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Showing posts with label book tours. Show all posts
Showing posts with label book tours. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Mountains calling my name--


Soon I am abandoning my little home ship and its crew (beloved humans, barky dog, and sleepy cats) and intend to go paddling off to the Carolinas to visit several Wofford College classes (thank you to Jeremy L. C. Jones, who is teaching A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage and Thaliad) and do a reading at Hub City Books.

Might read from the two books mentioned plus The Foliate Head. Or not. I haven't heard what is desired as yet. (If you want to know something about any of my books, see tabs above.) Update: evidently it will be The Foliate Head with dashes of the other books, since I'll be talking about the other two at Wofford.

I'm hoping to see novelist Elaine Neil Orr if I make landfall (mountainfall!) on time. I'll be in Cullowhee, North Carolina and Spartanburg, South Carolina, doing events and visiting family and friends.

Y'all take care while I'm gone, and be sure to love one another, okay?

Monday, September 16, 2013

Book-tour-and-collaboration friends--

Marly with Nathan Ballingrud at Malaprop's. Photo by Paul Digby.
Here are a few of the promised pictures from the August book tour--one from my reading with Nathan Balingrud at Malaprop's in Asheville, and several with the Digbys in front of my family home in Cullowhee. My mother made a splendid lunch for us all.

Lynn Digby and Marly. Photo by Paul Digby.
Lynn and Paul drove all the way from Alliance, Ohio to go to the reading and meet in person. We ate at an Indian restaurant with Nathan and then moseyed over to Malaprop's. A great stop, especially reading with the hometown boy! 

Paul Digby and Marly. Photo by Lynn Digby.
I've been e-friends with composer (and more--what doesn't he do?) Paul and painter Lynn quite a while, and I'm grateful to Paul for the lovely youtube videos he has done (and will do) of my poems--so grateful that I dedicated Thaliad to him (and to one other who has also been a friend to my work, John Wilson.)

Paul, Lynn, and I are collaborating on a work called Requiem (well, my part I'm currently calling The Gold Requiem) that will culminate in a gallery show with paintings, music, and poems. I'm looking forward to more music and paintings!

Paul took a picture of his plate! The small empty one at left
was a cold, lemony eggplant salad with Indigo Rose tomatoes.
Here he has onion tart, fresh creamed corn, butter beans,
corn bread with cracklin', white acre peas, and okra and tomatoes.
Very Southern. And much from my mother's garden.

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

On the road: fall

After the reading... Marly Youmans and poet Jeffery Beam at Flyleaf.
Photo by painter Laura Murphy Frankstone.
I'll be going back South in November to visit and talk at Wofford College, where Jeremy L. C. Jones is using both Thaliad and A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage in literature classes. I'll also be reading from The Foliate Head (and maybe more) at Hub City Books, and maybe doing a workshop. And I'm contemplating what else I might do while on the road or in the Carolinas...

Perhaps I'll add an event or two since I enjoyed my last Carolina tour so much--13 exhausting days of frolic and readings and roads. But right now I need to get children ready for school and do some ferrying.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

On the road, days 8-11

Photo by Rebecca Beatrice Miller, August 2013
After a splendiferous time in the Triangle, I toddled off to Cullowhee, where I am staying with my mother on top of a mountain with wonderful views. Yesterday we went to Asheville to see the little house where my eldest son is living--the place buried in flowers--and went out to dinner at Tupelo Honey.

I am especially excited about tomorrow's reading at Malaprop's in Asheville because Paul and Lynn Digby are coming all the way from Ohio to attend; Paul has made videos for my poems, and the three of us are working on a collaborative project involving poetry, music, and painting. Further, it will be fun to meet Nathan Ballingrud, who is my co-reader, and his friends. And I'll see lots of others, including my son and my wonderful high school English teacher, Nancy Potts Coward, who with always predicted a grand future in words for me--so sweet!

Now I have to figure out how to shorten a reading down to 20 minutes, though... And plan frolics! Frolics!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

On the road, day 5-7

Photo by Rebecca Beatrice Miller. August 2013.
NEXT UP: Reading with Nathan Ballingrud at Malaprop's, Asheville, 7 p.m., August 28th.

