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Brandon Mull is best known for his Fablehaven series, but young readers looking for adventure will get a big kick out of A World Without Heroes, the first book in the new Beyonders series.

A World Without Heroes tells the story of eighth grader Jason Walker and ninth grader Rachel, the only two "beyonders" (people from Earth) who have reached the world of Lyrian. As the book's title suggests, there are no more heroes in Lyrian—but Jason might be the guy for the job.

Before he headed out on his Beyonders tour, we contacted Mull at his home in Highland, Utah, to find out more about heroes, Frodo . . . and yodeling.

What was your favorite book as a child?
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The Narnia books really created my love of reading.

Where do you write?
I write in an office in my basement. Usually on the floor with a laptop. I'm highly distractable, so I need to be alone.

How would you describe the world where your novel takes place?
Lyrian is a fantasy world apart from our own. The main characters in the Beyonders cross over to Lyrian from our world. Lyrian has a long history. In the past, wizards used their powers to create a variety of magical races and species. Over time the wizards died off, but many of the races they engineered have survived. To help Lyrian feel truly elsewhere, I wanted to create creatures and races that I hadn't seen before.

Of all the characters you've created, which is your favorite and why?
So hard to pick! I try to only write about characters that interest me. The Blind King in the Beyonders is one of my favorites because he used to be a great swordsman and hero, but after he was captured and blinded, he lost his heroic status and lives a more anonymous life. As the series goes on, we get to see him pick himself up and try to be great again.

What has been the proudest moment of your career so far?
My Fablehaven launch parties have caused some of my proudest moments. We've had thousands of fans show up to watch the show we put on, and it feels cool to think that all these people came together to have a good time because they enjoy my crazy books.

The first book in the Beyonders series is called A World Without Heroes. Aside from your own characters, who is your favorite fictional hero?
I love Frodo from Lord of the Rings. I love that he feels like a humble, regular person with huge responsibilities thrust upon him.

If you weren't a writer, how would you earn a living?
Before I made my living writing fiction, I was paid to write advertisements and marketing copy. If I wasn't allowed to do any kind of writing, I'd probably have to fall back on yodeling.

Author photo by Laura Hanifin.

 

 

 

Brandon Mull is best known for his Fablehaven series, but young readers looking for adventure will get a big kick out of A World Without Heroes, the first book in the new Beyonders series.

A World Without Heroes tells the story of eighth grader Jason Walker…

As the holiday season approaches, our thoughts turn inevitably toward the task that some of us dread and others relish— Christmas shopping. (If you've ever wandered aimlessly through a mall on Christmas Eve wondering what to buy for Aunt Edna, you're in group number one.) Shopping has become a huge part of the holiday, and indeed a big part of everyday life for America's conspicuous consumers.

In his timely new book, I Want That! How We All Became Shoppers, writer Thomas Hine takes readers on a journey through the history of shopping. Despite its whimsical title, Hine's book isn't a light-hearted look at the joys of consumerism, but a serious cultural exploration of how and why we collect things.

A writer for Philadelphia magazine and the author of four previous books, Hine recently answered questions for BookPage about shopping, self-indulgence and the meaning of holiday gift-giving.

BookPage: Why don't men enjoy shopping as much as women do?
Thomas Hine: About two thirds of women and about one third of men say they enjoy shopping. The reason women like it more, I suspect, is because they see it as a way of exercising power and responsibility. Shopping is a big part of the womanly job that emerged among the 19th century middle class of creating the circumstances of family life: what your house will look like, what your children will wear, and what everyone eats. Women have been brought up to see this as powerful. Men often see such tasks as an imposition, one that gets in the way of doing things that are real and productive.

Probably my favorite fun fact that came from my research is that if men and women are placed on treadmills, men will walk faster. But if they are placed in a mall, women walk faster. That's because she knows where she's going. She has something to achieve. He'd rather be somewhere else.

What qualities make a "good" shopper?
A good shopper exhibits the same combination we find among the gatherers of the Kalahari: clear focus combined with openness to opportunity. Shopping often involves paying attention to many things at the same time. That means not just a vast array of merchandise, but also children and other shoppers. Marketplaces have always offered the opportunity to find out what's going on in one's village or culture. Good shoppers take what they do seriously.

Why do we buy things we don't need?
Who says we don't need it? That's a serious question. Our neighbors' and relatives' extravagance is a lot easier to see than our own. The person ahead of me in line at the cash register always seems to be buying something unnecessary and ridiculous, while my purchases are absolutely necessary.

Insecurity plays a big role in shopping decisions. We are more likely to buy when we fear that, if we don't, we'll miss a great opportunity. Everyone loves a sale because it's an opportunity to consume, and at the same time feel righteous for having saved so much money. Many purchases that go unused were seen, for a moment at least, as rare opportunities, too good to miss.

Is shopping strictly a self-indulgent activity?
Occasionally, and especially when on vacation, everyone goes on a binge of self-indulgent purchasing. But most of the time, shopping is not so much a self-indulgent activity as a self-defining one. You are what you eat, what you wear, where you live, what you sit on and sleep on, and what you buy to make you feel better. For wives and mothers, and some husbands and fathers, it is also a family-defining activity, one of the ways in which we nurture those we love.

You argue that shopping hasn't destroyed the power of Christmas, but can actually be part of enhancing the spirit of the holiday. How is that possible?
Festivals involving gift exchange happen in all cultures. Gifts create and reinforce ties and obligations between people. They are a way of channeling consumption in ways that bring people together. Gift-giving to reinforce family and social ties is not an appendage to the Christmas holiday. It is the center of it.

Are you a last-minute holiday shopper yourself or the type who plans ahead?
I suppose I am a typical man in that Christmas always seems to take me by surprise and throw me into a state of acute anxiety. Studies show that women start shopping sooner than men, spend less per gift, and are satisfied with the result. One peculiarity of Christmas is that it doesn't offer a good role for the man; even in the Gospels, Joseph is a sort of by-stander.

What's the best Christmas gift anyone has ever bought you?
Socks. I can always use socks.

 

As the holiday season approaches, our thoughts turn inevitably toward the task that some of us dread and others relish— Christmas shopping. (If you've ever wandered aimlessly through a mall on Christmas Eve wondering what to buy for Aunt Edna, you're in group number one.)…

No contemporary American writer is better at conveying the complex personality of a place than Annie Proulx. Readers of her Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, The Shipping News, need only remember the startling authenticity of both her evocation of dreary upstate New York towns and her portrayal of a more soulful but not much less dreary Newfoundland village to appreciate her great abilities.

In the 1990s Proulx, who lived much of her life in New England, moved to Wyoming. With the 1999 publication of her magnificent collection of short stories, Close Range, set in an unforgiving Wyoming landscape, Proulx appeared to be setting a new course for her career. The publication of her latest novel, That Old Ace in the Hole, confirms that direction. Proulx (whose name rhymes with "shoe") seems bent on nothing less than uncovering, layer by layer, the heart and soul of the rural American West.

