Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Series Blast & Interview: Summertime by Chuck Gould

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Series Blast

 

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Book One

Chuck Gould

Genre: metaphysical fantasy

Publisher: Starry Night Publishing

Date of Publication: September 28, 2014

ISBN: 9781502523174

Number of pages: 298

Word Count:

Cover Artist: Larry Dubia

Book Description:

Wesley Perkins, successful and privileged advertising executive, makes an apparently impromptu purchase in a pawn shop. Almost immediately, he becomes immersed in a new reality. Old values evaporate. The line between good and evil seems inconsistent. Wesley is challenged to accept profound change, all the while juggling choices of enormous consequence.

Summertime, Book One, is the first portion of a story that delves into a surreal realm of metaphysical fantasy. Situational moralities are juxtaposed with omnipresent supernatural forces. Where the boundaries of our mundane lives intersect cosmic intents, events, and conspiracies, we can become overwhelmed by involuntary transformation. We look for surrogate sacrifices, and a home in Summertime.

Available on Amazon BN

Excerpt

Vanessa hated the basement. Even during the daylight hours, she ventured only reluctantly down the stair to do her laundry or occasionally retrieve something from storage. She knew there were rats in the basement. She often swept up their droppings, and it wasn’t unusual to hear something scraping against cardboard boxes as it ran along the base of the wall. Oddly enough, Vanessa seldom saw a rat. Infrequently, a sacrificial rat would appear- neck broken by the savage spring of Vanessa’s 17th Century style trap. Vanessa used to pretend she had caught “the” rat, and wouldn’t need to spend hundreds of dollars for an exterminator. Over the years, she had accepted an unhappy truce with her resident rodents. These days, she didn’t call an exterminator because there was always something that seemed a more important use of the money.

Vanessa found her flip flops and bathrobe, and headed for the stairway. Her open white bathrobe hung from her shoulders, contrasting with her dark skin but failing to provide any degree of modesty. She was reluctant to venture underground at night, but the weird idea that there might be some unexplained connection between Wesley Perkins and her probable grandfather, Judah Jones, couldn’t molder until daylight. She flipped the light switch at the top of the stairs. The loud snap of the switch initiated a series of electrical flashes, followed by the muffled explosion of a failing light globe. “Shit. One lightbulb in the whole damn basement, and it just burned out. Hell with it. I’m going down there anyway. I’ve got to, got to, got to figure this out.”

Vanessa tied her bathrobe across the front of her body, grabbed a fresh globe from a kitchen cabinet next to the stairway door, and stepped slowly into the blackness. A 90-degree bend at the top of the stairs prevented any usable amount of light from filtering in from the kitchen. Vanessa moved her feet slowly and deliberately between wooden treads, feeling her way in the darkness with heel and toe. A few steps from the bottom, she gasped at the sensation of something with tiny paws ran across her bare foot tops, dragging what felt like a coarse tail behind. She was sure she saw a pair of glowing eyes near the laundry sink. There was definitely a rustle among the storage boxes. Vanessa considered turning around and climbing back up the stairs. She wanted to act as though her visit to the basement could wait until morning, but she was compelled to conclude it could not.

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Book Two

Chuck Gould

Genre: Metaphysical fantasy

Publisher: Starry Night Publishing

Date of Publication: January 26, 2015

ISBN: 9781507681787

Number of pages: 316

Cover Artist: Larry Dubia

Book Description:

The metaphysical fantasy continues in this sequel to Summertime, Book One. Wesley Perkins spirals ever deeper into a world he struggles to understand, inextricably linked to the tragic past of a long dead blues musician, Judah Jones. His closest allies are Jones’ granddaughters. Wesley must endure a variety of forces attempting to manipulate his fate, after being warned about the dangers presented by his own ego.

Meanwhile, in Iberia Parish Louisiana, pilgrims seek a new home in a spiritual enclave established by a charlatan radio preacher. The entire community falls victim to an ancient heresy. Are these disparate universes part of a common, supernatural conflict?

