulders. “How’s your bike runnin’ these days?”
“Pretty good. I keep it up even though I don’t ride it too much, ya know!”
“Hey!” Morgan says conspiratorially. He points his beer bottle in Mike’s face. “You know what? We both have a brother who spent time with Sandy…and didn’t survive! Is she a man eater or what?”
Mike smiles, but is not sure where this is going. These guys were so unpredictable when they were drunk.
“Yah, I guess we do,” he says.
Morgan nods. “You know what else?” He leads Mike down the driveway, his arm still around his shoulders. “You ever think about joining a club? Our club? We could use a guy like you. You keep your bike running, you’re responsible, you were in Nam. I bet you can fight. You get along with all of us…”
Mike is taken aback. He has thought about it, but only in fantasy terms. Only when he sees them ride through town in a pack, wishing he were going wherever they were off to. To be a member of the Souls of Liberty would take so much of his time. Time that he simply didn’t have.
“Morgan, I appreciate it. Really! I’m…honored that you would ask me, but I just don’t think I could find the time.”
Morgan nods. “Yeah, well, you think about it, okay?“ He lets his arm slip from Mike’s shoulders. “It’s a good club. I think you could use us.”
“I know what you mean,” Mike says. “I do.”
“I know you do. Think about it, alright?”
Mike remembers the morning when he confessed his absolute worst secrets from Vietnam to Morgan. Aside from Pete, who took the knowledge to his grave, he was the only other human being in Mike’s world who knew what he had done. He knows exactly what Morgan means. And they both know that Mike will decline the offer.
San Clemente is a sleepy, Southern California beach town. Haven Hartford has made it his home. He and his girlfriend, Seta Kapoor, had tied the knot after being together for two years and now have a five-month old daughter, Drisana. After spending the better part of his time working on new paintings, Haven had an extremely successful run of shows at galleries in Laguna Beach where he sold all of his work. As the money came in, he began to think more and more about opening up his own art store and studio in San Clemente, a town where he had become very comfortable.
In October of 1978, The Art Haven opened downtown and the Hartfords moved to a two-bedroom apartment near the San Clemente Pier. Haven began offering art classes on Thursday evenings and was so over-booked that he had to place tables out on the sidewalk. Life has finally fallen into place for him.
When Pandora, his daughter with Julie, comes down for the summers, he takes her surfing with him. The little girl amazed her father and friends with her innate skill. With determination, fierce brown eyes fixed on the waves, Pandora seemed older than her mere four years. Haven had no doubts that this girl was something very special. Despite his excitement and pride, he couldn’t shake another feeling that seemed almost like fear. Seta, too, saw something unexplainable in the child, a maturity that seemed overbearing in a sense.
In San Francisco, Maura Weston is managing the bookstore, Moonstone Books. She and her son, Toby, now twelve, live in a small house near Golden Gate Park. Louise Powell still owns and oversees the operations of the bookstore, but has given up many of the daily duties to Maura, concentrating on her tarot card readings instead.
The apartment above the store has been sitting vacant for some time now, and Maura is on her way to meet a new prospective tenant. As she walks toward the store, she can just make out a man standing near the stairs that led up to the one-bedroom apartment.
“Hello!” Maura says, extending a hand. “I’m a little out of breath!”
“Hi,” the man extends his hand. “I’m Asher Levin.”
Maura takes his hand. “Maura Weston. Come on up.”
The man follows her up the stairs and then waits on the landing while she opens the door.
“It may be a bit musty,” Maura says. “I’m afraid I haven’t been very diligent about opening the windows up here.”
Asher Levin laughs, closes the door behind them. “It’s a one bedroom?”
“Yes. It’s great for one person…or a couple. Would it just be you or…?”
“Yes, just me. Oh! And my pet cat, if that’s alright.”
“Yes, that’s fine.” Maura pulls the curtains back in the kitchen and opens the window. “What do you do for a living, Mr. Levin, if I may ask?”