That Old Ace in the Hole is set in the Texas and Oklahoma panhandles. The novel’s main protagonist is Bob Dollar, a likeable, somewhat purposeless young man who takes a job as a hog farm scout for an international conglomerate. Of course, the real central character of the novel is the region itself. And Bob Dollar’s undercover and altogether too good-hearted efforts to trick locals into selling their land for the development of malodorous industrial hog farms allows Proulx to range over the largely ignored panhandles and unveil what is both hard and remarkable about the place.

"For years I had been driving through the Texas and Oklahoma panhandles, and always found panhandle places interesting, especially the northeast corner of the Texas handle with its long, long views, windmills, abandoned houses, acres of antique farm machinery, shady groves of trees and nodding pumpjacks," Proulx tells me via e-mail. (In years past, Proulx has been emphatic about avoiding the trappings of the literary life; determined to protect her time and her privacy, she prefers to conduct this interview by e-mail.) "But other people I encountered, particularly Texans, said The panhandle? God, I just drive through there as fast as I can,’ in dismissive tones. Of course this made me more interested in panhandles, and I finally decided to write a novel set in the Oklahoma and Texas handles," Proulx says.

"I intended the story to revolve around a windmill repairman, but was unable to gain the expertise in the craft needed to create a convincing character. So the windmill man, Ace Crouch, though central to the story, is not the major protagonist. Moreover, the day of the windmill as the prime source of water has passed. I focused instead on a current problem, the proliferation of noisome hog farms in the Texas panhandle with a young hog farm site scout as protagonist." For Proulx, a place like the panhandle area is not simply the sum of its geography, history and people, but some alchemical recombination of all of these, a formula she arrives at only after a significant amount of research.

"Yes, I like research," Proulx admits. "For this book I did too much, really, and have boxes and boxes of material I could not use. A great deal has happened in the region," she notes, adding an exhaustive list of historic trends from ancient buffalo hunts to the rise of the small cattleman "and the current generation’s flight from the ranches and farms of the panhandles." Proulx manages to embody a good bit of this history and lore in a rambunctious cast of characters who come into contact with Bob Dollar. In other hands, these characters might at best populate a television sitcom (with, perhaps, a slight political edge). But Proulx has an extraordinary, unfailing ear for the language of the region (an odd combination of both the exaggeration of tall tales and the reticence of the stoic), and this lends her characters depth and humanity.

"The attention to local patois and regional turns of phrase is second nature at this point," Proulx writes. "When I hear a vigorous and lively phrase, I write it down or try very hard to remember it. I do keep notebooks of phrases and expressions. When I am working on the text of the novel, I go through these lists and try and incorporate words and phrases one might hear."

Proulx’s sensitivity to the language of the region also means That Old Ace in the Hole is often very funny. Proulx herself has a sly sense of humor, which percolates just beneath the surface of her story. "Do you remember how Graham Greene used to call some of his books entertainments’?" she asks. "I’ve always thought that meant that those novels were entertaining, not so much to readers, but to Greene in the writing. In a way this book was an entertainment for me, and the use of humor made difficult subjects, such as feedlots and hog arms, easier to write about."

One subject that has never seemed difficult for Proulx to write about is men. In That Old Ace in the Hole Proulx once again surprises a reader by how fluently she writes about the physical and emotional lives of her male characters. "Men?" she asks. "Well, I do like men, perhaps related to growing up in an all-girl family. Also, because I write almost exclusively about rural places, where the heaviest physical work is done by men, and where that work is the basis of a local economy, men naturally stand in the forefront of the story. Really, it’s all about place."

Alden Mudge writes from Oakland, California.

 

No contemporary American writer is better at conveying the complex personality of a place than Annie Proulx. Readers of her Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, The Shipping News, need only remember the startling authenticity of both her evocation of dreary upstate New York towns and her…

Some years ago, while following one of the blind alleys that writers so often encounter when hunting anxiously for their next "big book idea," Erik Larson stumbled across the gruesome particulars of Chicago serial killer Herman W. Mudgett, alias Dr. H. H. Holmes.

"I was suitably horrified," Larson recalls from the comfort and safety of his home in Seattle, where he lives with his wife, Christine Gleason, M.D., head of the neonatology department at the University of Washington medical school, and their three daughters. "I actually read a little more about Holmes," Larson says, "and then decided that he was a kind of slasher and that I wasn't that interested."

Instead, Larson tracked another small detail that played a bit part in another Gilded Age murder mystery. Which led him to begin reading about the big Galveston hurricane of 1900. Which resulted in Larson's thrilling 1999 best-selling narrative of that catastrophe, Isaac's Storm. Which proved to be a turning point.

According to Larson, although he had always known he wanted to write books, he approached a book-writing career obliquely. After college he got a job as a gofer in a publishing house and "convinced myself that I was actually kind of writing because I was working in publishing." Next he made the mistake of seeing the movie All the President's Men and "decided that's what I want to do: bring down a president." Unsure of his exact course toward that end, he determined to let fate rule, so he applied to only one journalism school. He got in. Eventually, he took a job with the Wall Street Journal, reluctantly accepted a transfer to San Francisco, where he met the woman who would become his wife, then a day after marrying her, moved with her to Baltimore where she had been hired by Johns Hopkins University. "I was going to write novels," Larson says, "but once again I took the oblique path and freelanced."

Larson says that in Baltimore he finally grew desperate to escape "the grind of doing periodic pieces" and wrote his first book, The Naked Consumer, which was barely noticed. His second book, Lethal Passage, was a critically acclaimed book about gun control that had a political impact "but didn't sell at all." By the time Larson published his third book, Isaac's Storm, in 1999 to critical and popular acclaim, he and his wife and their growing family were living happily in Seattle. And Larson himself had finally "hit upon something that I really enjoy doing—narrative historical nonfiction."

The pleasure Larson takes in the genre is evident in the vibrant detail of his newest book, The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic and Madness at the Fair That Changed America. The devil in question is Dr. Holmes, the figure Larson rejected as a book subject some years before. "The White City" is the extraordinary Chicago's World's Fair of 1893, officially known as the World's Columbian Exposition because it was designed to commemorate the 400th anniversary of Columbus' discovery of America, but unofficially called "The White City," because of its enchanting and trend-setting architecture.

According to Larson, even while working on Isaac's Storm he continued to be tantalized not so much by Holmes himself but by the fact that Holmes lured young women to their deaths at his macabre World's Fair Hotel almost under the very lights of this great international attraction. "Interestingly," Larson says, "other people have written about Holmes but, to my surprise, the fair has always been almost parenthetical. And I kept thinking, here's this marvelous magical fair and as counterpoint to that was this dark, dark creature sort of feeding off the fair. I couldn't really tell one story without telling the other." He decided to tell both.

