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Sobre mim The Sound of Building Coffins by Louis Maistros
is due for release on February 1, 2009 from The Toby Press.
Click the book cover image below to learn more about the novel.
Now available for PRE-ORDER at:
Amazon.com
Barnes & Noble
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From the publisher:
Meticulously drawn in lyrical prose, this tale of death and rebirth, devastation and redemption, will draw you into a world of beauty and pain, as alluring as it is dangerous. It is 1891 in New Orleans, and young Typhus Morningstar cycles under the light of the half-moon to fulfill his calling, rebirthing aborted fetuses in the fecund waters of the Mississippi River. He cannot know that nearby, events are unfolding that will change his life forever - events that were set in motion by a Voodoo curse gone awry 40 years before he was born. All will be irrevocably changed by a demonic struggle, and by the sound of a new musical form: jazz
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Quotes:
"The Society of North American Magic Realists welcomes its newest, most dazzling member, Louis Maistros. His debut novel is a thing of wonder, unlike anything in our literature. It startles. It stuns. It stupefies. No novel since CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES has done such justice to New Orleans. If Franz Kafka had been able to write like Peter Straub, this might have been the result."
– Donald Harington, Multiple award-winning novelist and recipient of the Oxford-American Lifetime Achievement Award.
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“Set in a meticulously researched, living and breathing Storyville-era New Orleans, The Sound of Building Coffins is variously an ultraviolet comedy, a family saga, and a meditation on race, class, and how those who think they're at the top of the heap seldom really are (more important points than ever in our post-Katrina landscape). Vividly drawn and frequently heartbreaking; a big, tremendously complex, absorbing, essential novel. Some authors live here all their lives and manage to write nothing but cliches about the city, but Louis Maistros gets it right the first time. The Sound of Building Coffins is easily one of the finest and truest pieces of New Orleans fiction I've ever read.”
- Poppy Z. Brite
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“Magical realism meets the seedy melting pot of early 20th-century New Orleans in this richly complex novel. The story has plenty of ghosts, magic, demons and, this being New Orleans, a ‘Cajun bogeyman’ named Coco Robicheux. It depicts a world where Jesus himself, speaking to a pastor busily wrestling with demons, would say ‘Get the fuck out of this house.’ It shows a place where outsiders are conned with elaborate scams that send them packing, none the wiser but considerably poorer. Those who survive this dangerous milieu are bound together by water, and the liquid becomes one of the novel's major leitmotifs. If all of this sounds improbable, it is. Yet this novel contains considerable wonders as well, and these wonders are more than enough to transcend the story's complexities.”
- Publisher's Weekly
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"Deeply original and as hypnotically strange as New Orleans itself, this novel breathes to life a magical realm. Louis Maistros' haunting characters are at once timeless and firmly tethered to their city's dark history."
– Elise Blackwell
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"This is not just historical fiction to me, but literature that illustrates human motivation soaked in the magic of human emotion. Everyone who is curious about or already in love with New Orleans should read this book."
– GiO, The Burlesque Queen of New Orleans
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“Louis Maistros has an original and dark vision, full of power.”
- Douglas Clegg
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“The nineteenth-century New Orleans that Maistros creates in The Sound of Building Coffins could not come from normal research; you can write a book like this only after spending years obsessed, trawling through old newspapers and out-of-print books and even the streets themselves for clues to evoke this vision of the city's earlier life. That he tells a strange and intriguing story - a horror novel about the birth of jazz - almost doesn't matter. The weird way that this commercial thriller sings its paean to that lost era reminds me of Russell Greenan's IT HAPPENED IN BOSTON?, another classic that defies the easy caricature.”
- Peter Orr
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“Maistros is an explosive new talent whose writing reverberates with color and subtle irony.”
- S .P. Somtow
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“The Sound of Building Coffins is a soulful work from a writer of the weird. Maistros does more than make you feel for his characters and their twisted, damaged lives; he makes you *want* to feel.”
- Paul G. Tremblay
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“The Sound of Building Coffins is a magnetic story with beautifully drawn characters that keep you turning the pages. Maistros captures the dialect, the neighborhood, the whole ambience of Old New Orleans superbly.”
- Raymond Buckland
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About Louie:
Louis Maistros is a longtime resident of the New Orleans 8th Ward neighborhood. A former forklift operator and self-taught writer with no formal training, his writing has appeared in publications such as the New Orleans Times-Picayune and the Baltimore City Paper. Along with his wife Elly, he currently owns and operates Louie's Juke Joint, a combination jazz record shop and Vodou botanica. He is mildly self-conscious about the fact that he shares a birthday with Lee Harvey Oswald, and is currently working out a conspiracy theory about that.
Louie is also a singer/songwriter. You can download some of his songs for free here.
And then there's this:
Words, music, images copyright 2006 by Louis Maistros
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“Times are not good here. The city is crumbling into ashes. It has been buried under a lava flood of taxes and frauds and maladministrations so that it has become only a study for archaeologists. … But it is better to live here in sackcloth and ashes, than to own the whole state of Ohio.” – Lafcadio Hearn on New Orleans, 1879

(Above photos taken by and copyrighted by Louis Maistros)
Please visit Louie's blog.
Also, please visit Louie's MySpace page and add him as a "friend."
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Loved it!!!!
escrito por timdt, às 11:18 am (EST) , May 23, 2009
escrito por BrianKeene, às 11:31 am (EST) , Apr 7, 2009
escrito por MissTeacher, às 7:18 pm (EST) , Apr 6, 2009
But the commute kicks all sorts of ass. :>)
Looking forward to the new book, man!
escrito por BrianKeene, às 11:34 am (EST) , Mar 13, 2009
Good to hear from you, man. Yeah, I'd love a copy. Address is PO Box 281, Craley PA 17312
escrito por BrianKeene, às 1:25 pm (EST) , Mar 12, 2009
Just a quick note to let you know that my new novel, Dirty Little Angels, is now available. Thought you might be interested since you're from NOLA. I was born and raised in New Orleans, and the novel is actually set there. Here's a summary in case you're interested:
Set in the slums of New Orleans, among clusters of crack houses and abandoned buildings, Dirty Little Angels is the story of sixteen year old Hailey Trosclair. When the Trosclair family suffers a string of financial hardships and a miscarriage, Hailey finds herself looking to God to save her family. When her prayers go unanswered, Hailey puts her faith in Moses Watkins, a failed preacher and ex-con. Fascinated by Moses's lopsided view of religion, Hailey, and her brother Cyrus, begin spending time down at an abandoned bank that Moses plans to convert into a drive-through church. Gradually, though, Moses's twisted religious beliefs become increasingly more violent, and Hailey and Cyrus soon find themselves trapped in a world of danger and fear from which there may be no escape.
If you'd like to read the first chapter, you can read it here:
http://christophertusa.com/blog/?page_id...
Take care,
Chris
escrito por cmtusa, às 7:31 pm (EST) , Mar 10, 2009
escrito por margad, às 9:49 pm (EST) , Feb 20, 2009
By Walt Whitman
Why! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with
any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet
and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--
mechanics, boatmen, farmers,
Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old
woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,
and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships,
with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
- Walt Whitman (1819 â 1892)
American poet, essayist, journalist, and humanist.
escrito por theoldman, às 12:00 pm (EST) , Feb 3, 2009
escrito por arnzen, às 7:48 pm (EST) , Sep 13, 2008
escrito por humidcity, às 1:01 am (EST) , Sep 11, 2008