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Clovis Clovis

Clovis

Clovis

Clovis

 

The debut, eco-novel by Jack Clinton
 
Winner of the 2019 Best Book Award for LGBTQ Fiction

 

Montana NPR interviews Jack Clinton on April 19, 2018.

Workshop and book signing with Jack Clinton at the Jackson Hole Writer’s Conference, June 28, 2018; and at the Mendocino Coast Writer’s Conference. 2-4 August, 2018

Trapped in the orbit of the buttes and a black obsidian Clovis, Hanna is sure there’s nothing romantic about her hot and dusty job as an archeologist in the cultural and real desert. As she negotiates the misogyny of this no-woman’s-land, she’s on the move to evade physical and spiritual abuse at the hands of oil-field boys, and guard the damaged and angelic Paul. She’s vegetarian in a fast food wasteland and a transcendentalist who can’t quite catch the wave of nothingness. Her clan of fellow archeologists tries to keep her from harm, but everything she truly needs lies outside the aegis of their reach.

Clovis casts an eye across the vast, empty lands of the Western American basins where the endless clamor of petroleum developments rings tirelessly. Told from the point of view of a working crew of archeological contractors who labor to save endangered artifacts from the churning machinations of the CanAm gas pipeline, Clovis bears witness to the quiet environmental usurpation of American public lands.

Clinton’s novel explores the possible history of the Clovis people and their apocalyptic demise at the hands of their own elegant invention, the Clovis Point. The relevance of the eclipsed culture to the precarious balance of our own clouds the intense joys the characters feel as they navigate the wealth of the natural world.

Clinton’s novel is an artful literary response to the unutterable and largely ignored decline of our collective natural wealth. Clinton mixes a sardonic misanthropy of our own current environmental course with jubilation, and the joy of love, the celebration of the human condition, and the intense passion of being immersed in the natural world.

Clovis will continue Harvard Square Editions’ tradition of promoting fiction that furthers civil and environmental causes in a market that would rather leave such voices unheard.

 

 

 

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Clovis

by Jack Clinton

Release date: January 12, 2018
Genre: LGBT; eco-Fiction
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1-941861-53-0

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Praise for Clovis

 

“Clinton’s novel is an artful literary response to the unutterable and largely ignored decline of our collective natural wealth. Clinton mixes a sardonic misanthropy of our own current environmental course with jubilation, and the joy of love, the celebration of the human condition, and the intense passion of being immersed in the natural world. Clovis will continue Harvard Square Editions’ tradition of promoting fiction that furthers civil and environmental causes in a market that would rather leave such voices unheard.”

Eco-Fiction.com

 

“In Clovis, Jack Clinton spins a wonder-filled tale poetically rendered in the Western landscape, ripe with classic, modern-day struggles, and inhabited by characters you grow to love.”

Jackson Hole Skier Magazine

“Clovis is a lyrical tale set in the New West where the interests of oil companies clash with the need to preserve and record the artefacts left by long gone inhabitants of the land. In this novel, Hanna and her archeological compatriots are hired by CanAm Oil Company to assess the impact of an oil line on historical native sites. The complex relationships between her and her co-workers fascinate. The lush descriptions of the natural beauty she encounters are seductive. This is truly a wonderful look into the unique personality of people who choose to make a living doing field work. They are a breed apart. An excellent read that keeps you engaged from the beginning.”

Big Sky Independent Press, 4.5/5 Stars

“Clovis is a wonder of a novel that will dazzle you with its impassioned understanding of archeology, Western landscapes, and human connection. Jack Clinton’s writing about hiking and climbing and seeking solace in the outdoors is among the best I’ve ever read. In Hanna, Clinton has created an unconventional heroine for all seasons, a humane and restless seeker who can master every terrain except that of her own heart.”

—Alyson Hagy, author of Boleto

 

About the Author

Jack Clinton is the winner of the The Neltje Blanchan Award, for which $1,000, is given for the best poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, or script which is informed by a relationship with the natural world.

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Coda

Coda

Coda

 

Book Launch at the Harvard Coop

Join us for Rajani Kanth book launch/signing for the title Coda on June 13th

 

Book Launch at Barnes & Noble

Join us for Rajani Kanth book launch/signing for the title Coda from 2:00 to 5:00PM on April 16th, 7119 South 1300 East St, Midvale, UT 84047

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CODA chronicles the life, and afterlife, of the last human, in both flashback and future shock, after the apocalypse of the millennium, where timeless, misanthropic aggression, and blindness predictably destroy all life on Earth. Coda is a compelling philosophical, and quasi-theosophical, post-modernist narrative, that (re)solves eventually the Riddle of the Universe, from the unique vantage point of the last sentient being left alive to ponder the question of existence. It is the quest of a latter-day Siddhartha, albeit in the context of an apocalyptic  world  sundered by global  catastrophe.
RAJANI   KANTH, the author, has held affiliations with  some of the most prestigious universities in the world. He also has served as an advisor to the United Nations. He is the author/editor of several academic works in political economy and culture-critique,  is a novelist and poet, and has also scribed several screenplays.  He is a visiting scholar  at Harvard University  and  Trustee of the World Peace Congress.

