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Monday, May 28, 2007

DEATH GAME BY CHERYL SWANSON BURNING? TELL ME IT AIN'T SO!


Because news disappears in an eyeblink these days, I'm excerpting a story some of you may have missed below.

Wayne of Prospero's Books in Kansas City burned thousands of his books on Memorial Day weekend, as a protest against what he perceived as a lack of interest in reading.

"This is the funeral pyre for thought in America today," Wayne told spectators outside his bookstore as he lit the first batch of books. The fire blazed for about 50 minutes before the Kansas City Fire Department put it out because Wayne didn't have a permit for burning.Wayne said next time he will get a permit.

He said he plans monthly bonfires until his supply — estimated at 20,000 books — is exhausted. "After slogging through the tens of thousands of books and to have people turn you away when you take them somewhere, it's just kind of a knee-jerk reaction," he said.

Wayne said he has seen fewer customers in recent years as people more often get their information from television or the Internet. He pointed to a 2002 study by the National Endowment for the Arts, that found that less than half of adult respondents reported reading for pleasure, down from almost 57 percent in 1982.

The whole country has seen the number of used bookstores decline in recent years, and there are few independent bookstores left in town, said Will Leathem, a co-owner of Prospero's Books.

Dozens of other people took advantage of the book-burning, searching through the books waiting to go into the flames for last-minute bargains.
Mike Bechtel paid $10 for a stack of books, including an antique collection of children's literature, which he said he'd save for his 4-year-old son.

The point of the whole thing. Waye said that not reading a book is as good as burning it. Hmmmm.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Stealing Books and Writing

Ready for a true confession? When I was a kid I used to steal books from my school library. Okay...don't call the cops. I didn't actually steal them, I would always take them back after I had read them.

I took them because my school only allowed the students to check out two books a week. I wasn't a very fast reader, but I could read a lot more than two books a week. The librarian caught me one day and kicked me out of the library for the rest of the year. That was in sixth grade and it was the saddest school year I ever had.

Something a little similar happened to me the other day, when a librarian yelled at me (we were in cyberspace, so let's call it flaming) for asking how a writer might go about getting their novel into more public libraries. It offended her that I mentioned the title of my book; she thought I was advertising it.

Now...I have to admit that beginning authors do have a bad habit of name-dropping our book titles into conversations. Maybe we are trying to push ourselves, but I doubt it because most of us are so horribly shy. I think it more a way of reminding ourselves that someone thought we were good enough to publish. (There are days when that is all that keeps us going.)

This librarian was really angry with me and it made me feel terrible for a minute or two. But I think I will persist in asking the question, because I'm pretty sure that she was wrong. And so was the the school librarian in sixth grade. Librarians just shouldn't act that way. It doesn't go with the territory.


to those schools. concrete Okay. For all those who think

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

ForeWord Magazine Review of Death Game

BOOK REVIEW

Death Game by: Cheryl Swanson
Issue Month: May/June 2007 Category: Mystery Publisher: Zumaya Publications 306 pages , Softcover $14.99, PDF and HTML $6.99, 978-1-55410-326-3 ISBN: 9781554103256

There’s a fine line between games and reality and most of the time it is only the most disturbed people who cross that line—although they occasionally take the innocent with them. That’s what Cooper O’Brien discovers when she watches a video tape that shows her brother, Jimmie, killing another boy. She and her boss, attorney Rick Capra, view the footage on a surveillance tape from a client’s yacht. Although the face of the shooter is not immediately recognizable, the tee-shirt the boy is wearing is distinct. Cooper saw that shirt just this morning when she took Jimmie to school.
Cooper is pulled into this sharp, fast-paced mystery to prove that her brother couldn’t have pulled that trigger, but she is quickly caught up in a tide of intrigue that threatens to derail everything she has considered normal most of her life.
In this debut novel, the author weaves an intricate story with fine characterization and plenty of surprises. The pace is relentless and the language vivid. Early on, the reader is graced with this description of a troubled teenager: “Happiness rarely appeared on his face, and when it did it looked like a guest who had shown up at the wrong party—out of place and uncomfortable. It would hang around for a few moments then flee.”
Cooper has been responsible for her teenage brother since their parents died, and she is often at a loss as how to deal with his grief. This topic is handled with realism and emotional depth in the hands of an author who has known her share of pain.
Swanson holds a degree in education and biology from Arizona State University and has worked in the medical imaging field. She founded IntelliSys, a company that worked on pilot projects in imaging and robotic surgery with various medical colleges. She has written three nonfiction books, but her true love is fiction. Like her protagonist, Swanson has learned that life is not a game.
Review by: Maryann Miller