First the happy news, from commentor BGinCHI:
I have been keeping this close to the vest for a year since I sold it, but my debut novel comes out today… It is also, by very happy coincidence, Juneteenth!
The end of slavery is no guarantee of freedom. When Clayton McGhee journeys north with his parents and grandparents in search of a new life, they must build a homestead with their own labour and defend their right to own land from powerful vested interests and deep rooted prejudice. Thirty years later, Clayton is still forced to defend his livelihood and his family’s safety from racism and greed. But life is more complex now, as the men of influence in this increasingly mixed community find to their cost. When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed is a riveting adventure story about fathers and sons and the difficult moral choices which resound down the generations as America moves slowly towards freedom and equality after the death of Lincoln.
Here is a link to the publisher and the book at their site, in separate links.
It comes out today simultaneously in the UK, Ireland, the US and Canada (despite the date on Amazon which is incorrect). It is available as a paperback and an e-book.
Next, on the “All knowledge is contained in
fandom blogdom” principle, commentor Muddy has a literature question:
I read this story as a kid, and as it took place in the South Seas or such, I thought that maybe it was Robert Louis Stevenson. But I can’t find this story from him.
It was a short story about a British (or similar) guy, living a totally drunk life on some island. One night he is kidnapped by some local tribesman, and taken to sea. He goes though terrible travails sobering up of course, is really sick and etc. Wants the native to just kill him. I forget the details except that there was a lot of suffering.
But finally he comes through it, and he is back to himself. He doesn’t know why this guy has done it, but he’s saved his life! Turns out the native tribesman wanted him to get his soul back before killing and eating him, as it would not be a good sacrifice else.
I have searched high and low for this, but my internet finding skills are not the best. I wondered if you could ask this in an open thread to see if anyone from Balloon Juice knows the story, if you don’t know it yourself?
I’ve looked for this in a desultory way previously, but I really need to find it now because my Russian Blue tuxedo cat Ailill is suddenly gone, and it immediately made me think of this, it reminded me of him.
Finally, via a number of commentors, Jim Henley at High Clearing could badly use some financial assistance:
As part of my GoFundMe campaign (note: recent updates to summary and dollar goal) to underwrite exploring and now undergoing treatment at the University of Chicago for my recurrent tongue cancer, I offered blogging-to-specification as one of the rewards: donor picks the topic; I pick the opinion. So far many more people donated at that generous level than have redeemed the claim, which makes me worry that people no longer care what I think about things. But then, who’s fault is that?…