He takes a keen interest in human wellbeing, women’s issues, peace, and environmental sustainability. His most  current academic work, in belles-lettres format, is The Post-Human Society. He also has published  a  book of  poetry, and  a self-help work on nutrition and health.

 

Coda


by Rajani Kanth

Release date: March 15, 2016
Genre: Cli-fi, Eco-fiction
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1-941861-11-0

“Rajani Kanth has held affiliations with some of the most prestigious universities in the world. He has also served as an advisor to the United Nations. A novelist, poet, and playwright, Kanth is the author and/or editor of several academic works in political economy and culture-critique. He is presently a visiting fellow at Harvard University, and permanent trustee of the World Peace Congress. “Coda” is a deftly crafted, thoughtful and thought-provoking work of impressively well written fiction that is very highly recommended for both community and academic library collections. Coda is especially commended to the attention of science fiction enthusiasts who appreciate deftly crafted post-apocalyptic novels.”

Midwest Book Review

“An incandescent mind”

—John McMurtry Ph.D, Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada, Professor of Philosophy, Author of The Cancer Stage of Capitalism from Crisis to Cure

“I recommend this book to all readers that like to think on what they read.”

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Sazzae
Sazzae Sazzae

Sazzae

Sazzae

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Fantastic praise for

J. L. Morin’s twice award-winning novel

 

“Japanese myth beautifully percolates into the lives of the three young people.”

The Harvard Independent

“Step into Sazzae and embark on an ethereal journey of lyrical imagery, manga-esque twists and turns, and intriguing characters at once both fanciful and engaging.”

— Alex Sanchez, Author of Rainbow Boys and Bait

“Morin’s wit can be delicious. Her Tokyo actuality puts Morin several cuts above contemporary American novelists who bash Japan.”

Canberra Times

“Her most delightful descriptions are of the intrigues in the personal lives of the protagonists.”

The Harvard Crimson

“Like opening an expensive box of chocolates.”

Sini Cedercreutz

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Winner of the eLit Gold medal, Sazzae opens the door to a wondrous cityscape where Japanese and American youth find each other in Tokyo. Discover the machinations of a lovers’ triangle, a painter’s inspiration, and an Untouchable’s dark secret through sensuous and evocative language. The pain and pleasures of Japan are remembered with lyric passion. Gold medalist in the 2010 eLit Book Awards and winner of a Living Now Book Award. J.L. Morin started writing Sazzae as a creative thesis at Harvard and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2011.

 

Excerpt of Sazzae, published in the Harvard Yisei Magazine

and as a novel.

© J.L. Morin

 

Shintaro’s bronze fist rose to the large metal 43. His fingers opened slowly, touched the numbers. Cold. He knocked.

“Just a minute,” came the voice from inside.

Shintaro straightened his jacket, realized he was smoking, put out the cigarette on the bottom of his shoe, and stuffed the butt into his pocket. The door opened.

“Hi,” Lois said. “What a surprise.”

Shintaro looked at his shoes.

“Um, how was the audition?” she quickly asked.

“The audition? Yes. I . . . blew it.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Are you sure?”

“Yes. I forgot the song.”

“Damn. You probably didn’t have time to learn it.”

“No. I didn’t sing that song. I sang ‘Strangers in the Night’.”

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Well. Come in.” She smiled and opened the door.

He followed her, not knowing what else to do. She looked especially nice today. He liked her best in her work clothes. She said she never wore skirts unless she had to. He wanted to say something about how pretty her sweater was or how nice she looked in a skirt, but all he could manage was, “Oh, you got a run.”

“Yeah, those subways. You know, so many people stepped on my feet. I think today is the record. I had to change stockings three times, and I was fifteen minutes late for work . . . .” The run started under her shoe and ended somewhere above her hemline.

Shintaro began untying his shoes.

“No, no, keep your shoes on. I’ve decided this is an American apartment. The floor’s dirty. Never mind. Come on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s O.K. The floor is very dirty.”

“Oh.”

