Greeting, BHB friends! January tour dates for John Adam Wasowicz and his novel, Daingerfield Island, have been rescheduled for February. We apologize for the inconvenience, and thank you for your wonderful support. We hope to see you in February! You can view the updated schedule on our Events page. No changes have been made to current February or March dates.
BrickHouse Books’ author John Adam Wasowicz recently mused on the impact of independent bookstores on our local Main Streets. Published by the Washington Independent Review of Books, “Bookstores: The Heart of Main Street” was inspired by Wasowicz’s first-hand experiences in independent bookstores during his tour for Daingerfield Island. The essay is a must-read for any bookstore lover whose been worried about the stability of brick and mortars in a digital age.
We’re fast approaching the New Year, and with it, more events with BrickHouse Books authors! January, February, and March already include new tour dates for John Adam Wasowicz and his novel, Daingerfield Island!
The Brattleboro Reformer (Vermont) recently interviewed author John Adam Wasowicz about his career, his New England roots, and his recent release, Daingerfield Island. In the interview, John reveals his inspiration for the mystery/thriller novel, and teases about its in-progress sequel, Jones Point.
You can read the interview in its entirety at www.reformer.com.
BrickHouse Books’ Prose Editor recently reviewed Erin Adair-Hodges’ debut poetry collection, Let’s All Die Happy (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2017), in the Winter 2017 edition of the Adirondack Review. You can read the review online here: adirondackreview.homestead.com.
This month, we’re bringing you a holiday edition of our featured monthly excerpts with selections from Donald Richardson’s ReUNIONS! Enjoy these three poems, selected by the poet himself!
After hours of drunken sledding late
that snow-covered Christmas night
then back again in the warm house
after shedding our coats
we looked around to find one blond head
missing. We went back out to look and
my sister’s big husband found him pissed and
passed out in a snow drift just above the barns
between some huge boxwoods deep in snow
on his way up the serpentine walk to the big house
(he surely would have died right there)
and saved him to spend the better part
of the next forty years or so
still missing, drunk or passed out
to die at 55 on the coast of Maine
somewhere. . .
but there was never
any better place, softer, quieter
than that deep pure white snow late
Christmas night of 1968.
I knownamalot to whitely quietly dream
of us sledding the huge hill behind Tacaro
on a quite drunk Christmas Eve
now almost 50 years ago.
I couldn’t see the snow;
it kept melting in my eyes,
in my hands, my frozen tears
in my head. It has never melted from
back there in 1968 December 24
and the last Christmas
we would see all of us together
in it blindly racing down the big hill,
the biggest we all might see
through the snow gone to
yesterday or Yesterday’s (a friend’s bar)
to somewhere we would know
only when we got there,
and other hills, other snows, other bars
would find us incomplete
alive and dead all the years since
that particular miracle just melted
before our eyes ever understood
the miracle we were inside of
that was almost all ours
and always would be.
There Are Two Sides
like every argument
has two sides and
what you need
to understand is
what lies between,
how deep it is,
how strong the current is
how far can you swim.
The Beacon recently reviewed John Adam Wasowicz’s Daingerfield Island, calling it “riveting” and warning readers that they’ll “have trouble putting this book down between chapters, so plan on reading it in one sitting.” We agree!
You can read the review in its entirety on the Beacon’s website. If you’d like to pick up a signed copy of Daingerfield Island, see our Events page for upcoming signings and appearances by John Adam Wasowicz!