John F. Blair Publishers have approved the Stillpoint Digital audiobook production Long Gone Daddies, narrated by David Kudler. A real departure from our earlier releases, David Wesley Williams’s twelve-bar blues of a novel is an exploration of love, fame, and the roots of song. Oh — and fathers and sons, as the name implies.
Publishers Weekly said, “This lyrical multi-generational musician’s tale marks veteran newspaperman Williams’s impressive first novel. . . . The historical backdrop, including a cameo by young Elvis as a busboy, adds delightful texture and rich depth to Williams’s fictional account of the early days of rock ‘n roll.” Foreword Reviews called it “a bluesy, smoke-tinged story of a man, his guitar, and the family lore that haunts and threatens to dismantle his future…At once dreamy and wild, a churning, soul-searching trip into the root of music making. Readers will find in this novel an immersive and imaginative experience.”
The book should be available for purchase in another couple of weeks, but in the mean time, here’s a taste:
I’ve just wrapped recording on my second full-length audiobook this month — David Wesley Williams lyrical novel of sex, family, and rock ‘n’ roll,Long Gone Daddies. As I was listening through just now, I realized that there were a lot of similarities between this bluesy book and my most recently completed (and soon-to-be-released) project, Uvi Poznansky’s Apart from Love. Both books dissect tangled, dysfunctional families featuring deeply fractured father-son relationships, each of which is hiding some very important secrets. And music is very much at the heart of each. Continue reading David Sings the Blues (and Other Classics)→
Whether I’m flipping paper pages, scanning through an ebook, listening to an audiobook or reading into a mic, reading a book is reading a book. Or is it?
As much as anyone, I live through words. I’ve been a professional actor. I’ve edited books. I’ve written them. I’ve narrated audiobooks. I’ve designed ebooks. It would be reasonable to say my life centers around words — that my life centers around reading.
But what does that mean?
My earliest memories have to do with books: being read to by my parents, reading along to picture books narrated on scratchy 45s, hiding under my covers with a flashlight and The Hobbit or Encyclopedia Brown. Many of my dearest adult memories are book related: reading the same copy of Ender’s Game side-by-side with my soon-to-be-wife; reading Where the Wild Things Are to my first-born and realizing that I remembered every word, having not seen the book in twenty-five years; reading all seven of the Harry Potter books (and many others) aloud to each of my daughters.