A Welcome Encomium

It was my first book, and I found out that publishers were looking for a book just like the one I was pitching to them

So I had to tear it all down and start again . . . and that’s when it really came to life. After more than a year of hammer-and-tongs revision—rebuilding from the ground up, actually—I got an offer and became a published author. 

I have not made enough money to retire and move to Beverly Hills . . . but I do sell a few copies of The Price of Passage. Mostly, I sell them face-to-face, to folks looking for a good read from an author they trust. Many of these sales are very gratifying, in terms of new friends made. 

Sometimes, I get feedback, and when I do, it really makes my day. Here’s a recent email from Lisa Tareski, used here with her express permission:

Dear Mr. Sommers,

I purchased your book on Saturday at the Book Fair in Middleton. I started reading that night and couldn’t put it down, it was so enjoyable. Reading about Anders and Maria made me think about my great great grandparents, who also emigrated from Norway around that time. I wondered and hoped they would have acted the same if they had experienced what Anders did.  

Your story pulled me in, and made me feel like I was there, seeing and feeling everything the characters saw and felt.  I have not read anything in so long that has made me care so much. 

I know your book is fiction, but I was still thrilled that Daniel literally and figuratively became a “Free Man.”

I think if my grandfather was still alive, he would have loved your book. I had initially bought it for my mom, but I’m going to order one for my aunt and another for my uncle. 

Thank you so much for writing such a beautiful story. You have both entertained and inspired me. 

Very truly yours,

Lisa Tareski 

Messages like that make an old author’s heart sing. They make me remember why I went to the trouble of completely remaking a book I thought I had already written. 

You might enjoy The Price of Passage, too. It’s about the yearning for freedom.

So I wrote this novel, in which a couple of Norwegian immigrants, Anders and Maria, strive to get free of the constraints of life in the Old World. And when they free themselves by coming to the New World, they encounter a man, Daniel, who needs to get out of the literal chains of slavery. They have to decide how much of their own new-found freedom they will hazard to help somebody else seeking freedom, too. 

Everybody in this story is going through a passage, from bondage to freedom, and they pay the price of passage in all kinds of ways. And that’s the story.

It’s available in paperback or hardcover, of course at Amazon, but you can also get it directly from the publisher, Three Towers Press.

And when you find yourself bowled over by the wonderfulness of the story, feel free to drop me a line. 

Blessings,

Larry F. Sommers

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If I Were Robert Frost

Robert Frost
William Shakespeare.

. . . I would put this in verse. Or if I were Shakespeare, I would write it in blank verse and make it comical, tragical, or historical. But I’m not Robert Frost, and I’m certainly not William Shakespeare, so here it is, and you’ll just have to imagine it’s poetic and comical, tragical, or historical:

(Written in Late October)

My dog took me out for a walk around the block on a sunny, windy day with gold leaves flying through the bright blue sky. 

Photo by Jon Sailer on Unsplash.

The question was in some doubt, as our glorious summer has been hanging on irrationally long. But today, it’s football weather, gorgeous weather, and one feels the stirring of one’s blood as locust and birch betray their year’s-end destinies.

Every year it’s easier to see the autumn as a metaphor for my time of life.

This year I am eighty. It has only now dawned on me that when my time comes, there will be no protocol or ceremony. I’ll just leave. All that pertains to me will dry up and blow away in an instant. I may live on in memories for a few years or decades, but that’s all.

It means I’m radically free. 

Suppose I were busy assembling an empire, and only Tierra del Fuego remained beyond my grasp. Should I die with that region unmastered, or should I manage to complete my world first—no matter. When you’re gone, everything and everyone else keeps going. 

That’s how it is. Life is change. 

Whatever is important, all I can do is enjoy it now.

My life is equal parts pleasure and delight. There is little of pain or even mild discomfort, so far. I am content, and Fooboo is pleased to drag me around the block.

Blessings,

Larry F. Sommers

Your New Favorite Writer