Hey readers! In anticipation of my new novel, An Authentic Derivative, I am releasing the first seven pages for free.
Click on the link below for a free pdf of the first 7 pages.
auth sample-pdf
“This reads like the monologue at the beginning of a later Wes Anderson film, as edited by Salinger. I don’t hate it.”
-Stephano Mugnaini
HERE you can contribute to the campaign to fund the production and promotion of the novel:
It’s one of those days where a nation is met with terrible news of unspeakable, unpardonable violence. We wish for less of those days. We cringe at the hearing of them. Sometimes we are quick to respond. Continue reading
Very soon, you will hear the announcement.
We here at Caleb Coy blog have been working day in, day out to produce a novel of sorts.
It will arrive this summer. In fact, here’s your first tease—a sketch by a Nashville graphic artist currently working on our cover.
How will we know about it? Subscribe to this blog, if you haven’t already. Subscribe to my Twitter (which you can find running below my stately picture in the right column). You will soon be invited to participate in a novel experience.
Unlike most of the novels you see in stores, this novel will not pass through the grindings of a traditional publisher. This novel will take passage through a more recently carved path—that of digital self publishing, specifically, by way of crowdfunding.
Using IndieGoGo, Caleb Coy is going to sell preordered copies of his brand new novel in order to crowd fund its production. It is in the spirit of the novel itself, and its narrator, to bring the story to the public in such a fashion. In other words, YOU can make this novel happen before it even happens.
Stay tuned. This novel is so hip it hasn’t even been published yet. Be one of the first to preorder it, and you can enjoy one of many upcoming perks.
When you teach, you reach a point at the end of the year where a blend of emotions trespass upon you and take you hostage. You are pleased to complete another year, excited at the prospects of next year’s plans, relieved that you survived various mishaps, afraid of what trials await you the following year, regretful of your mistakes, proud of the students you see moving on to their next adventures, mournful of the ones you will miss the most, tickled by the appreciation they have shown (well, some of them), but sometimes mostly empty—empty because that is your room at the end of the last day, your room for the entire summer. Continue reading
BIVOUAC
Twas a lubugrious time
to bivouac
in our bivy sack
but come the morning time
we went galumphing back.
Confrontational thoughts from a fellow blogger. Despite how tired we might be of the Bruce Jenner story, what angles are being neglected?
Part of me hates to bandwagon onto this topic, as so much has already been said. It is a bit strange that as our economy sputters, the Middle East burns, and our communities descend into violence, we choose to obsess over the personal decisions of someone who a few years ago would have been considered a D-list celebrity. However I’m going to do it; not because I feel compelled to support or attack Jenner, but because the transgendered movement—and our society’s response to that movement—is illustrative of a broader, more important trend.
There is a shift going on in our culture to deny objective reality and to substitute in its place subjective feelings. While we should respect and value the human rights of each individual, we do not have the “right” to determine our own reality, nor do we have the right to then force everyone else to go along with…
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Jonathan Franzen has said of fiction that if it “isn’t an author’s personal adventure into the frightening or the unknown” it “isn’t worth writing for anything but money.” The author’s passion we read in his the novel Freedom was hardly an adventure for money. This novel hurts to read. It makes you ache. It makes you depressed. I makes you yearn for the freedom of having finished it.
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“Men in prolonged battle are not normal men. When afterward they seem to be reticent- perhaps they do not remember.”
John Steinbeck
“Forever is composed of nows.”-Emily Dickenson
Part 3: The Vessel
[read Part 1: Strings and Part 2: Grass]
Quentin Jacobson had been searching for Margo Roth Spiegelman, but he had yet to go on a journey. Like Whitman, he needed to travel across the country, become exposed, truly listen for Margo. He needed to experience and understand that paper towns existed all over, with paper people living in all of them. “The world is full of people,” he comes to say, “full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently mismanaged.”
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PART 2: Grass
“You shall no longer take things 2nd or 3rd hand…nor feed on the specters in books.”-Walt Whitman
Who is Margo Roth Spiegelman? Is she a popular elite brat? Is she a culturally hip closet poetry nerd? Is she a deviant runaway? Is she a selfish drama queen? Is she damaged goods? Or is she just a tangled up girl whose strings are broken?
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CALEB COY 