Friday, August 16, 2019

Indie August

   

Get out of the shark infested rut of reading only what Big 5 Publishers and influencers on their payrolls are recommending. There are a bunch of amazing INDIES out there!

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♬ Beggin' - Måneskin


@mudhousebooks A novel by Roy L. Pickering Jr. - available at Amazon. #booktok #blackbooktok ♬ Sweetest Pie - Megan Thee Stallion & Dua Lipa


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♬ Dynamite - BTS


@mudhousebooks Matters of Convenience: a novel - available at Amazon / #booktok ♬ Wicked Game - Chris Isaak


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Quotations from Matters of Convenience, Patches of Grey, and Feeding the Squirrels - by Roy L. Pickering Jr.

♬ No Ordinary Love - Sade



A number of book bloggers are extra willing to shine a spotlight and do some reviews of books by indie authors this month, coining it #IndieAugust. Better late than never to that party! If you are on the look-out for indie authored novels to read/review this month (or any other month for that matter), look no further. My offerings are Patches of Grey, Matters of Convenience, The Absolutely Amazing Adventures of Ava Appelsawse, and if money is tight and you're looking for literary freebies - my novella Feeding the Squirrels may be up your alley. If you are one of those readers able to proclaim at any point in the calendar year that "I #amreadingindie" then you are A-OK in my book, and I hope that you're open to checking out my books.

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Speaking of book reviews, see below for my thoughts on video for Stephen King's 11/22/63. He is in much less need of publicity than I am, but I'm all for shouting out great writers/writing whether everybody knows the author's name or nobody has ever heard of them...yet.





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And here's one more cool thing that I recommend checking out, particularly if you are the DIY type where fabric with amazing patterns is concerned.





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Tuesday, August 6, 2019

TONI MORRISON









REST IN POWER















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Tuesday, July 30, 2019

ROY'S BOOK REVIEWS - My new YouTube channel



Yes, it's true. I have decided to join the ranks of BookTubers who post videos sharing thoughts about various bookish matters on YouTube. Videos will be released to my channel ROY'S BOOK REVIEWS on a weekly basis. Please tune in each Tuesday (or whenever you can get around to them) to hear my thoughts on novels I have read over the years. Fingers crossed that I'll manage to hold your attention. My videos are all in the 10-minute range, give or take a couple minutes. Thoughts and opinions are 100% completely my own. None of these books were sent to me free of charge in exchange for a glowing report. If I loved a book, I let you know. If I hated it, I respectfully let you know. If I'm on the fence, I straddle and give you as much spoiler free details as I can to help you make up your mind about whether you care to check the book out. If you agree with what I've said, please let me know. If you disagree, please let me know. If you've been convinced to pick up a book based on my endorsement of it at ROY'S BOOK REVIEWS, that's fantastic. As a writer myself, I know that word of mouth is invaluable to both authors and readers in constant search of their next great read. So I'm thrilled to be spreading the news via YouTube videos that I have read plenty of great books, with countless others sitting on my TBR pile waiting for me to get around to them, and I encourage you to take a chance on as many as you can. First one up is my review of Philip Roth's novel THE PLOT AGAINST AMERICA.







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Wednesday, June 19, 2019

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The Plot Against AmericaThe Plot Against America by Philip Roth
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This was a very interesting piece of alternate historical fiction. Philip Roth asks the question - what if FDR had been defeated in his presidential run for a third term by the charismatic, anti-Semitic Charles Lindbergh whose main campaign promise was to keep the US out of World War II while having a darker motive for acquiring great power? Roth tells his story in a macro way as well as going micro and showing the impact of Lindbergh's presidency through the eyes of a boy in a Jewish family living in Newark, NJ. I decided to read this book upon learning that HBO is doing a movie adaptation of it, with portions being filmed in my neighborhood. I took the opportunity to visit the site of filming when it was taking place a few blocks from my house. It was a cool experience made cooler by getting to hang out with a few of the extras. I've long been a Philip Roth fan, and while this novel didn't impress me quite as much as the masterful American Pastoral or crack me up like the hilarious Portnoy's Complaint, it was still a great read. Parallels between the 1940's of Roth's imagination and our current political climate are striking. Simply switch the idea of a man who ascends to the presidency aided by a foreign government (Germany) with the idea of a man ascending to the presidency aided by a foreign government (Russia). Switch a celebrity with no previous political experience having an improbable, meteoric rise to the White House with a celebrity with no previous political experience having an improbable, meteoric rise to the White House. Switch people being thrown into hellish concentration camps because they're Jewish with people being thrown into hellish detention centers because they crossed a border in hope for a better way of life. One is hypothetical fiction, the other is the life we're living. The deeper into the book you get, the more you marvel at how Roth seemed to be stealing from a reality that hadn't happened yet by creating one that never happened. As a wise man once said, truth is stranger than fiction.

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Monday, March 4, 2019

Leaving Neverland



For years I have been an enormous Michael Jackson fan. Not the fanatical variety that dressed up like him and tried to emulate his every move, but I've been in awe of his musical talents from nearly as far back as I can remember. I've been around the block long enough to have watched him perform with his big brothers, ironically (in retrospect) seeming so much older than his years. At my first job as a summer camp counselor for 7, 8 and 9 year old kids at my church, the kids put on a talent show at the end. The girls performed Stop! In the Name of Love and the boys, led by this little guy who was a fantastic dancer, performed Dancing Machine. I remember hearing songs from Off the Wall the first time around and knowing immediately that there was a new sheriff in town. I expected him to become a big movie star after The Wiz but it turned out to be a one shot deal. Along with everyone else I recognized while watching Motown 25 that he was ready to explode to the next level. I remember anticipating the hyped debuts of videos such as Thriller and Remember the Time that actually turned out even cooler than we imagined they would be. In college I lied to a girl or two I was trying to impress, claiming to be one of the background dancers in Michael Jackson's video for Bad. I named one of my short stories after an MJ song (You've been hit by, you've been struck by...). If not quite a stan, I was definitely a Michael Jackson all caps FAN.