“Of course! I’m a teacher over at City College on Phelan, but I’m also studying to get my PhD in Psychology. I’d like to teach at one of the universities.”
“Well! Impressive! That’s wonderful! What do you currently teach?”
“General Psychology. It’s interesting, but not really enough for me.”
Asher peeks into the bedroom. “May I?” he asks, and then proceeds into the small room.
“Of course!” Maura says. “There’s an attached bathroom back there as well!”
“I like it,” he says, returning. “What do we do about that?”
“Great! I just have some paperwork here…”
Maura watches as he fills out the application. His writing is neat, small. His hair is black and curly; he has a well-kempt beard and moustache. He wears round glasses. He somewhat reminds her of Cat Stevens.
As they head out of the apartment, Maura explains the hours and operations of the bookstore below. Asher listens politely before heading back to his car, a well-worn red Karman Ghia.
“See you next week, then!” Maura calls. “Oh! What’s your cat’s name?”
“Freud! What else?”
Louise Powell has been engaged to photographer Avery Booth for one month now. Micheaux, Louise’s nine-year old son, has taken a deep liking to Avery, which has made things easier on everyone, especially Louise. Knowing how much the boy had loved his father, Cain, she feared that he would never allow another man to be as a father to him. However, Mikey was only five when Cain was shot and killed on duty while working for the Oakland Police Department, and although he remembers his father well enough, he had still been young enough to be able to accept someone else.
Louise is relieved when she hears that the apartment has been rented. She hopes that he will stay for some time as the added income really helps. Avery’s photography business did very well (as did the bookstore), but extra money always came in handy, especially with a growing boy in the house.
Louise had hoped to move to Monterey, especially after Pete Clark’s murder, but the bookstore and Avery’s photography didn’t make it plausible. Instead, they rented a large, four-bedroom apartment on Fulton St. that was within walking distance of Moonstone. There was plenty of time to plan for their future.
If you’ve not seen the final episodes of the Netflix original series “Grace & Frankie”, then be forewarned: this post has spoilers.
The series, now going into its third season, has broken several barriers that still aren’t dealt with often enough in mainstream television. In the first season we meet Grace (played by Jane Fonda) who is married to Robert (Martin Sheen) and Frankie (Lily Tomlin) who is married to Robert’s law partner, Saul. At a dinner where the two women assume their husbands will announce their retirement, they instead announce that they are in love with one another and wish to end their marriages in order to be together. What’s striking about this isn’t that the men are gay, but that at the age of somewhere between 65-70 they have decided to throw away comfortable and reasonably happy existences in order to live their true lives. What ensues is both hilarious and moving with all four leads carrying out their respective roles with humanity, humor, dignity, frailty, strength and love. Along the way, the show deals with often-ignored subjects like sex and dating after 65, drug use, adopted children, marriage and friendship, family dynamics and more.
In the next-to-last episode of the second season, we are introduced to a dear friend of Grace and Frankie’s named Babe, who has returned home after a long absence. Taking Frankie into her confidence, she confesses that her cancer has returned and that she has chosen to forgo treatment this time and essentially go out with a bang and not a whimper. To the observer, Babe appears to be healthy and in excellent (and spunky) spirits. The truth is that she does still feel good and that is why Babe has chosen to die before she deteriorates, while she is happy and fun and feeling good. Although somewhat conflicted, Frankie eventually agrees to help Babe carry this out and part of the plan is to throw a big party for herself and her friends. Grace, on the other hand, struggles morally with the issue until she, too, finally breaks down and shows up at the party near the very end to pay her respects to Babe in the way that she wanted, not the way Grace thought that things should be.
In another spoiler alert, I will confess that I deal with a very similar situation in the sequel to my first novel, “Red, White & Blues”. I won’t name the character, but someone finds out that their cancer has returned and decides to forgo treatment for the very reasons that Babe does. This character asks for support from their friends and gets it, although there are struggles both moral and practical. A party is held where everyone in attendance is aware of the outcome.
