A shadow is rising in the East. Actually, it’s the West. It’s rising in the West. But it did rise east of here over seventy years ago. Continue reading
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The Tenth Anniversary of An Authentic Derivative
Readers, it has been a decade since my novel, An Authentic Derivative.
Ten years ago, I self-published a satirical novel, using IndieGoGo to raise the funds for the production of the novel. Contributors got their own copy.
Hard to believe it’s ten years. But in case you missed it, here’s the skinny:
An Authentic Derivative
a Caleb Coy “novel”
An Authentic Derivative, is still available on Amazon.
Click HERE to order a print copy!
Click HERE to order an ebook on Kindle!
Indie rocker Garrett Sedgwick is a reclusive artist struggling to assert his identity to a sectarian fan base. Cynical graphic artist Neil Oberlin is given the task of sketching Sedgwick’s next album cover. However, proximity to the brooding musician begins to compound Neil’s own anxieties about himself, his generation, and Sedgwick’s great secret. Things are about to get awkward.
Set in Nashville, An Authentic Derivative tells the story of a generation of overeducated, over cultivated millennials.
- Read the first 7 pages for free HERE
- Read an excerpt from the novel, an interview with Indie rocker Garrett Sedgwick
- Read 9 selected passages from the novel
8/10/15 Bibliofreak names An Authentic Derivative “book of the week.”
Reviews:
“Imagine The Greate Gatsby told by a young and self-conscious David Foster Wallace born after 1980.” (James Bair, EnglishPlusLanguage Blog)
“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)
The funds to produce and promote the novel were raised through an IndieGoGo campaign. I am indebted to my friends, my family, and others who helped make possible my goal of publishing the novel independently.
Follow the protagonist, @GarrettSedgwick, on Twitter.
New Mystery Story Out And More!
Readers, this December marks my first appearance in a mystery/crime anthology!
You can order a copy of Mickey Finn: 20th Century Noir Volume 5 and read my story, “Three Sorry Langers.”
I can’t wait to get my copy.
Five Reasons Writers Reference Other Works
Maybe you were like me, reading the Ray Bradbury short story for the first time, “There Will Come Soft Rains.” You read about the robot characters in the house faithfully tending to the humans who are long gone. Then [SPOILER ALERT] a robot reads a poem, then the house burns to the ground. Continue reading
7 Books You Should Read But Can’t
This summer there are a lot of books out there you should read. But if you’ve already got a full stack, I complied a list of books you really ought to read, but can’t and never will, because they’re fictional. That way, you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the futility of knowing you will never pick up one of these legendary books.
Why We Read, and Give Up On Reading
Recently I took a poll. A question came to me after I read a passage that got me thinking about why we read, and why we give up on reading. Continue reading
English Teachers of My Youth: Mr. Campbell
That final year of high school, we all died. We were going to face that shadow guard to our IB certificate (or diploma), that infamous man, Mr. Campbell.
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English Teachers of My Youth: Mrs. Barbour
Creative Writing and Journalism—Mrs. B
In my second half of high school, I sank my teeth into writing endeavors under a single teacher who would come to be one of the most influential teachers I would ever have: Mrs. Barbour.
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English Teachers of My Youth: Mr. Bolte
11th grade: Mr. Bolte.
Junior year began the actual IB classes, incredibly rigorous examinations of difficult literature. We had to think more critically than ever before. Some of my friends were full IB, all 4 core classes plus like 2 or 3 extra being IB level. I would have died. And because I was not full IB, I felt the pressure to display my intelligence to my peers. But I also still wanted to be a goofball.
English Teachers Of My Youth: Mrs. Humphrey
8th grade: I was a big dog on middle school campus. I felt both able and allowed to be mischievous. And throughout most of the year I had mixed feelings about Mrs. Humphrey, the short, stern-faced, saccharine, classically PTA-mom-like teacher of my final middle school year.
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CALEB COY 