Book Review: November Road, by Lou Berney

While watching Martin Scorcese’s 15-hour epic The Irishman, I kept wishing that I was watching the (as-yet-unmade) film of Lou Berney’s November Road. The two stories share the setting and macho posturing of 1960s-era mafiosos, but Berney’s story is far more personal and engaging. The story unwinds in the immediate aftermath of the Kennedy assassination in Dallas, 1963. We come to understand that our protagonist was a small cog in the wheels of the mafia machine that killed the president, and he himself is only beginning to understand what he has been a part of. When he realizes that everyone involved is getting whacked, he has to get out of town fast. With a killer on his tail, he stumbles upon a young divorcée and her two little girls. First he ingratiates himself, then he starts falling in love. The little family is a perfect cover for him--but he’s putting everyone at risk just by sticking around. If they can get to JFK, they can certainly get to him.

An old friend, Dave Medicus, puts out a fantastic podcast about books, The Inside Flap. Here's the episode where he interviews Lou Berney and finds out what the biggest rush of the author's life has been. (It has something to do with Stephen King.)

2019 Publications Round-up

In 2019, I received 96 rejections from literary magazines. These eight stories were accepted:

1. Always Running (Stain'd)
2. Cities of the Future (Suspect Press)
3. Satellite Presence (Retreat West)
4. Running Bear (F(r)iction)
5. Circle of Blazers (Chaleur)
6. Cloudscape (The Ghost Story)
7. Love and Death Under the Rain (Red Rock Review)
8. Little Paw (Infinite Worlds)

While I'm proud of all these publications, I'm not really sure what the point is in continually polishing my work and sending it out into the world. Despite eight successes, I'm still wearing the same shirts and driving the same car and going to bed at the same time every night. Rejection hasn't wrecked me, but acceptance hasn't affected me much, either. Some of the above publications are beautiful to hold in my hands--F(r)iction in particular is a gorgeous magazine--and I'm honored to have my work find a place in all their pages. And yet--so what? A few people, here and there, have presumably read my stories, but their reactions are unknown to me beyond a few thumbs-up on social media. Do they make it through to the last line? Do their eyes go still as they make some inner connection? Or do they skim a few paragraphs and move on? 

But it's worth remembering that I'm not really writing for that unknowable audience. I'm writing for a few close friends, and for myself, and I'd keep doing it even if I never get another acceptance. Although it would be nice to be able to splurge on some new shirts at some point. Bring it on, 2020. 

Notes on Social Media Cleanse

I did a Facebook blackout for a week, and ended up completely forgetting about the place—it was wonderful!

As a writer/musician, it’s not realistic for me to delete my account and walk away permanently—90% of the Indiegogo fundraising we did for our Firstimers debut album came from our heroic FB contacts. In the future, I hope to be able to entice some my social media friends into reading my novel, if it ever gets published. I know some brilliant people on FB, whose opinions I value, and I don’t want to lose those connections.

But walking away for a week felt great. The first hour was the hardest, when my thumb automatically opened the FB app on my phone several times like some kind of Pavlovian ingrained behavior. So I shifted the app onto another screen, buried among unused apps, and immediately forgot about it.

After a few days, I started getting a lot of FB emails: So-and-so posted a picture, somebody else replied to an event, whatever—which tells me that the algorithm noticed that I was inactive and wanted to pull me back in. That felt like a tiny victory. The best part is, when the week was finally over, I forgot to log back in. The app was no longer in its usual place, and my thumb had broken the habit of tapping it. I’m a few days late with this summary because of that. For those of you struggling with (a) the addictive nature of Facebook, and/or (b) the collusion of Facebook with white supremacy, right wing politics, and conspiracy-mongering, I highly recommend a week-long cleanse. You can come back, we’ll still be there. Where else can we go?

A.C. Koch on Facebook

RUNNING BEAR

What is the future of humanity? Can we survive our current dangerous flirtations with climate change and nuclear war? Do we even deserve to?

RUNNING BEAR tells the story of an ambitious project to design a mission capable of transporting a thousand highly-skilled humans to colonize another solar system, carrying along an Archive of everything that makes humanity worth saving--art, literature, cinema, poetry, and of course, science.

The story takes place over three interwoven time frames: Oscar Running Bear and his team of astronauts and scientists as they make their final preparations in the BioDome in the Nevada desert before ascending into orbit; Oscar's first conversations with the eccentric billionaire who's bankrolling the mission; and Oscar's troubled childhood on the Navajo reservation where he grew up. These three timelines collide in a bleak ending that seems to snuff out all hope for the mission and for humanity--and yet a few threads of hope remain.

RUNNING BEAR was awarded F(r)iction Magazine's Short Story Award in the spring of 2019, and has just been published online in issue #14--the Survival Issue. If you like what you read, rejoice: the story doesn't end here. In fact, this is just the opening chapter in a longer and more involved story, also titled RUNNING BEAR, which carries the story of the mission (and some of the same characters) much farther into the universe.

Art by Enrica Angiolni

Le Singe

Le Singe (2012)



Il ne faut jamais voir le singe dans les yeux--jamais!



Filmed with Gavin Dunnet's spooky-ass postcard. Seriously--don't look at it.

Night Shift

Night Shift (2010)



'Twas a spooky night, and 'tdidn't end well.



Filmed with Nick

Ezmoot's Wild Kingdom

Ezmoöt's Wild Kingdom (1999)



Sometimes the only thing keeping you sane is your non-stop monologue about the majestic dances of the moths in your window.



Filmed on location in Zacatecas, Mexico with Laura Grey in the spring of 1998. Not that many moths were harmed in the making of this motion picture.