It was, frankly, a brilliant decision. Larson contrasts the story of Holmes with that of Daniel Hudson Burnham, the chief architect of the fair. Burnham cajoled and directed the nation's greatest architects and designers—Frederick Law Olmsted, Charles McKim, Louis Sullivan—to transform a swampy park on the shores of Lake Michigan into an astonishing wonder that logged more than 27 million visits during its brief existence, 700,000 of those visits coming in a single day. Burnham inspired George Ferris to design and build a 25-story circular amusement ride that eclipsed in size the tower Alexandre Eiffel had recently built in Paris and was capable of carrying nearly 2,000 people at a time, the first Ferris Wheel. Burnham's fair introduced to the world "a new snack called Cracker Jack and a new breakfast food called Shredded Wheat." It was visited by the likes of Buffalo Bill, Susan B. Anthony, Thomas Edison, Archduke Francis Ferdinand and George Westinghouse.

"One guy built this marvelous fair," Larson quips. "The other guy built this twisted hotel. They were both architects in a way." Taken together, the two stories allow Larson to paint a colorful and resonant portrait of the Gilded Age. "The thing I find so compelling in that period is that what defines it is sheer attitude. There was this overwhelming sense of unlimited possibility," he says.

Larson fleshes out his portrait of the age with lively stories about the competition between Westinghouse and Edison for dominance in the electricity market, the construction of the world's first skyscrapers, the practice of grave robbing among medical students. He describes the chilling effect of chloroform. He discovers that Chicago was called "The Windy City," not because of the fierce winds coming off Lake Michigan but because of the loud boasts issuing from local business leaders.

"I do all my own research," Larson says. "If I bring anything to the party, it's a knack for finding the telling details. What I love is the stuff that never makes it into professional history, because it belongs in the footnotes, because it's not appropriate. That's the stuff I live for."

And indeed, of its numerous pleasures, the greatest pleasure of The Devil and the White City is in its details.

Alden Mudge writes from Oakland, California.

 

Some years ago, while following one of the blind alleys that writers so often encounter when hunting anxiously for their next "big book idea," Erik Larson stumbled across the gruesome particulars of Chicago serial killer Herman W. Mudgett, alias Dr. H. H. Holmes.

Author and independent publisher Steve Tiller claims it all started with his daughter's messy hair. When someone commented that his daughter's uncombed locks looked like they had been attacked by "the tangle fairies," Tiller's first book, Tangle Fairies was born. "An image popped into my head of what a tangle fairy might look like, and it just stuck," says the author. Tiller, who daylights as a real estate developer in Atlanta, hadn't written anything in years when he sat down to compose Tangle Fairies.

"I used to write when I was a child and throughout high school and college, but then I went into business and put the writing behind me," says Tiller.

When the inspiration for Tangle Fairies took root, Tiller realized he had many other tales to share as well. While Tiller was looking for a publisher for Tangle Fairies, he continued to write more stories. And within a short time, Henry Hump 'Born to Fly', Connected at the Heart and Rainbow's Landing were all ready to be published. The publishing process, however, wasn't quite as easy as the writing had been.

Being new to the industry, Tiller thought his best bet would be to attend a book expo and find out what his options were. One publisher he talked to told him that presses may look at upwards of 6,000 books and produce only 10. Those odds didn't sound very good to Tiller, so he decided he might as well do it himself.

"By the time I figured out that the book business didn't really work that way, I had already become a publisher by default," says Tiller. Three years and 16 books later, the gamble seems to have paid off for him. His company, Michael's Mind, a partnership between Tiller and artist Robert Cremeans, has flourished, and Tangle Fairies was a recent BookSense pick.

While his stories are intended for young readers, Tiller has found that parents and older readers take an interest in them as well. The illustrations, created by Cremeans, also tend to keep parents interested. With intricately detailed, incredibly colorful drawings, readers can find something new in the artwork every time they look at the pages.

Although his new and successful publishing business is exciting, it's not what thrills Tiller the most. "I love giving back to kids," says Tiller. The father of three has found that he is happiest when he is sharing inspirational stories and his belief in something larger than himself. "I think it's important for children to understand that they can affect change around them and create joy in their everyday lives," he says. And his books get that point across in fun, creative ways.

Each of Tiller's books highlights a unique, often spiritual message, and follows characters inspired by Tiller's friends and family. For instance, Henry Hump 'Born to Fly' centers on a caterpillar, Henry, who is about to change into a butterfly. "I wanted to focus on how we can adapt to change in a positive way, instead of being fearful about it," says Tiller.

Boat & Wind affirms the idea that we have the ability to communicate with the world around us in more profound ways than we tend to imagine. The soon-to-be published Peach Tree explores the connection between time and patience. And Rainbow's Landing serves as a reminder that we can all make our dreams come true, regardless of how impossible they may seem.

And what about Tiller's personal dreams? "I'm living my dream," he says. "It's not often that you are put in exactly the right place for you as a human being." But Tiller has been, and he has been enjoying every minute of it. Among his list of things to do: Translate his current books into Spanish, share more stories with his fans, and, if the tangle fairies will let him, comb his daughter's hair.

 

Heidi Henneman writes from San Francisco.

Author and independent publisher Steve Tiller claims it all started with his daughter's messy hair. When someone commented that his daughter's uncombed locks looked like they had been attacked by "the tangle fairies," Tiller's first book, Tangle Fairies was born. "An image popped into…

When Brian Haig graduated from West Point in the mid-1970s and started his career in the U.S. Army, becoming a best-selling novelist was the furthest thing from his mind. Now, with the release of his third novel, The Kingmaker, he finds himself a successful writer, and the way he reached that goal is nearly as good a story as the plot of one of his international thrillers.

Haig is the son of former Army General and Secretary of State Alexander Haig. He spent 22 years in the Army, mainly as an infantry officer and military strategist. In the early and mid-1990s, Haig became special assistant to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General John M. Shalikashvili, a role that gave him an insider's perspective on geopolitical affairs.

His military background served him well when he began writing fiction, a career decision arrived at almost by accident. When his wife informed him they were expecting their fourth child, "All of a sudden I realized there were big college bills looming in the future, which I wasn't going to be able to do on a military paycheck," Haig explained in a recent interview. It was time to look for opportunities outside the Army to support his growing family.

An offer came from AT&T to help build a global satellite network, with a salary two to three times his lieutenant colonel's pay. But AT&T needed him within a week. "I walked into my boss (Shalikashvili) and said Sir, I'm going to have to retire.' He told me he understood," Haig recalls, offering a dead-on imitation of General Shalikashvili's Polish accent. "When I told him [I needed to retire] tomorrow, he was very surprised, but he got it through." Before Haig could start his new job, however, a regime change at AT&T meant the company wasn't going into the satellite business after all. The job offer was off the table.