I had a pleasant, relaxed time in Raleigh, where I stayed with friends Bob Mosher and Jo Sumner for several days--thanks to them. Memorable moment: walking in the dark past thalictrum and sweet ginger lilies and then sitting on the patio at Boylan's Brewery, watching the sheet lightning playing in the clouds...

Back in Chapel Hill, I had a reading at McIntyre's in Pittsboro, visited with writers, and also went to several wonderful dinner parties with artists and writers and a composer--old friends and new--and all quite jolly. It seems quite wicked to namedrop, so I'll just say that I loved seeing them all. (And thanks to David and Laura Frankstone for putting up with me!)

And that's all the detail you get because I must go to bed in order to be off to western North Carolina tomorrow...

Thursday, August 22, 2013

On the road, day 4

Sketch from Laurelines, the blog of Laura Murphy Frankstone
August 21 

In the morning I had a wonderful time looking at the vigorous, intense acrylic paintings (shooting volcanic fire, roads rocketing over muscular Icelandic land masses, strange moons rising) of Laura Murphy Frankstone--all new paintings for her upcoming show at The Horace Williams House. So glad I slipped in just before they went to the framer.

After considerable stoppages and traffic and getting lost, I landed in Raleigh with my hosts, Jo Sumner and Bob Mosher. So happy to find their little green alley and park and jump out!

Marly, August 2013
Photo: Rebecca Beatrice Miller
And went on to a great crowd at Quail Ridge Books, where I read from The Foliate Head, Thaliad, and A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage. I was glad to see poet William Harmon and his wife Anne. I've been interested to see facebook friends show up at readings--Mamie Lewis Potter at Quail Ridge, Laura Giovanelli at Flyleaf.

At Quail Ridge, thanks to Tim and Tony and the other booksellers, and to longtime owner Nancy Olson, who has contributed so much to the literary life of the Triangle. She gave me the most beautiful introduction. I'm very happy to think that A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage was her favorite book of 2012, as she is such a wide reader and so perceptive. Luck and health to her in retirement.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

On the road, days 1-3

Mary Bullington, School Bus Geography
Aug 18-19  Drove to Roanoke, and stayed two nights with painter Mary Bullington. On the 19th we spent much of the day with wonderful potter Steve Mitchell, visiting his home and wandering about to look at his studio and kilns.

Unfortunately my camera had tumbled out of my bag back at the house, so no pictures of the marvelous pottery dump or the beautiful pots or the big kilns.

August 20  A lovely reading with a former neighbor from old Carrboro, Jay Bryan, with a good Flyleaf crowd on Airport Rd. in Chapel Hill. Great to see old neighbors and poet Jeffery Beam and heaps more. Lovely friends David and Laura Frankstone are putting up with me! And putting me up...

Tomorrow: I'm looking forward to seeing Laura's new paintings. Then I head off to Raleigh, where I will read at Quail Ridge Books, 7:30 pm.

Steve Mitchell

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The House of Words (no. 17): Metanoia: Philip Lee Williams


Another kind of metanoia: Philip Lee Williams. 


Today we'll start an interview with Philip Lee William that, among other things, looks at why he has altered his mode of communicating with his readership and moved from relying on New York publishers to the university press.

Phil and I have been correspondents for more than a decade, although we only met in person a few years ago. Oddly, we are both winners of The Michael Shaara Award, but Phil has wheelbarrow loads of awards and books and is a Georgia institution all on his own... If you don't know his work, you may pop over to www.philipleewilliams.com and take a look at his novels, nonfiction, and poetry (as well as some of his musical compositions.) A blog for his sixteenth (or is it seventeeth?) book, The Divine Comics, is also there. 

In addition to being an award-winning writer, Phil holds solid title to being one of the kindest men on the planet. That quality is not always rewarded in this world, but for me it has been a great pleasure to be his friend. And so I want to say that Phil is the most positive sort of proof that it is possible to be both a good man and a good writer.



Marly: Phil, you have published many books, won awards, been honored--how and why have you changed the way you relate to your public and to the publishing industry?

Phil: It has been nearly 27 years now since my first novel, The Heart of a Distant Forest, was published by W.W. Norton. (It's still in print, btw, in a trade softcover edition from the University of Georgia Press!) From the spring of that year until the summer of 2010, I did many, many dozens of appearances, autographings, speeches to benefit causes and so forth, from New York City to Los Angeles and points in between. I loved meeting with readers and fans of my work, and for many years, I traveled extensively. I published books with major NY publishers such as Random House, St. Martin's, Grove Press, Norton and so forth, as well as university and smaller regional presses.

