Commentary by Earl H. McDaniel, author of Between Lives, a novel, available on Amazon and Kindle:
I recently watched my old friend Bryan Denson on C-SPAN 2’s Book TV talk about his wonderful nonfiction book The Spy’s Son. If you missed it, you can find it on line at http://www.c-span.org/video/?325834-1/bryan-denson-spys-son. It is a fascinating story. The hour-long discussion and the book are absolutely worth your time.
This is a neat article that tells the story of two lifelong friends both of whom have published novels in the past month. The two guys are Bryan Denson, a friend of mine from my days at the York Daily Record, and Steve Kelly, a very good writer, journalist and human being whom I met through Bryan. Check it out: http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/howard/columbia/ph-ho-cf-steve-kelly-0409-20150416-story.html#page=1
If you would like me to attend a meeting of your book club or any other organization to discuss Between Lives or any of the issues facing the characters, I would love to do so. Contact me via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org
Between Lives is now available on BN.com, for you Barnes & Noble fans: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/between-lives-mr-earl-h-mcdaniel/1117705044?ean=9781475124422
The first chapter of the book is below. I hope you enjoy it.
They sat down to the most bountiful banquet in history.
They feasted on education, and they glowed in constant attention and analysis. They consumed hours of advertising fed to them via television, radio, newspapers and magazines. They wolfed down toys and games basted in the transformation from the machine age to the nuclear age. They quaffed rock, soul, metal and bubble gum music. They chewed up and spit out a president who sent them to war and a president who tried to steal the Constitution.
They drank in every pleasure they could, every game, every drink, every drug, every act of love, and they tossed into the garbage every rule that had been made for them.
They gorged themselves on bachelor’s degrees and master’s degrees and Ph.D.s. They gobbled up the ranks of corporate America and, after dinner, created their own companies.
Some of them who sat at the table had never been able to sit there before, but the many made room for the few, and everyone ate.
They ate and they ate, and they belched out a sense of entitlement and farted self-importance, and what they excreted, they thought was all their successors needed. Then they went back to the table for more. They sat down again and viewed the bounty, but now they saw others at the table, and they had to fight for what had previously been handed to them. Fewer and fewer of them won those fights until finally, there was no room at the table.
Not for them.