Now’s the time. The worst of the winter is past and official
spring is only spitting distance away. Winter had such a hold on us this year that
we could be forgiven for losing sight of the fact that we were very nearly upon
the season of the speakeasy: to toss our toques and scarves aside and don our
spats and flapper dresses.
’Cause we’re about to
be live at The Jazz Palace http://bit.ly/1AWKSSS.
The link tells you everything you need to know. First, that
my wife Mary Morris is about to share with the rest of the world the novel, “The
Jazz Palace.” Soon the characters I’ve lived with for years – think Don Draper
of “Mad Men,” Walter White of “Breaking Bad” – will be fictive flesh.
I can’t wait to see what the rest of the world thinks of
Benny Lehrman, the drama king of “The Jazz Palace.” But like “MM” and “BB,” you
might be drawn more to others on the novel’s stage: Napoleon Hill. Or Pearl
Chimbrova. Opal or Anna. Or Mister Marcopolis.
Click on the events button http://bit.ly/1AWKSSS.
It will be filling with details in the days and months ahead. Your town or city
isn’t on the list? Get in touch with your local bookstore. In a book club? Put
it on the upcoming reading list. Maybe the author herself will come to discuss
it.
Be ahead of the curve, because in no time at all the book will
be everywhere. Everyone is invited to be there. To be live at “The Jazz Palace.”
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