I’m currently reading The Pope of Palm Beach by the amazing Tim Dorsey. There’s a scene where one of his characters staggers in to breakfast because he had stayed up all night to finish a book he was reading. This was a person who hadn’t read since high school, but the right book, the right author had opened up a new world to him.
It’s almost like a magic trick, isn’t it? I mean, they’re just words on a page. But in the hands of a skilled writer they’re so much more. Characters become real people and the reader enters the story without conscious awareness. The outside world recedes; the pages seem to turn themselves; the words become dim, until their import is felt and heard rather than seen on a screen or paper. The long night retreats in the face of a fresh dawn. A new reader is born.
My next book, Pieces of January, comes out June 20, and is currently available for pre-order. It’s a good story. If you read it, I hope the words will disappear.