"I spent about six months trying to find a job. Because I was sitting around at home a lot, I decided to try reading some novels, which I hadn't really done before," Haig said. "Then I decided to try writing one, just to figure out the mechanics of it and see if I could do it." An opportunity to run an international helicopter company took him away from writing for a while, but when he left that job, Haig took a year off to devote himself to becoming a novelist. At the center of his work is protagonist Sean Drummond, a smart, sarcastic, but dedicated Army JAG lawyer. With a number of family members in the legal profession, including a brother who is a Washington, D.C., attorney, Haig saw the law as familiar territory.

Working each day from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. with breaks for meals and homework help for his kids Haig wrote three novels in that first year. A chance encounter in a New York restaurant with the wife of a literary agent ultimately led to Warner Books purchasing two of those novels, Secret Sanction and Mortal Allies. With his publisher soon contracting for an additional four Sean Drummond novels and Nicholas Cage's film production company optioning all of them, his writing career was secured.

"First-time readers often assume these are military books, but they're not. They're legal or international thrillers set inside that milieu," says Haig, who now seems as comfortable in front of a room full of book fans as he once was in the corridors of the Pentagon.

His latest novel, The Kingmaker, finds Sean Drummond defending an officer and former West Point classmate against charges of spying for present-day Russia. Dangerous political turf wars in both the U.S. and Russia threaten not just Drummond's ability to defend his client, but his life as well. Haig convincingly suggests that a shadowy group of oligarchs might have been the main force behind Russian President Vladimir Putin's rapid ascent to power. Seamless plotting sets Haig's work apart from his peers and makes The Kingmaker a compelling read.

 

Michael Grollman is a freelance writer in New Jersey.

When Brian Haig graduated from West Point in the mid-1970s and started his career in the U.S. Army, becoming a best-selling novelist was the furthest thing from his mind. Now, with the release of his third novel, The Kingmaker, he finds himself a successful…

With his new book, The Jester, the creator of detective Alex Cross, the Women's Murder Club and a veritable metropolis of other characters, peers into the turbulent village and castle life of 11th-century France. In a dramatic change of pace, James Patterson best known for his contemporary suspense thrillers brings readers the story of Hugh De Luc, who leaves his young wife to enlist in what will come to be known as the First Crusade. When Hugh returns more than two years later, sickened by the cruelty and carnage he's encountered, he finds his home has been burned and his wife kidnapped by a local warlord. Hugh's mission henceforth is to right these wrongs by invading the courts of his enemies in the guise of a jester.

"I've had that story in my head for a dozen years," says Patterson, speaking from his home in Florida. "Most history has been written from the point-of-view of nobles or the people they've commissioned. The notion of a common person particularly a common person with a sense of humor was a story that really appealed to me. What we have here is a hero who's part Braveheart and part Jerry Seinfeld and Sherlock Holmes. That's kind of a fun combination." "Fun" is not the first word that snaps to mind as heads roll and blood spurts in the wake of Hugh's grimly determined quest. But the story does have its comic-book elements. The action is fast and unceasing; character development is minimal; the language is conversational; and the delineation between good and evil is broadly marked. Patterson and co-author Andrew Gross also endow their protagonist with some decidedly modern notions of social equality.

The period during which the Crusades took place, Patterson notes, "is an interesting time to read about. It's unbelievable what went on then. It's kind of interesting right now because we're right at the crossroads of another possible encounter between Christianity and [Islam] another holy war. . . . Back in those times, Hannibal Lecter would have been just another foot soldier. But beyond the violence, there's a black humor. When things get that bad, the only refuge we have is humor." So much has been written about Patterson's incessant output of books and his involvement in making them sell that he's become a bit weary of discussing it. How does he choose his co-authors? "I go to the phone book," he deadpans. And the division of writing chores? "We alternate words." Pressed for a straighter answer, he responds, "I don't really get into the process [of how I co-write], because every time I sort of lay out what I do, the next thing you know, somebody else is doing the same thing." Patterson says he met Gross through his publisher. "He had submitted a novel at one point, and it didn't get bought. But they thought it was an interesting book, and I read it and thought it was pretty good. We just started shooting the breeze, and we got along very well." Their first book together was the 2002 Women's Murder Club mystery, 2nd Chance.

Patterson's own tastes in fiction developed slowly and eclectically. "I went to a Catholic high school in upstate New York, and I didn't like to read at all. I still hate Silas Marner. However, my family moved to Massachusetts right after my senior year. I had to pay my way through college [by] working at a mental hospital. I had a lot of free time at night. I started reading everything I could get my hands on, and I found a lot of stuff that was terrific. In those days, I preferred the more outlandish

[Jean Genet's] Our Lady of the Flowers and John Rechy [City of Night], stuff that was dark but interesting." Prompted by such literary discoveries, he went on to earn a master's degree in English at Vanderbilt University.

For the interviewer's benefit, Patterson looks around his admittedly "messy" office and counts out 19 separate "piles" of paper, each a book in embryo. Nearing birth, he says, are an Alex Cross novel, another in the Women's Murder Club series, "a kind of Suzanne's Diary [For Nicholas]" and an "offbeat mystery." NBC-TV, he continues, is ready to air a three-hour production of 1st To Die. A script has been written for another Alex Cross movie Roses Are Red and work has started on a movie treatment of Suzanne's Diary. Coming this summer, he adds, is Lake House, a follow-up to When The Wind Blows. The Cross novel, entitled The Big Bad Wolf, is due out this fall.

Not surprisingly, Patterson writes every day. What is surprising, though, is that he uses a pencil instead of a word processor. "I am not on the computer," he asserts. "My wife is. My 5-year-old is. I'm not. I'm sitting here right now, and I have the new Cross, triple-spaced, and I write between the lines. Then off it goes again and gets retyped, and back it'll come again. It just goes like that." Once his manuscript has been sent to the publisher, Patterson says he involves himself "a fair amount" in preparing to take the ensuing book to the public. "We kind of like to sit in a room and go, Do we like the book? Do we like the cover? Do we like the [proposed] tour? I think that's a healthy thing to do."

Patterson is proud of the diversity of his fiction, ranging as it does from historical to detective to love stories. "I'm not aware of anybody else who has done that," he observes. Would he ever write a western? "Yeah, I might. I'm doing one now that's set around the time of Teddy Roosevelt. So we're almost back to the West." Besides the variety of his books, Patterson points to another quality worth noting: "On a pure readership level, a pure, spellbinding, can't-put-it-down level, they're pretty successful. Forget about sales. They just move along real well."

