Todayā€™s post is about inciting a riot and then getting off scot free. Hannah Vogel, as we know, never gets off scot free, no matter how glib she might be. This is because her author is mean to her and forces her to constantly confront Nazis in a time of escalating evil. Iā€™ve assured everyone that, between shootings and stabbings and poisonings, she sits around in Switzerland eating the really good chocolate and getting daily massages from a hot Swedish guy named Ulf. So far, no one believes me.
Iā€™m suffering from a bit of disbelief myself. According to my publisher and Amazon and Barnes & Noble and various other online sources, the paperback version of A NIGHT OF LONG KNIVES is being released TODAY. Yes, today. Sorry for shouting there, but Iā€™m excited.
I want to find my book in the wild (a bookstore) and take pictures and hold it and pet it and casually watch every single person who comes in to see if they will hold it and pet it and buy it. I want to turn its cover out when no one is looking. I want to write my name on it and stick the ā€œAutographed Copyā€ sticker on the front with my own hands.
But I canā€™t. I live on one of the most geographically remote islands on Earth and itā€™s turning out to be literarily remote as well. Our local Borders went out of business on Saturday. We bought ā€œThe Haynes Manual for the Starship Enterpriseā€ on the very last day, plus the first Ian Rutledge mystery because I felt that Inspector Rutledge has been through enough and couldnā€™t bear to think what might happen to him after closing. Which is a long way of saying: my book isnā€™t there this time, because there is, in point of fact, no there there.
We have a lovely indie bookstore called Kona Stories in the Keauhou Shopping Center. Iā€™ve bought most of my books there for the last few years and Iā€™ll definitely get to pet A NIGHT OF LONG KNIVES when it finally arrives there. But itā€™s not there yet.
So, Iā€™d like to incite a riot. Please rush to the nearest bookstore and look for the beautiful paperback with the zeppelin on the cover. Take pictures and pet it and turn its cover out. And, if you want, feel free to sign it and slap a sticker right on the front! Talk your way out of it if you can.

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