Excerpt

Ira lodged Memphis Rail and the Family Jones at the Fairmont Hotel on Nob Hill. Mary Towne retired to her room upon arrival. Vanessa and Redd Wilmott shared a room, as did Wesley Perkins and Rebekah.

Art Abbott and John Flood sought out the Tonga Room and Hurricane Bar. Back in the 1940’s, the Fairmont converted the hotel’s indoor swimming pool to a Tiki bar. The pool became a rectangular lagoon, with a floating stage. A ship’s mast, tropical huts, Polynesian sculptures, and the fa├žade of an Asian house illuminate by paper lanterns instilled a dimly lit atmosphere. Faux thatched roofs hovered over tables around the perimeter of the pond.

A waitress approached their table.

“Tonga Mai Tai, please,” requested John.

Art chuckled. “You really want one of those candy ass drinks served in a phony coconut shell?”

“Shit, ya.”

“Make mine a Seagram’s and Seven, please, Miss,” said Art.

John rested his elbow on the table and his head on his fist. “Gonna be a big day tomorrow. Two shows, sold out. Who woulda thought? Even six months ago, we be lucky to sell four or five thousand seats.”

Art shook his head with a shiver. “Yeah, but are you really OK with this? I’m thinkin’ about that incident at Rain Crow. And a shitload of other stuff to boot. I heard you play the sax, once, a long time ago. You couldn’t get a goddam note out of that Wesley Perkins’ horn. What’s up with that?”

“Hell, I don’t know exactly. Seems spooky as shit, if you ask me. For now, I’ve just decided to ride along, ‘cause the money’s gonna be really good.”

“Money? Holy crap man, is all of this reduced to bein’ about money?”

“Well, no. But money’s a big part of it,” said John. “Was a time it was mostly about love. Hell, I’d a paid to drum for The Rail when we first started out. Now days, I’m mostly old, tired, worn out, and ready to give it up and go home.”

Art was ready to change the subject. “Check out that floatin’ stage.”

“Yeah, so what about it, other than it’s pretty small.”

“Ever think there’s this invisible line?”

John shifted to the opposite elbow. “Huh? I don’t follow you, really.”

“Like there’s this invisible line between where we are and where everybody else is. It’s sort of the edge of the stage, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, hell yeah. Most of the folks buyin’ tickets think that there’s some magical divide. Like we never have to take a piss halfway through a set. Like we ain’t put in fifty hours of rehearsal and made a hundred mistakes for every sixty seconds we have out shit together during a concert. Hell yeah, I get that.”

“So, that floatin’ stage just makes the point more directly. Sort of like there’s this middle ages moat or something.”

The waitress returned with the drinks. “Are you gentlemen staying here at the hotel? If so, we’d be pleased to start a tab and bill it to your room.”

A young woman passed their table. She stopped abruptly, and looked deliberately at the two musicians. She flashed a slow smile of recognition, coupled with a slight nod, before she waved very slightly and continued on her way. Art and John watched her hips shift back and forth beneath a short, tight skirt.

Art sipped his drink. “You see the posters?”

Author Interview

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

“Writer”. There’s a loaded term. When people ask me what I do, I always say that I’m a writer and a musician, but the language is entirely inadequate. We often fail to clearly distinguish between the magnificent artists and the rest of us trying to do the best we can. It’s a little presumptuous to say, “John Steinbeck, Ernest Hemingway, Mark Twain, and Charles Dickens were writers; and oh, by the way, I’m a writer too.”  I’m more comfortable in the role of “story teller” than “writer”.

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How long did it take to get your first book published?

My first book was non-fiction, targeted to a niche market. It was published, with an advance, by the first publisher to whom it was submitted.

Novels are a lot tougher. I read somewhere that two or three million new novels may be published and/or e-published in 2015. There’s a very poor “signal to noise ratio” right now. Let’s say your writing is so fantastic that elevates you to the top 1 percent of the craft. You’re still competing with 20,000 to 30,000 other equally good writers for the attention of traditional publishers.

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Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

For a number of years, I edited recreational boating magazines in the Pacific Northwest. I retired from that, as a full time endeavor, in May of 2014.  I spend one day each week working with the homeless population at an outreach facility here in Seattle.