Edward Morris is a Nashville-based music and entertainment writer.

With his new book, The Jester, the creator of detective Alex Cross, the Women's Murder Club and a veritable metropolis of other characters, peers into the turbulent village and castle life of 11th-century France. In a dramatic change of pace, James Patterson best known…

One after another, three women marry the same wrong man, each believing her life will be complete once she becomes Mrs. Ken Kimble. In a provocative first novel titled simply Mrs. Kimble, Jennifer Haigh uses portraits of these three characters to question why women think they have to marry.

"Ken Kimble is what I call a serial marrier," Haigh says by phone from Boston, where she moved after graduating from the Iowa Writers Workshop last year. "He has these serious character flaws, but he has no problem finding women to marry." Haigh has firm opinions about why such a man can always find a bride. "We're raised as women to value marriage and family," she says, "and to believe that unless we've achieved those things, the rest of our accomplishments don't really count for very much."

The somewhat controversial subject of the novel, the spare beauty of her writing and the fact that everybody knows someone like Ken made Haigh's manuscript a hot item in the publishing world—the novel sold only a month after she gave it to an agent. "Publishing it was a lot easier than writing it, and a lot faster," Haigh says wryly.

Like most overnight successes, Haigh has practiced her craft all her life. As a bookish little girl growing up in Barresboro, Pennsylvania, she kept journals. Later, at Dickinson College, she began to write fiction seriously. "Very seriously and very badly," she says. "I look back at the stories I wrote as a very young writer, and they're exactly like everybody else's the evil boyfriends, the tragic breakups, the fights with my parents." No story was as good as she wanted it to be. She put fiction aside for five or six years. "I grew up and had a job and worked a little bit, then came back to it when I had a bit more to say."

During those intervening years, Haigh studied in France on a Fulbright scholarship, worked as an editor at Self magazine and taught yoga, which she still practices faithfully. "It's a great, great help for writers in terms of slowing down, being patient and staying focused on the work. Hard, hard things to do."

Before writing Mrs. Kimble, Haigh had been successful with short stories, publishing in Good Housekeeping magazine and various literary journals. Moving from the short story to the novel was not an easy process; two novels she calls "miscarriages" preceded this one.

Haigh, who is 34 and single, maintains that nothing from her personal life inspired her debut novel. "I had this very well-adjusted upbringing. My parents are still married to each other. They live in the same house I grew up in. None of that made it into Mrs. Kimble."

Yet, somehow, Haigh has a gift for empathizing with all Ken's wives. Birdie, the first, is a Southern girl who in 1961, at age 19, fell for the handsome choir director at her all-girl Bible college and bore him two children. The second wife, Joan, is Jewish and a writer for Newsweek, brought South by her father's death in Florida and detained there by breast cancer. Ken steps into her life in 1969, and ends up the richer for it. Third is Dinah, who as a teenager baby-sat for Birdie and Ken's children. After a chance re-encounter, they marry in 1979. 

Birdie seems almost too extreme in her isolation—never having known a white woman who worked, for example—and somewhat unlikely in her youthful romance with a black neighbor. Joan is perfect in her imperfection, as is Dinah, with her unsightly birthmark.

The wives are different types, from different generations, all with different expectations of men. Yet, all three fall for this same worthless blue-eyed charmer, seemingly attuned to their needs but actually caring very little about them.

The idea for the novel began with Birdie. "The first scene in the book I wrote," Haigh says, "was the scene in the store where Birdie is drunk and Charlie is helping her buy groceries . . . Years ago, I was living in Tampa, Florida, and I saw something similar happen in the little corner store a drunk mother with a small child. And that stuck with me."

The scene also sticks with the reader, as do other elements of this clever book.  

Anne Morris is a writer in Austin, Texas.

 

One after another, three women marry the same wrong man, each believing her life will be complete once she becomes Mrs. Ken Kimble. In a provocative first novel titled simply Mrs. Kimble, Jennifer Haigh uses portraits of these three characters to question why women…

"These poems need to be released from their cages." With these words the eminent poet Robert Bly beseeched Coleman Barks, then a teacher of 20th-century American poetry, to take on the task of rescuing Rumi’s poetry from obscurity and allowing the music of this 13th century Afghan mystic to play its ancient melody for the American ear. That was in 1976. "I had never even heard Rumi’s name until then," Barks recalls, but he took on the task, working with translations from the Persian by John Moyne, A.J. Arberry and Reynold Nicholson to produce The Essential Rumi in 1995. This collection of Jelaluddin Rumi’s ecstatic outpourings, rendered in free verse, proved that the American ear was not only receptive to Rumi’s poetry, but also eager for it. Sales of The Essential Rumi exceeded 200,000 copies, subsequent translations flew off the shelves, and today, Rumi is considered by many to be the most popular poet in the United States and Barks his finest interpreter. His latest volume, Rumi: The Book of Love, comes out in time for Valentine’s Day, but contains a warning from Barks in its preface: "This is not Norman Vincent Peale urging cheerfulness, conventional morality, and soft-focus, white-light feel-good, nor is this New Age tantric energy exchange. This is giving your life to the one within you know as Lord, which is a totally private matter."

Private or not, the public seems to have an insatiable appetite for Rumi’s wisdom à la Coleman Barks’ interpretation.

Barks talked to BookPage by phone on a brisk winter night from his home in Athens, Georgia, discussing his choice of using American free verse in his translations. A notable poet in his own right (Gourdseed, Tentmaking), Barks explained, "I moved away from the densely rhymed technique of Persian poetry in the 13th century, which I felt would sound like gibberish and put Rumi more into the Whitman, Galway Kinnell genre loose, colloquial, delicate a more American style." But an instinctively prudent choice of style is not enough to account for making Barks Rumi’s foremost translator. Barks admits that "some attunement must be there" in order to do justice in a translation. Still, he is reluctant to claim any special insight, let alone a mystical connection to the poet.

"The only credential I have for working on Rumi’s poetry," Barks says humbly in his smooth Southern voice, "is my meeting with Bawa Muhaiyaddeen. That relationship is the only access I have to what is going on in Rumi’s poetry." For almost a decade, Barks visited Bawa Muhaiyaddeen, a Sufi master and Barks’ "teacher" several months each year at a fellowship in Philadelphia. "Think back to an influential teacher you had in college," he says, trying to convey Muhaiyaddeen’s impact on him. "You may not remember particular things they said about the French Revolution, but his presence, his whole delight in intellect may be the essence of what you might remember. I used to go up to my teacher and say, I don’t want to ask you a question I just want to sit here.’ It’s being in that presence it’s a grand relaxation."