“It’s tea time. I’ll make some tea.”

“Thank you.”

Lois went off to the kitchen. Shintaro walked around the apartment in his shoes. There was really nothing to it. Large space, large windows, nothing on the walls except a black painting with Lois’s name on the bottom. He stared at this.

Lois returned with two cups and a pot of tea. “Oh. Don’t look at that.”

“Sorry I wasn’t . . . . Why?”

“It’s no good.”

“Is it yours? I mean, did you?”

“Yes, I painted it.”

“It’s . . . what is it?”

“Some people who . . . have a lot of trouble keeping their feet on the ground.”

“They lives in the Floating World.”

“They live.”

“They live.”

“Yes,” she said. She sat on the couch and poured the tea. “I thought your generation didn’t know about that stuff.”

“Yes. But my grandfather love that stuff.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“I don’t remember, just you can leave the Floating world by . . . medi —”

“Meditation.”

“Yes. Meditation.”

“Or death?”

“Yes. But that’s not . . .”

“Practical.”

“Plactical?”

“What else does he say?”

“He think Japan is under the ‘Curse of the Green Snake.’ It’s Mishima. My grandfather likes the military.”

“And what is the ‘Curse of the Green Snake’?”

“I don’t know that word in English.”

She handed him the dictionary. Shintaro sat down, took a sip of tea, and flipped through the pages. “The theory or doctrine that ‘p’ ‘h’ ‘y’ ‘s’ ‘i’ ‘c’ ‘a’ ‘l’. What’s that?”

“Physical.” She tried to touch his chest, but he turned away.

“Physical well-being and worldly possessions con . . . constitute the greatest good and highest value in life. That’s ‘materialism’.”

“Hm. Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re not going to become a teen idol.”

“Yes, my grandfather must think so.”

“Does he know?”

“Yes, he discovered it today. But he doesn’t know I failed at the audition.”

“You didn’t tell him until today?”

“A kind of.”

“Why not. I mean, I don’t really think he’d be that angry considering that it’s the only way to become a singer in Japan.”

Shintaro took a sip of tea. He was blushing. “Yes,” he said, and said no more.

Lois leaned forward over the table. “Well why then?”

“It’s very difficult,” Shintaro said.

“Fine. I like difficult things.”

“You can’t understand it.”

“Come on, that’s not fair; you’re not trying.” She set her cup loudly down on the table.

Now Shintaro almost wished he hadn’t come, was about to make an excuse to leave. His hand reached for the dictionary instead. After looking up a couple of words, he closed the dictionary, put it down on the table, and repeated something a few times under his breath.

“What?” Lois said.

“American people are free to invent his own past.”

Lois thought about that for a minute. “So?”

“So, Japanese are not.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Told you,” he said.

There were certain things she wished she’d never taught him. “Come on.” She sighed, drew back her hair and tried again. “That’s too vague. You have to apply it.”

Shintaro picked up the dictionary. He looked up ‘vague,’ and ‘apply.’ “‘Apply’ is like ‘plactical’?”

“Yes.”

“I see.” His eyes drifted from the page to his fingertips, and followed the bones of his fingers up to his wrist. Three o’clock, his watch read. He lifted it to his face. “It’s late. I better go.” Shintaro stood up.

“Wait a minute,” Lois said.

Her eyes were big and deep.

“How are we supposed to be friends if you don’t trust me?” she asked. “Friends trust each other.”

Shintaro opened the dictionary again. Trust: firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing; confident belief; faith. Reliance on something in the future; hope. To have confidence in. To believe . . . . He closed the dictionary, was silent for a long time.

The telephone rang, one, two, three . . . eleven times. Shintaro looked up at Lois to see if she was going to answer it, but she just stared at Shintaro.

“O.K., I trust you don’t tell ANYONE. Even Maximilian.” Shintaro’s breathing was hard.

“I promise,” she said.

“Because I never told anyone. Not even Japanese, or Maximilian. You promise?”

“I said I promised. Don’t you believe me?”

“But this is real. No jokes.”

“I’m not joking.”

“O.K., well . . . .” He drained his cup. “Can I have some more tea please?”

She poured him another cup.

“A long time ago, before the Tokugawa Emperors of Japan — do you know about them?”

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Those were the emperor who kept the peace for hundreds of years. But before them even was a —” He looked up a few words in the dictionary, “a class of people called . . . burakumin.” Shintaro took a deep breath. He was surprised at himself for saying that word. “Do you know what that mean?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Relief. He could still leave and be safe. The words forced their way to the surface: “That mean . . .” He looked into the dictionary. “. . . that mean ‘untouchable’.” He fell silent. His hands were shaking.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Don’t you see? ‘Untouchable’ is the worst thing in the world. No one can discover that.”