By last summer, however, I realized several things. First off, I felt a sea-change was necessary in my public life. Where in the past I had spoken everywhere to help push my books and meet my readers, I began to believe that the old model of just showing up in person and signing a few books was no longer the best way to meet the public. Instead, social media, blogs, websites, and so forth are much more effective. I have even done hour-long phone hookups with book clubs that are fun. I also realized that I had simply run out of my need to travel and sell. As a result, I made a decision to severely limit my public life. I announced that I would no longer tour or do routine speeches, lectures, or autographings. Frankly, I wanted my private life back.


Continued

Monday, January 11, 2010

Give me your brain! Advise me...

Right now—when I am not lashing my daughter to finish her college applications or doing the FAFSA or meeting my deadlines on the 15th—I am pondering the issue of poetry book marketing.

Yes, marketing is boring and is easily left to marketers. But don’t go away! I need you! If you’re not a poet and not a marketer, I still need you because you’re not in the box. If you are a writer/marketer, tell me what you think works.

Yet it seems an impossible thing, doesn’t it, the selling of a book of poetry in these hard and quickly-changing days? The editor at a mid-size house told me recently that they have dropped their poetry line because none of the books broke 200 copies. 200 copies! And the names on that list were known names.

I have a book of poems coming out in 2011, probably somewhere from March to June. (That’s The Throne of Psyche from Mercer University Press; you can peek at the title poem here.) In terms of planning, that means now.

But we’ve all noticed that things have changed in the past few years. Publishers don’t fork out the money for book tours—and certainly not for poetry! And who can blame them? The free promotion in newspapers and other outlets has slipped away. Book pages have slipped away. The selling of a book of poetry is now the most daunting sell in Book World.

If you want a copy of my book when it arrives, great—leave a comment to say so and I’ll put you on my list. After all, Samuel Johnson often fed himself and Lily and Hodge the cats and the rest of his entourage with a book subscription service. Maybe we ought to revive such things.

But what I’m wondering is, what else can be done? Please put on your crazy, magic outside-the-box hat and speculate. People have done all kinds of antic things to sell novels—have flogged them on the subway, have been recipients of enormous book parties, have corralled people to help sell, have done blog tours.

Unfortunately for the marketing side of things, I am a rather modest person, the kind of person who—with an eighth book coming out—is still having good acquaintances in her tiny village find out that she is a writer. I dislike asking people to do anything for me for various reasons that are probably in the a-bit-mental category. This is not good when it comes to marketing! So I am venturing out of my doorstep to ask for advice, a first step.

One of the many things I’m considering is a book trailer. (Worthwhile? Worthless?) After all, I could hire my future film major daughter—get some use out of that great money-sluice, college.
I’m perfectly willing to do the traditional things—I’ll go where I need to go, but my children are three and my time is limited, and I need to make every event effective. I’m willing to go a distance, but not if I can’t sell books. (Sell enough books for me, and I’ll be there… For that matter, if you want my e-self, I’m always glad to visit blogs, answer serious and ridiculous questions, etc.) But I’m also interested in ideas about how to do things differently, and I just imagine that you (whoever, whatever you are) might have a quirky or brilliant idea. If you have a thought, please leave it.

Picture credit: Rebecca Beatrice Miller, 2009

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On book tours:
http://indiereader.com/zine_article.htm?id=31
Dispatches
Author Book Tour Turns Endangered Species

By John Douglas Marshall
“But the economy alone is not responsible for turning book tours into an endangered species. What delivered an equally severe blow to book tours was the concurrent implosion of the media business. Small turnouts at bookstore events could be justified as long as a book tour resulted in significant coverage in the local media. Newspapers, television and radio could extend the spotlight on a book and author well beyond the folks who actually turned up at a reading. But the local media landscape was rocked by a 6.0 earthquake of change. Newspapers cut book features and reviews, just one of their short-sighted desperation moves, a suicidal impulse since book readers were loyal newspaper readers. Local television talk shows were replaced by syndicated offerings from afar.”