There is an unmistakable resemblance between Barks’ connection with Bawa Muhaiyaddeen and Rumi’s with Shams of Tabriz, his teacher/student and Beloved Friend, with whom he converses throughout much of his poetry. Rumi is said to have recognized Shams as an enlightened being right away and the two of them spent months together in retreat. Likewise, Barks also felt an instant affinity upon meeting his Sri Lankan mentor for the first time in 1978. But what basis is there for such instant recognition? "Well, the Sufis say that’s God sweetest secret," he says, laughing gently. "The way lovers recognize each other, or the way friends do. It may be that something in us recognizes something in them something that recognizes the depth, the harmony, in another human being." His voice falls soft and serious. "It’s a great gift to find some of those people."

Meandering in a wide arc around the idea of "dialogue," Barks continued, "Rumi teaches the opening heart. Rumi says that whatever was said to the rose was said to me here in my chest. The implication being that for something to open into its own beauty and handsomeness, it has to be talked to. And so that idea of a human being as a dialogue maybe an inaudible dialogue is part of his model for what a human being is. He says we are a conversation between the one who takes bodily form and something else that is flowing through that was never born and doesn’t die. So that intersection, that conversation is what a human being is. I just love that, because it’s like we’re both parts of the synapse."

Outside the philosophical, metaphysical realm, Barks enjoys simple, down-to-earth pleasures like spending time with his grandchildren (granddaughter Briny is a budding writer), taking in a hometown parade, writing and stonework. "I’ve always wanted to blend writing and stonework," Barks admits, and now that he’s retired after more 30 years of teaching at the University of Georgia, he is able to. "My ideal day is when I go back and forth between the two. But poetry is my most faithful practice. That’s what I’m good at." He pauses for a moment, considering what gives him happiness. "You know, Rumi says just being in a form and sentient is cause for rapture. It’s what children know. I’m going to see this small town parade tonight and they all know for that moment that this is enough. Rumi feels the rapture of just being in a shape and just being here and he also feels the grief and separation of that. So there’s a double music the grief and the joy the double music of existence."

Having spent years "listening" to that double music and trying to bring it to American ears, there must be a thing or two Coleman Barks would like to say if the barriers of time and space were overcome and Rumi should suddenly materialize in front of him. He laughs at this notion and then remembers something. "I had a dream once where I saw Rumi coming in a door and everybody was so glad to see him that he disappeared into everyone. You couldn’t find him he was in everybody’s gladness to see him. So I think that’s what I’d do. Enjoy his presence." There’s a pause. "And I would apologize to him for distortions I’m bound to make of him."

Distortions, whether in spite of or because of Rumi’s philosophy that "Love is the religion and the universe is the book" might seem inevitable given today’s political climate and the vastly different cultures being asked to understand these works. "Rumi said that if you think there is an important difference between a Muslim and a Jew, a Christian and a Buddhist and all the rest, then you are making a division between your heart which you love with and how you act in the world. That’s a pretty radical thing to be saying in the 13th century and even now! I think the fact that, in Afghanistan, Rumi is the most heard poet on the radio while at the same time being probably the best-selling poet in America, shows that these two cultures meet somewhere in the heart."

Now, wouldn’t that be a valentine to the world?

 

"These poems need to be released from their cages." With these words the eminent poet Robert Bly beseeched Coleman Barks, then a teacher of 20th-century American poetry, to take on the task of rescuing Rumi's poetry from obscurity and allowing the music of this…

One day in 1995, journalist Paul Hendrickson, then a reporter for the Washington Post, found himself standing in Black Oak Books in Berkeley, California, where he was thumbing through a volume called Powerful Days: The Civil Rights Photography of Charles Moore. One particular photograph grabbed Hendrickson's attention, filling him with a sense of history, awe and, ultimately, an absorbing curiosity that would drive him to spend nearly seven years researching his latest book, Sons of Mississippi: A Story of Race and Its Legacy.

Technically, Moore's candid black-and-white photo is fairly unremarkable. But its subjects—seven Mississippi sheriffs gathered on the campus of Ole Miss on Sept. 27, 1962, on the eve of the federally enforced enrollment of the school's first African-American student, James Meredith—evoked in Hendrickson a deep desire to investigate their lives and to re-examine a tumultuous era in a region infamous for its segregation and bigotry.

The seven men were the leading state law officers of their time. In the photo, they are gathered together affably, chortling amongst themselves, cigarettes clenched between their teeth, their eyes focused on Billy Ferrell in the center, who appears to be demonstrating the proper way to swing a riot club. Ostensibly, the men had arrived in Oxford to assist in preventing Meredith from entering the university.

"The picture stopped me in my tracks," says Hendrickson, speaking from Philadelphia, where he now teaches creative writing at the University of Pennsylvania. "These men are not terrifying. They're not dressed as Klansmen. Take away the bat and the malevolent grins, and these are men who have risen above their families' blue-collar factory backgrounds."

Hendrickson, a white man born in California and raised in Illinois, had also spent some time as a young man in the late 1950s and '60s in Alabama, where he was studying at a seminary and considering a vocation to the priesthood. "I saw segregation. I saw apartheid. That never left me." Without question, the faces of the men in Moore's photograph transmit an eerie energy, conjuring fearful notions of white supremacist, redneck-style law enforcement in the Deep South, with all its attendant paranoia, provincialism and brutality. The photo became the springboard not only for Hendrickson's powerful history of civil rights but also for his investigation into what happened to these archetypal Southern good ol' boys and their families. So the author went to Mississippi.

"No sense going to the South if you don't go to Mississippi," says Hendrickson. "I get excited about Mississippi the grace, the manners, the food, the beauty of the landscape. It gave us both Faulkner and appalling racism. It is the most literate and the most illiterate state." Hendrickson followed the small-town trails of his subjects, most of whom were dead. He interviewed contemporaries and family members. He combed through newspaper archives and government reports. On a firsthand basis, he was able to speak to Ferrell (who has since died) and John Ed Cothran, who as a deputy sheriff played a role in the case of the 1955 murder of 14-year-old black Emmett Till, a signature event in the history of the civil rights movement.

As it turns out, being a sheriff was only a sometime thing for most of the seven. They moved on to other businesses, married and remarried, battled alcoholism, died young or from debilitating cancers in short, lived apparently unremarkable lives. All of them, however, were presumed to have had some involvement with the Ku Klux Klan, though gathering direct evidence often proved elusive.

"You humanize each individual life," says Hendrickson, "and each seems to be a mixture of all of our own lives. Underneath the bad beliefs, there's a kind of ordinary normalcy." Besides focusing on the sheriffs and their families, Hendrickson also offers profiles of photographer Moore (now almost 70 and living in northwest Alabama) and James Meredith (also near 70, living in Jackson).