“You mean your family was untouchable?”

“I mean ‘was’ and ‘is’, are the same in Japan. ‘Untouchable’ is dirty, not clean, like animals, people thinks.” Now he was shaking uncontrollably all over. “I am untouchable. That’s what I mean. I AM UNTOUCHABLE.” He turned his back to her.

Lois set down her tea cup, walked over to him. “Come on, that must have been so long ago. You are beautiful. Those silly superstitions don’t apply to you.” She put her arms around his shoulders.

He started, pushed her away. “Don’t touch!” he said.

“Look, I don’t believe those things. They’re not true.”

“No, you will be dirty.”

“I’m already dirty,” she said, stepping in front of him.

“This is not a joke.” He turned away again.

Her voice was small. She said, “Let me hug you.”

Shintaro stared at his feet. She pulled him close, wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him hard.

He stood frozen. The thin white arms finally around him. And she might as well be getting her feet stepped on in the subway as he lay in his futon. Might as well be teaching his English class. Or flirting with Maximilian. “You don’t understand,” he whispered. She might as well be in America.

“No, you don’t,” she said, and laughed, still holding him tight against her breast.

He did not cry.

The phone rang again. “Answer it,” he said.

Lois answered it. “Hi Maximilian . . . . Yeah, I heard it didn’t go so well . . . . Really? That’s great! . . . . No, no, he’s here. Yeah. I’ll let you talk to him. Just a minute.” She set down the receiver. “Shintaro, Maximilian is on the phone.”

“I . . . don’t want to talk.” He turned his face to the window.

“Just for a second? He has some news.”

“No.”

“Please?” She handed him the receiver.

“Hello what.”

“Sorry,” Maximilian said.

Shintaro held his breath.

“SORRY!” Maximilian said. “I didn’t know about the photos. It was Masami’s little prank. I guess he took it too far.”

Shintaro listened.

“I don’t want to argue with you. There’d be no one on my side. Look, Masami gave those photos back to Kato. He’ll tell you. Kato said he wants you anyway. Are you listening?”

“Yes.”

“You’re supposed to go to his office on Tuesday. I gave Lois the address. Got it?”

“I understand what you said.”

“Well are you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“I know how you feel. I really am sorry. I don’t know what Masami could have been thinking. O.K.?”

Shintaro exhaled.

“Well, put Lois on.”

Shintaro watched Lois take the phone, heard Maximilian’s voice, “Is he going to do it?”

“What?” Lois asked.

“Be a teen idol.”

“How should I know? They have to offer it to him first.”

“They will. I’m gonna give them a great stock tip. What they’re going to make on fish stock will cover the cost of promoting ‘Tomorrow’.” Although Maximilian didn’t like giving away his best stock tip, the idea of Shintaro failing the audition was unacceptable. He deserved to succeed, and Maximilian had to make sure it happened. Once the boy had the deal under his belt and had built up a little self-confidence, things would be different. They would both be comfortable, and then they’d see how they felt. “Come on. I know he talks to you. Is he going to accept? What’s going on with him? Tell me the truth.”

Shintaro slipped through the apartment door. He walked down the street humming the hunt song quietly to himself.

Shintaro sang, and lo! the falcon, as it burrowed into the snow. They sang the falcon hunt song as they marched back down the trail to their village. The untouchables. They hung the game on the pole at the center of the houses. The ancestor warmed himself by the fire pit. They told stories. It seemed a young girl had saved the life of a samurai with a blade of grass. When it was the ancestor’s turn, he simply unfolded his wonderful sash. The hunters stared. He hung it on the pole with the shiny falcons. What luck. They sang. As if it were alive, the purple sash flew with the singsong on the wind. Its silken skin captured the red and orange fire in its coolness, like the hottest of flames, like a tongue, like a flag hailing the great cause of the world. Indeed, there were many spirits hovering beyond the halo of fire, and as their number increased, the youths felt their boundlessness. It was the day of remembering dead souls. The sash fluttered triumphantly as if heralding a long-forgotten spirit. The men fell silent. Such a sash could only belong to royalty, and was not for them. Each knew the others’ fear. They could answer only with their own, and disbursed. Shintaro sang in a low voice as he walked along.