As Jackson got older he definitely got weirder. Stories about him grew increasingly disturbing. The odd changes to his appearance actually turned out to be useful distractions from odder, not particularly low whispers about his personal life. I remember feeling relieved when he married Lisa Marie Pressley. Maybe, in spite of some eccentricities, he was basically a normal guy after all. People try to take advantage of absurdly wealthy celebrities by making up salacious stories and suing them as a get rich quick scheme all the time. Michael Jackson was quirky because of an abnormal childhood, but nothing more sinister than that. I tried to believe this and was largely successful at convincing myself.

I was rocked when he died as evidenced when I wrote One Glove-One Love: Michael Jackson tribute and Michael Jackson Memorial Service. I knew there would never be another like him. Although I didn't consider him to be a music genius on the level of Miles Davis or Prince, Michael was certainly the ultimate entertainer. To make a proper comparison, rather than choosing another singer it probably makes more sense to compare him to Harry Houdini or Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus. Game changers!

Last night I watched the documentary Leaving Neverland. I've officially seen and heard enough. I can no longer see Michael Jackson as innocent until proven guilty. Now it's the other way around. At least I still have Janet...and Tito.







I would eventually learn why there was no appearance by the fathers in documentary. Not a whole lot of happy in these stories.






Yes there was a childlike quality to Michael Jackson,

 but to what degree was it a lure?














If you're not able to stomach watching the documentary (you certainly wouldn't be alone) but you are interested in this subject, I recommend reading this BuzzFeed article at minimum.

Some other stuff I found (while looking for a picture or two to accompany this post) to be taken with as large a grain of salt as you wish:

MJ and Boys;  NY Post article;  National Enquirer article




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Sunday, March 3, 2019

THE BLACK ATHLETE - Reprinted










Do African-Americans (and individuals of African heritage in general) tend to excel in athletic competition? If answered in the affirmative, what is the rationale behind this phenomenon? And most important of all, what are the implications of this reasoning?

Considered objectively, African-Americans clearly represent a significantly larger percentage of professional athletes (particularly at the most elite levels) than the portion of the population that they represent. This is beyond debate. On the track, if anyone will be gaining ground on Marion Jones or Maurice Greene any time soon, in all likelihood they will not have blonde hair and blue eyes. Whether in short distance sprints or long distance marathons, the person who crosses the finish line first usually has brown skin. On most teams in the NBA in recent history, if you were searching for a white man you would have been best served starting with the twelfth man on the bench, if there was one to be found at all. Disproportionate numbers of blacks occupy positions in the NFL that require the most speed, agility, and leaping ability. Think about it. If you were choosing sides for a game of pick up basketball and had to decide between the remaining white guy and the remaining black guy, all other characteristics appearing equal, whom would you choose?

Scientists have researched, and some even claim to have found physiological differences that prove members of one race are predisposed to do better at certain tasks than members of other races. If it is taken as factual that a person's heritage makes them more susceptible to a particular disease, then can an equally valid point not be made about one group of people genetically having faster twitch muscles than another?

And so, with both impartial numbers and unbiased science supporting the case, why is the statement that blacks are superior athletes to whites such a controversial one? Why do some people vehemently oppose such a seemingly obvious notion? The answer can be written in black and white. America is a land obsessed with race relations. Racial prejudice is by no means a lost art in the land of the free, home of the brave. So any broad statement that divides us along color lines will be open to great scrutiny. Even if a generality seems benign, it still constitutes a stereotype. Once a stereotype is accepted by those it is being pinned on, the argument for other less pleasant stigmas is strengthened. Is to accept being labeled as naturally faster worth the cost of also being considered inherently lazier, or less intelligent, or more criminal minded? Of course not. This is a clear cut case of the negatives far outweighing the positives. Sometimes evidence is best left ignored.


Besides, the latest wave of European imports and special American finds is slowly but surely bringing a semblance of racial balance to the NBA. If any race can be said to be tailor made to dominate Major League Baseball, that honor belongs not to blacks, but to Hispanics. Perhaps the next white heavyweight champion of the world is not lurking around a corner in nearby proximity (I was proven wrong here.  See Brothers Klitschko). But a Brit did recently manage to win and hold the belt for awhile, which is just about as fantastical as the plots of Rocky I through V.

It's just plain sense that those who were initially excluded from competing at the highest levels of sports would end up excelling when finally given the opportunity. As for dominating or at least achieving fair representation in coaching and front office positions, this is probably still a long time away. One barrier at a time. Changing institutionalized perceptions is a slow process, and Jackie Robinsons come around only every so often. So as tennis goes the way of the Williams sisters; Tiger Woods elevates himself farther and farther above his tennis brethren; and African-Americans continue to smash pigskin myths by demonstrating an aptitude for "thinking" positions like quarterback; those who long for a paler shade of sports are left to take solace for now that not too many folks who aren't greatly reddened by the sun have taken particular interest in ice hockey yet.

Speaking of ice hockey though...


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