And what of the Mississippi legacy? Is it hopeless? Is the bigotry still there? Hendrickson speaks with cautious optimism. "What I found are blades of hope. I found changes, but they are like tender shoots of grass in the spring susceptive to quick trampling or reversal." Previously a finalist for both the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award, Hendrickson should be headed for more acclaim with this amazing book, which is characterized by historical scope, sociocultural depth, journalistic integrity and an astonishing ability to reveal universal truths via very particular people and events.

 

One day in 1995, journalist Paul Hendrickson, then a reporter for the Washington Post, found himself standing in Black Oak Books in Berkeley, California, where he was thumbing through a volume called Powerful Days: The Civil Rights Photography of Charles Moore. One particular photograph grabbed…

When spring approaches, a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of cars, girls and warm summer nights, especially in Frostburg, a town of 8,000 nestled deep in the Appalachian mountains of western Maryland, where Brad Barkley lives.

In Barkley's case, however, these are not merely blossom-inspired reveries but the chief ingredients of his second novel, Alison's Automotive Repair Manual.

It is safe to say they have never been combined in quite this way before.

The premise of Barkley's novel is both surprisingly simple and utterly irresistible: Alison Durst, a 30-ish college history professor who lost her husband in an accident two years before, takes on the seemingly impossible task of restoring a 1976 Corvette rusting away in her sister's garage. What at first appears to family and friends as yet another desperate attempt to avoid getting on with her life turns instead into a funny, poignant and life-affirming by-the-book restoration of the soul. Think Robert Pirsig's classic Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance as written by Wally Lamb or Fannie Flagg, and you're in the right repair shop.

It happens that Barkley, a Greensboro, North Carolina, native who teaches creative writing at Frostburg State University in Maryland, is handy with cars.

"Well, I'm semi-handy," he amends. "I've been kind of a gear-head since high school and have known some interesting cars along the way. It was a lot out of necessity and just being broke. I had a '64 Mustang, a '72 Camaro, an old VW bug. Right now, I have a '66 MGB; it's cheap and easy to work on. I'm not much for hobbies but I like getting my hands dirty with cars." He is also one of those novelists who finds inspiration in the oddest places, oftentimes unaware of how an experience will work into his fiction until it appears on the page.

His own urge to tinker with cars led in a roundabout way to Alison's obsession. One day his sister, who lives in Tenafly, New Jersey, casually mentioned that she had a '76 Corvette rusting away in her garage and offered it to Barkley. He and a friend made the eight-hour trip across the state in a pickup to retrieve his treasure.

"It was very much like Alison's car—the body doesn't rust because it's fiberglass, but underneath it was a solid block of rust," he recalls. "We even hooked up a steel cable to a winch and tried to winch it out of the garage and we snapped the cable. It just would not budge. So 14 hours later, my friend and I got home with no car and I just had to give it up. It was a horrible day but I started thinking a lot about that car sitting in there rusting away in that garage." Barkley, whose debut novel Money, Love was a funny, tender coming-of-age tale told from the viewpoint of the 16-year-old son of a door-to-door wheeler-dealer, was considering switching sexes and narrative tense for his sophomore effort.

"I had done a couple of short stories with female protagonists and I wanted to try it in a novel form just to see if I could pull it off, to really get to know the character," he says. "My first novel was a first-person novel and part of it was that I just like to shake things up. There's also just a lot more freedom in what you can do in third person, especially those long passages of introspection where we're inside Alison's head. Those really just won't work in first person." He drew again on his own experiences to explore Alison's grief and the stress it places on her sister, Sarah, with whom she lives.

"Part of this was, I watched my wife go through a period of grief when she lost a sister and kind of sharing the grief, but not exactly, and kind of being outside it. The typical male response is you want to fix it, and you can't; there's nothing you can do to fix it. There is a lot of frustration being the one outside the grief, just watching it. Sarah is a little bit caustic sometimes, but she's understandably frustrated, too." Barkley opens each chapter with an excerpt from the actual Haynes automotive manual, an effective organizing tool that also serves to comment on the story itself.

"It was odd how that came about because when I first started, I had the Haynes manual and was looking through it for some details about working on the car. I had never worked on a Corvette before and I wanted to get the details right for what she was doing. Then I just started seeing these phrases that seemed to be kind of odd little commentaries on what I had in mind for the book. In particular, the last one I had in there: ÔRe-assembly is the reverse of disassembly.'" For Alison's love interest, Barkley created Max Kesler. He could have been anything: green grocer, restaurateur, cat burglar, owner of the local auto parts store. But not for this literary scavenger. Meet Max Kesler, demolition expert.

"Long ago when I was a kid in Greensboro, they took down the King Cotton Hotel, a 13-story hotel, by implosion and I was downtown on the roof of another building watching it and that left an impact it was really an indelible thing for me. I think I always had in mind to write something about implosion after seeing that, so when it came time to give Max a job, it was already sitting there so I just used it." It can easily be argued that the small town of Wiley Ford, West Virginia, which happens to be just across the Potomac River from Frostburg, is itself a central character in the novel. Its myths, town legends and outright balderdash are as important to the narrative as Alison's emotional recovery.

"A lot of times when small towns are written about, they are very sentimentalized and seem almost too cute," Barkley says. "I think there is some of that to small towns, but they can also be claustrophobic in a way. I wanted to show both in this novel. I wanted to get at what was appealing and reassuring and familiar about small-town life, but at the same time show how something that is too familiar brings this claustrophobic feeling that you just want to get away from after a while." While he admits to "an unusual set of influences" that somehow includes Eudora Welty, John Updike and Don DeLillo, Barkley maintains that his writing fits just fine, thank you, into the Southern literary tradition.

"A lot of contemporary Southern fiction, particularly short stories, you still see a lot of pickup trucks and Budweiser and shotguns and dogs, and that just wasn't my experience in the South. I guess my growing up Southern was more suburban and more shopping center than that, so my South doesn't have much in the way of shotguns and dogs in it. But I think it's just as legitimate a Southern experience." Jay Lee MacDonald is a professional writer based in Naples, Florida.

When spring approaches, a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of cars, girls and warm summer nights, especially in Frostburg, a town of 8,000 nestled deep in the Appalachian mountains of western Maryland, where Brad Barkley lives.

In Barkley's case, however, these…

Novelist Sue Miller’s beautiful, spare memoir about her relationship with her father during his illness and death from Alzheimer’s disease is such a unique achievement that it is impossible to adequately praise it. Or accurately describe it.

But for starters, in fewer than 200 pages, Miller offers a moving, emotionally complex portrait of her father—and mother—and their contrasting influences on her life. She provides a fascinating, if disturbing, description of Alzheimer’s manifestations in the brain and body. And, almost as an aside, she writes interestingly about how she transmutes and transforms observed experiences drawn from her life into events and characters in her fine, luminous novels.