Autumn was something Shintaro knew, with its golden leaves. Autumn made Shintaro feel he should be back at school. He was wearing his burgundy sweater. He had told her. He got out of the station and rode his moped along the country road under a tunnel of trees with a feeling of enormous well-being. He felt for the first time that no matter what happened, he would be all right. His bike dipped into a puddle. He splashed the leaves on the roadside. He rode on into the sunshine past a field. He felt extraordinarily safe, with such a high level of ki, that he wondered if the energy had gathered around him because of some impending danger. But why shouldn’t he be all right? He knew he was not alone. He felt a presence, and expected to see his ancestor when he looked into the mirror on his handlebars. No one, of course. He vaguely wondered what was going to happen next, but he felt so reassured by the presence that he didn’t question it. He was already on the road. The trip would be long. He came to the end of the woods, and turned off the dirt road and onto a main road. When he arrived at the house, the angel had gone. yin yang

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Faggot Faggot

Faggot

Faggot

Faggot: An Appalachian Tale

A true story of tragedy,

despair, and hope for the future after surviving

a childhood of bullying

 

A young adult tale by Frank E. Billingsley

 

Debut true story on homosexuality, religion, overpopulation, and a boy’s desire to fit into a society that has marked him as an outcast.

A teenager tries to make sense of his life. He has turned cold, withdrawn, and depressed. He is different, and everyone knows. He is gay, living in a town that does not understand him. He lives in a family that does not know how to support him. He is abused emotionally, physically, and sexually for years. No one cares. No one helps. Then on one dark rainy night, everything changes.

Share in this story that debates religion, overpopulation, the human condition, and lays the case for the greater acceptance of the LGBT community.

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Faggot: An Appalachian Tale


A true story
by Frank Billingsley

Release date: July 9, 2015
Genre: Young Adult non-fiction; Autobiography
Price: $22.95
ISBN: 978-1941861073
96 pages; Trade paperback and eBook formats
Distribution: Ingram, Brodart, Baker, & Taylor, Gardners, Bertrams, Blackwell, B & N, Amazon, and bookstores everywhere

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“As a young-adult-oriented memoir, Faggot has been 30 years in the making. As a teenager, Frank E. Billingsley couldn’t understand why he was constantly bullied. Depressed and humiliated, he finally manages to find inspiration through a personal revelation on a dark, rainy night. Under 100 pages, this ‘Appalachian tale’ is ultimately a story of hope. Harvard Square Editions (harvardsquareeditions.com).”

Outsmart Magazine
 
“Well written, very inspirational, this book will keep you entertained for hours. I recommend it to the permanent library of all readers who appreciate a novel with a positive message of encouragement for those who feel different”

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About the Author

Frank Billingsley, an Ohioan, who considers himself a child of the world, spends time between Europe and the United States. Frank holds a Doctorate in Leadership and Administration, a Masters in Management, a Masters in Human Ecology, and a Bachelors in Psychology. He has over 20 years of professional experience in social work, teaching, administration, and as a university professor.

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Patchwork by Dan Loughry
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Patchwork

Patchwork

Patchwork

A debut novel

Dan Loughry

“Patchwork is an emotionally riveting, powerful and true-to-heart novel of two men whoserelationship unravels in the initial AIDS crisis. It’s also a telling tale offamily dynamics, picking up the pieces of shattered dreams and finding thestrength and courage to move forward. …a novel that brilliantly captures a truly devastating time period by tellingthe story of just one couple.”

 Edge Magazine

As it moves from Chicago in the late 80’s to Los Angeles on the cusp of a new millennium, Patchwork encompasses a mercurial decade in the lives of its characters. This debut novel – told with candor, insight, and a humor both gentle and scathing – sets the story of gay lovers in transition, and a family in the midst of personal upheaval, as they struggle to redefine themselves in the shadow of AIDS.

 
 

More Praise for Patchwork

“With the 30th anniversary of AIDS on many people’s minds, the arrival of Dan Loughry’s debut novel Patchwork (Harvard Square Editions) couldn’t come at a more crucial time.”

Bay Area Reporter 

 

“A deeply moving story of human relationships, yours and mine, in elegant prose that tackles tragedy and hope, loss and grief, with refreshing honestly and humor. Loughry’s brilliant voice and haunting story will follow you long after you’ve turned the last page.”

— Dora Levy Mossanen, author of HAREM and COURTESAN

 

“Dan Loughry is a maestro of memory and observation. In Patchwork, he achieves the impressive feat of telling a story that feels archetypal in its outlines – as it follows its protagonist through three eventful decades, from the beginning of the age of AIDS to the era of bemused long-term survivors – but ultimately wins us over through its masterful recording and layering of the specific human details and discoveries that make up a particular journey, and a particular life.”

— Dave Awl, editor of 200 NEO-FUTURIST PLAYS

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