On July 13, 2015, we adopted this awesome little guy in Tai Yuan, China. We are happy, tired, and oozing big, big love. More soon!
I’m oh-so-thankful for this beautiful review of THE ART OF FLOATING. There’s more, and if you’re compelled to read the entire review, click here:
“…What is so beautiful, haunting, and even bewildering, about this novel is the way in which Bair O’Keeffe can first introduce us to a story we think we know, and twist it into something symbolic, surreal and highly-bodily, which immediately removes The Art of Floating from the common “beach read” section and propels it to the realm of literary fiction—and presents it as a gorgeous example of literary fiction, at that.
“When I was first introduced to this title, I did the unthinkable thing—something that I am very guilty of doing on a regular basis, despite my extreme dislike for spoilers: I read the back cover. And I knew, deep in my gut (perhaps in the same place where Sia finds her flopping fish), that this book was different. In the first line of the synopsis, it summarizes, “When her beloved husband, Jackson, disappeared without a trace, popular novelist Sia Dane stopped writing, closed down her house, stuffed her heart into a cage, and started floating.” I read that line over and over, gushing with excitement, at the sheer potential of the novel being refreshing and different. When the book arrived at my home, I wanted so badly to break the reading order of books I had “scheduled” before this one, but I held my ground, clenched my teeth, and waited until it was Bair O’Keeffe’s turn—and, boy, was it worth the wait.
“It was more than I could have bargained for, expected, or dreamed of. The events detailed on the back cover do indeed happen, for real, within the context of this novel. This reality is created and made acceptable—made beautiful and strange and heart-felt—within the first several pages of the book, when Sia discovers the man on the beach (who she names “Toad”) and feels a literal wave of his sadness enter her body—as well as a large, flopping fish in her stomach, which she feels move whenever she feels empathy for another person. Obviously, this is outside the operational realm of our bodies and the abilities of them; but that, in the end, is what makes these surreal moves so beautiful and true, when we are given that image that is, at once, strange and capable of retelling those emotions that we otherwise feel are beyond the reach of description. In their surreal nature, they apply truth….”
Yesterday I did a “meet & greet” at Barnes & Noble in Salem, NH. The setup?
Me. A small table with a lot of copies of THE ART OF FLOATING at the entrance to the store. Goal? Talk to folks & sell those books!
At 2:00 pm, this:
At 3:45 pm, this:
Huzzah! So much fun there. Awesome customers/readers, great staff and managers, and so many wonderful books! Big thanks to all!
Had a terrific evening last night at the Andover Bookstore in Andover, MA! Big, energetic crowd. Terrifically passionate booksellers. A fire in the fireplace. The most awesome bookstore sign on the podium. Smart, creative questions from folks in the crowd. And lots of love for THE ART OF FLOATING.
The only tough part was that just before the event, I heard that Gabriel García Márquez had passed away. I cried a good bit…and have lots more to say about him in a future blog post…but I’m so grateful that I, and the world, had him for 87 years.
Thanks to all!
Oh, so happy to share this good news!
My next novel will be published in early 2014 by Penguin’s Berkley Books!
And the title is:
“THE ART OF FLOATING”
Huge thanks to my kick-arse agent Barbara Poelle! And a big SMOOCH to all the friends, family, and writers around the world who support me in this writing life. Y’all rock!