What Miller does not offer in The Story of My Father is anything resembling a step-by-step guide for the perplexed. "I wanted to write a book that talked about what it felt like to live through the illness with someone whom you love," Miller says during a call to her home in Boston. "I wanted to write in a clear way about what was going on in the illness but also about the sense of confusion and loss one experiences in trying to respond reasonably to an unreasonable person who was once a very reasonable person."

And this Miller certainly does. The course of her father’s Alzheimer’s disease is central to this narrative. But it is also oddly peripheral to the heart of the memoir. The real story in this quietly amazing book is Miller’s effort to understand and even sustain her emotional bond with her father.

Miller’s father, James Nichols, was a respected church historian at the University of Chicago and, nearing the end of his career, at Princeton. A deeply religious man, Nichols was, says Miller, "incredibly considerate of other people, in almost an abstract way. As I write in the book, in a certain sense he considered everyone equally, and that was a problem being a child of his."

Miller remembers when she was a child sometimes doing things with her father and "feeling his shyness and my shyness and this sense of great effort and work being together, that he was working very hard and I was working very hard. I think that’s unusual for a little girl to feel about her father."

By contrast, Miller’s mother, a poet, "was excessive in all she did." She seemed to demand and absorb all the family’s emotional energy. Yet it is clear from Miller’s memoir that her mother and father were, improbably, very much in love throughout their marriage.

"My mother was very difficult and demanding," Miller says, "but my father loved her through all that. Once or twice he spoke a little sharply to her, but that was it. Those were memorable occasions because that was all, ever. I’m sure there were times when things were hard for him, but he understood life as a series of loving obligations. That’s what being as deeply Christian as he was can do for you—it makes burdens feel light. [He believed] there are few things which can give as much joy, as much meaning to life as doing something for someone else that you know no one else can do. I think my parents had a very intensely loving relationship."

Miller herself seems to have remained somewhat distant from her father until after her mother’s death. Ironically, she and her father began growing closer as Alzheimer’s disease slowly destroyed him. Since she was the sibling who lived nearest to him, Miller saw him most frequently and seems to have been the primary decision-maker overseeing his care. She describes his decline and her reactions to this decline with directness, intelligence, even humor, which lends an unexpected poignancy to the book.

Miller’s father died in 1991. For 10 years she struggled to write about who he was and what his life and death meant to her. In the meantime, she also wrote three novels that she believes were affected to some degree by her work on this memoir. The novel The Distinguished Guest, for instance, is "very much about the death of a parent," she says. And in The World Below "there is sense of the lives of the people we love who have gone before us running underneath our own lives" that derives in part from thinking and writing about her father.

Miller says writing the memoir seemed to prolong her grief. "I felt when I finally finished the book that I had finished something in myself too, that some way of being with him in my grieving was done and my sense of inadequacy as a caregiver was done. This is sort of an apologia for myself as a caregiver. I was still enmeshed in what I hadn’t done right while I was writing this book, and that was hard.

"I was so bitter and angry for a long time—on his behalf," Miller says near the end of our conversation. "The disease was just so cruel, particularly to someone who had lived by his intellect. What I slowly came to terms with, by really thinking about my father as I wrote the book, was that that was not a bitterness he would have shared. That helped me let go and be less furious at the illness. There was a kind of softening of my very dark anger. That is something I learned from my father, and from writing about him."

 

Novelist Sue Miller's beautiful, spare memoir about her relationship with her father during his illness and death from Alzheimer's disease is such a unique achievement that it is impossible to adequately praise it. Or accurately describe it.

But for starters, in…

"Call me Uncle Brian," says best-selling author Brian Jacques. Indeed, thanks to the familiarity and ease he exudes during a call to his home in England, it’s hard not to think of him as family—a favorite uncle telling tall tales over Sunday dinner. Jacques’ salty, strong Liverpool accent lends an added effect. He could easily be mistaken for a buccaneer or one of the many seadogs in his adventure books.

Though he isn’t a buccaneer (at the moment anyway), the best-selling author of the Redwall stories and Castaways of the Flying Dutchman, knows much about the high seas. He shares that knowledge in his latest thrilling adventure, The Angel’s Command.

The second book in his Castaways saga, The Angel’s Command follows the eternally youthful Ben and his dog Ned as they travel the world—at an angel’s command—in search of those who need their help. In the first book, Ben and Ned were saved from a cursed pirate ship by the same angel. The Angel’s Command finds the dynamic duo sailing the high seas years later, befriending buccaneers, fighting pirates and narrowly escaping monsters of the deep.

But The Angel’s Command is not just a high-seas adventure. The second half of the book, and perhaps the most intriguing and thrilling portion of the tale, finds Ben and Ned in the mountains of Spain, where they become entangled with a gypsy girl and a murderous tribe of mountain dwellers. Ben and Ned prove that good always wins out over evil as they traverse the hills and vales of the Pyrenees on a quest to save the kidnapped grandson of a Spanish nobleman. Through imprisonment in a dank dungeon, several avalanches, and a face-to-face meeting with evil, the young boy and his dog prove themselves again and again.

Jacques himself is no stranger to adventure. The Liverpool native has experienced more in his lifetime than most of us dream of. "I’ve been around the block a few times," he admits, "but there’s no place like home at the finish." From merchant marine to poet to comedian to folk singer, this author has seen it all—and he has plenty of stories to share.

Jacques’ days as a longshoreman on the quays of Liverpool gave him the inspiration for the Castaways saga. "I have always had a love for the sea," says the author, who grew up hearing ships’ foghorns in the night as they passed in the harbor. "Living away from the sea would drive me crackers."

Jacques is currently working on several books, including a collection of ghost stories entitled Liver Jack and Other Curious Laughs. Although he’s become an international celebrity, fame does not seem to have affected him. During a stop in Boston on a recent book tour, he came across an 11-year-old boy being fitted for a suit in a formalwear shop. The salesman was prodding and poking him. "He looked like he was about to throw up," recalls Jacques.

The ever-thoughtful author went up to the boy, winked at him and said, "That suit looks really smart on you, mate." The boy immediately blushed. A bit later, as Jacques was leaving the store, the boy ran up to him and said, "You look like my favorite author, Brian Jackways." It turned out the boy was a big fan and was planning to attend Jacques’ book-signing the next day. As a special treat, the author suggested that when the boy arrived at the bookstore, he shout out, "Hey Uncle Brian," so that Jacques would recognize him, and he wouldn’t have to wait in line for the author’s autograph.

Uncle Brian suggested the same for me. And I might just take him up on that offer.

Heidi Henneman writes from San Francisco.

Author photo by David Jacques, M.A.

"Call me Uncle Brian," says best-selling author Brian Jacques. Indeed, thanks to the familiarity and ease he exudes during a call to his home in England, it's hard not to think of him as family—a favorite uncle telling tall tales over Sunday dinner. Jacques' salty,…

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