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Unique selections of books from our book buyer Paul Ingram. He compiles great lists of books on varying topics.

If you have any requests for recommendations, send Paul an email at paul@prairielights.com

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Lowboy

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Lowboy

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John Wray

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    On November 11 Lowboy ran to catch a train.  People were in his way but he was careful not to touch them.  He ran up the platform’s corrugated yellow lip and kept his eyes on the train’s cab, commanding it to wait.  The doors had closed already but they opened when he kicked them.  He couldn’t help but take that as a sign.—from Lowboy by John Wray, available in paperback

    Booksellers like to be able to suggest a book to a customer, based on another book they have loved.  One of the books that has always stuck in my mind as one-of-kind both in quality and in originality (thus hard to find anything like) is Mark Haddam’s The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, a magical novel seen through the eyes of an autistic boy.  Everybody loved it and everybody wanted something like it.
    John Wray’s newest book Lowboy should appeal to all those readers who enjoyed that wonderfully different narrative voice Mark Haddam was able to manage in Curious Incident.  Lowboy is Lowboy to himself, Heller to his strange charismatic girlfriend, and Will to his mother.  One day he decides that Global Warming will destroy the earth that day if he and his girlfriend Emily Wallace (quite sane) don’t do something about it, although he’s not quite sure what.  Emily goes with him despite the fact that he was once put in the hospital for tossing her off a subway platform. 
    Meanwhile, his mother, Violet, troubled if not crazy and sick with guilt that she might have caused Will’s troubles, has enlisted a very interesting missing persons cop, who accompanies her on a desperate search for the kid.  It reads like a thriller, but the character-based poignant story will disappoint those who crave Ludlum.  The sensitive characters are exposed to all the grit and dirt New York can provide, which they meet with an outsider’s courage that will stick in your memory. 
PAUL

 

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The Lost Books of the Odyssey

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The Lost Books of the Odyssey

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Zachary Mason

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Penelope's Elegy
Odysseus set foot on Ithaca trembling with wrath, his spear poisedto fly through the heart of the first man unwise enough to cross him.  He passed unopposed up to his old hall where instead of enemies he found his kinsmen turning to face him with wide eyes, exclaiming in wonder--he first thought it was a war-cry and nearly slew them.  They drew him in among them, touching and praising him, all astonishment and delight except for Penelope(whose face had been the ground for the figure of his dreams), hardly aged and oddly quiet, lingering alone in the back of the crowd.  He pushed his way through to her and reached out to touch her cheek but she evaded him and the crowd looked away, suddenly quiet, and Odysseus was aware that he had blundered.  The next day they showed him her grave.  For the rest of his time on Ithaka Odysseus avoided looking at her as she lingered in his house, staring out the window and idly running her fingertips over familiar things.  He mastered his desire to sieze her legs and kiss her thighs and hands for he knew she would turn to ash and shadow as soon as he touched her and moreover nothing is more disgraceful than to acknowledge the presence of the dead.
Chapter 6 The Lost Books of the Odyssey by Zachary Mason

 

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We all knew he’d be gone sooner or later, Salinger, that sadness of our young years.  We had endless conversations about what he might have in his safe or his root cellar that might push the saga of the Glass family along its way a bit farther.  Would lesser known Glassess grab the spotlight or would the memory of Seymour continue to influence all those whose lives he’d touched.  Maybe he was done with It’s a Wise Child and had decided  to take a shot at writing some of the Buddhist poems Seymour so often quoted to his brothers and sisters.
    For decades his few published books served as anti-depressants for this unhappy boomer, maybe thousands of unhappy boomers.  He introduced us to a kind of urban Buddhism that encouraged kindness, mindfulness, and simplicity of life.  He gave us Seymour Glass as a teacher.  He also gave us that sorrowful teenager, Holden Caulfield, whose troubles made our own unhappiness seem real and alive. 
    Everybody wonders what more is in his vault or his root cellar or wherever he kept his works in progress.   Has he ordered his work destroyed?  Probably.  Will some fast-talking publisher wrest a few manuscripts from the flames?  Who knows?  I’d love to know what happened to Holden Caulfield.  I’d love to read just one more of his perfect short stories. 
Paul