In a world where death and dying are very nearly the most taboo subjects that we face, “Grace & Frankie” dealt with both in a sympathetic, loving and realistic way. In Babe’s mind, death isn’t what scares her, it’s dying that does-illness, sickness, chemo, exhaustion, pain, false hope and loved ones that suffer as you deteriorate before their very eyes. The same fears that face my character and why the case for assisted suicide or euthanasia is important and misunderstood. Bravo to the show and the actors for the fresh and realistic portrayal of a subject that needs more discussion.
I take naming my characters pretty seriously. For my novel, “Red, White & Blues”, I wanted to have everyday names that could be easily related to by most everyone. The names of my main characters, such as John Clark, Pete Clark, Sandy Porter, Sarah Somerton, Louise Sinclair, Edie McCabe-even Mike Blackhorse-were chosen specifically for their simplicity. With characters that I wanted a little more impact, such as Morgan Stewart, the President of the fictional motorcycle club, “The Souls of Liberty”, I chose a stronger name, but still left it easy to remember. For my “resident artist”, I chose Haven Hartford, a somewhat unusual name, but again, pretty easy to remember. I wrote this book with the express idea that no matter what the situations are, it could be easy for everyone to relate to. I also wrote my book using simple language, but that is a subject for another blog! The main sources that I use for naming my characters (usually both first & last names) are two baby name books that I have had for years: “Name Your Baby” by Lareina Rule and “The New Age Baby Name Book” by Sue Browder. The latter is obviously for the more unusual or ethnic-inspired names. When developing a new character, I nearly always know what they look like before I have their name, so I do take that image into consideration when I start searching for their name. It’s fun to browse the books, looking for that perfect name to pop out at me!
As an (unemployed) independent author, I am constantly trying to discover ways to gain more exposure on the cheap. Recently, I decided to run a free Kindle download promotion through Amazon’s KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing). Because the title of my book tied in with the 4th of July holiday as well as dealing with the Vietnam War and its veterans, I chose to run the promotion from July 1 through July 5.
Having very little expendable money, I had to find ways that I might be able to advertise my book for free or at least very cheaply. Oftentimes, authors can submit their book to a specific webpage and get free advertising, but this is usually at the administrators’ discretion (or something), which means that if you choose not to pay for advertising, they’re probably not going to choose it.
So, I submitted my book to several sites for free: Choosy Bookworm, Read Cheaply, Awesomegang, Pretty-hot, Digital Book Daily, Snicklist, Free Book Dude, Author Marketing Club and One Hundred Free Books. Did any of them run my book? Well, yes-ReadCheaply, Awesomegang & Digital Book Daily did. Somehow, my book also showed up on Book Basset, but I did not submit to them as I was under the impression that they charged for ads. A friend subscribes to their email list and forwarded me a copy of the listing.
I did choose to pay for submissions to a few websites. Readingdeals was $10.00; PeopleReads $7.99 and Snicklist a whopping $2.00 for a grand total of $19.99.
In addition, I did some minimal promoting of said promotion by sending out tweets, posting it here on my blog and posting to my three Facebook pages once a day.
Here are the numbers for the downloads for each day:
July 01: 382
July 02: 135
July 03: 27
July 04: 33
July 05: 11
Total = 588 free downloads
Not too bad, but what the hell does it mean in the end? Without reviews and recommendations, not a whole hell of a lot. Of course, time will tell. I can’t expect anyone to read a 760 page novel in a day or so, right?
So was it worth it? As with most things, yes and no. Yes because nearly 600 new potential readers and reviewers now have my book downloaded into their Kindles, but as I said, if these people 1) don’t read it and/or 2) don’t review or recommend it to others…well, you see how this could go.
If positive results do come from this, I will be pleasantly surprised.