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What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

“Summertime, Book Two” concludes the story that began in “Summertime, Book One”. The tale is a metaphysical fantasy, and that’s 20 words.  J

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Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

Starry Night Publishing, in East Rochester, New York. They have something of a hybrid model. For an upfront fee of just a few hundred dollars they proofread the manuscript, provide cover art, format for Kindle, Nook, and other e-platforms, and set up a print on demand paperback service. They do a very small amount of promotion, and leave it up to me to do most of the publicity.

I discovered I didn’t have the patience for the traditional “query an agency route.”  Rejections ten weeks after a query, from people who haven’t read even a single page of the manuscript, are practically indecent. If you want to tell an author his or her work has no commercial potential or redeeming artistic value, wouldn’t it make sense to first read at least a few thousand words of the content?

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How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

“Summertime” Books One and Two, took about 15 years.  I spent the first decade trying to avoid writing the story at all. Not everybody has been, or will be, entirely comfortable with the plot. Some of the characters can be disturbing. A good friend reported she had to take a week-long break from reading “Book One”, as it was inspiring some strange and vivid dreams. Others have remarked they continued thinking about the books long after they finished them, as I was afraid might be the case.

Once I started to write, it took about 3 years to create the rough draft, get it critiqued and peer reviewed by other writers, rewrite to resolve inconsistencies and incorporate improvements, and finally call if “finished”. I learned enough in the process that my next book should only take about 18 months.

 

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

I’m a few chapters into a work called “The Rabbi”. It’s somewhere between a historical novel, and alternative history. It’s a speculative account of the first 30 years of the life of Yeshua, the Nazarene. There is actually a lot of apocryphal source material to draw on for those 30 years, but almost nothing included in the orthodox scriptures.

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Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?

In the “Summertime” books, my favorite character is probably Rebekah Hayes. She and her sister, Vanessa, are the granddaughters of a blues musician. Rebekah is smart as a whip, seldom intimidated, (she once worked as a pole dancer), and although swept up in a maelstrom of supernatural events she remains slightly skeptical of anything the defies rational explanation.

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Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

I spend a very long time getting to know my characters before writing anything at all. Sometimes, I suspect that my characters are actually telling the story, and I’m merely along for the ride to write everything down.

When I write, I don’t listen to music. I “listen” to my characters. It is, after all, their story.

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Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

Every one of which I am aware.

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Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

The book exists, at least in all of the major parameters, somewhere in my subconscious before I start to write. I give it a name right away, if only to assert some authority over the content.

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How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?

 

In fiction, I try to find names that sound as though they belong together. I think it helps validate the reality. Most of the names in the “Summertime” books are snatched directly from my family tree. Some of the names have been reversed or modified, but nearly all the names were common in or around Topsfield, MA, in the 17th and 18th Centuries.

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Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")

My character Vanessa Hayes observed, “Man is a spiritual being, who lives in a spiritual universe.”

The Cardinal remarks, more than once, that time (at least as imagined by human beings) does not actually exist.

There’s some heavier stuff about surrogate sacrifice, and the price thereof.

And in the end, there are a lot of pilgrims simply trying to find a way home.

 

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Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

I read almost everything on line.

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Your favorite food is?

Favorite meat: grass fed American bison. Favorite vegetable: green peppers. Favorite fruit: pineapple and/or fresh strawberries. Favorite beer: Guinness. Favorite single malt: Springbank and/or Laphroaig

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Your favorite singer/group is?

Right this minute- Etta James, but I can be pretty fickle. Might be Janis Joplin, or Shemekia Copeland when I wake up tomorrow. Etta’s voice is almost identical to that of Mary Towne. Mary is the lead singer for Memphis Rail, the most successful blues band in the “Summertime” books.

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Your favorite artist is?

Salvador Dali

 

About The Author

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Seattle native Chuck Gould is a writer and musician.

Formerly editor of Nor’westing Magazine and editor emeritus of Pacific Nor’West Boating, he has written over 1,000 articles for recreational boating magazines.

Chuck plays a variety of keyboard instruments, and enjoys the “exercise in humility” attempting to master the great highland bagpipe.

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