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The Plucky Reader

A boy, his books, and a blog

Triumphant Return

January 22, 2020

2019 summed up:

If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

So, the long version of things is 2019 was a rough year for me. Every time I got on here to post a blog, all I could think to do was talk about how bad things were in my life. And the rational part of me–that part that I bury deep because I much prefer to be emotional and that makes me “quirky”–couldn’t claw its way out of a hole. All I could see was darkness surrounding me, and for no reason.

I know I’ve written about my depression on here before, so I try not to be a broken record about things. But this was a particularly rough year. The best way I can quantify it is this: it was my least productive year, maybe in my entire life. I didn’t read much. I didn’t paint much. I didn’t leave my house much.

I allowed myself to be pulled into this endless cycle of going to work and coming home. And when I’d get home, I’d be so tired that writing or reading were the last things I could even fathom doing. What I could fathom doing was getting on here and letting my fingers rip everybody with whom I’d come into contact that day to shreds. So I just didn’t type anything.

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Review – Off the Grid by Robert McCaw

September 30, 2019

Kilauea’s smoldering lava fields — a unique place to bury the bodies.

Recently, I had the pleasure of reading a new crime novel by Robert McCaw, Off the Grid. And it’s like the jacket copy was made just for me.

For those of you who don’t know, I am the co-host of a true crime podcast, Lifetime Sentence. I am a true crime addict. I watch Forensic Files and everything Investigation Discovery has to offer. I’ve made a hobby of talking about murder. I know, I know. It’s so morbid. You don’t have to tell me.

All that to say, a book about murders in Hawaii seemed like the perfect read for me, especially following a book that I was not quite feeling. And what a breath of fresh air this was, too! I mean, as fresh as murder can possibly be.

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Review – Lions of the Sky by Paco Chierici

September 26, 2019

Do any of you remember the original Top Gun? Tom Cruise, the reckless bad boy in a flight suit. The killer soundtrack (my mother-in-law listened to her copy of the soundtrack so many times that it stopped working recently). The action. The needless love story. It was one of the few movies I actually watched as a kid (I’ve never been a movie kind of person.)

Some time ago, I got an email asking if I’d like to read an upcoming book billed as “Top Gun for the new millennium,” there was no way I could say no. I didn’t even read the jacket copy, which is unusual for me. I just gladly accepted a copy of the book, excited to read an action book.

I’m not typically an action reader. My books are always slow-burn kind of books. I like quiet. I like espionage. I like books that take their time and pull me in. So I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when I finally got the chance to read Lions of the Sky.

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A Very Plucky Hiatus

September 22, 2019

So… You may have noticed I’ve been gone for a while. You may not have, I don’t know. But the fact remains, I have been gone for nearly three months from the Pluckyverse.

I took some time off this summer to recover from the busy school year and to set up my new classroom and to start learning my new curriculum. Then I took some time off to recover from the busy start to summer. Then I went to workshops and meetings and I was still recovering from recovering. And then I needed to recover from my recovery period, and suddenly I look up, and here September is, creeping its way into October already.

The world kept spinning while I was recovering, and it left me in the dust. At first I called it a rut. Then a phase. Then I reminded myself that I always do this. I always withdraw from people and books and keep to myself as much as possible. (I never do that. I’m an extreme extrovert and a voracious reader.)

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Review – Rouge: A Novel of Beauty and Rivalry by Richard Kirshenbaum

June 25, 2019

Do you love espionage and spies?

Do you love historical dramas?

Do you love murder? Mystery? Mob stories?

And do you want it all while wearing the best mascara MAC has to offer?

Because holy moly this book had it all.

This week, I had the pleasure of reading Rouge: A Novel of Beauty and Rivalry by Richard Kirshenbaum. When I was contacted about reviewing this book, the jacket copy definitely caught my attention.

Rouge is a sexy, glamorous journey into the rivalry of the pioneers of powder, mascara and rouge. It gives readers a rare front row seat into the world of high society and business through the rivalry of two beauty industry icons (think Helena Rubenstein and Elizabeth Arden).

This fast-paced novel examines the lives, loves, and sacrifices of the visionaries who invented the modern cosmetics industry: Josiah Herzenstein, born in a Polish Jewish Shtlel, the entrepreneur who transforms herself into a global style icon and the richest woman in the world, Josephine Herz; Constance Gardiner, her rival, the ultimate society woman who invents the door-to-door business and its female workforce but whose deepest secret threatens everything; CeeCee Lopez, the bi-racial beauty and founder of the first African American woman’s hair relaxer business, who overcomes prejudice and heartbreak to become her community’s first female millionaire. 

The cast of characters is rounded out by Mickey Heron, a dashing, sexy ladies’ man whose cosmetics business is founded in a Hollywood brothel. All are bound in a struggle to be number one, doing anything to get there…including murder.

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My Top 10 LGBT+ Books

June 19, 2019

We’re just past halfway through Pride Month, so it seems like the natural time for me to share with you my top 10 favorite LGBT+ books. Because, you know, I’m known for being consistent and timely.

As I compiled this list, I thought about how limited my experience actually is with books featuring LGBT+ protagonists. I know I’ve spoken about it before, but I am painfully aware that the Queer Lit I have read has feature predominantly male protagonists. Yes, part of this speaks to my own bias as a reader, but it also speaks to the biases of the publishing industry and how far we still have to go to achieve actual representation in the publishing world. (I said we there as if I’m part of the publishing world. I’m not. The closest I’ve gotten was standing outside of the Random House offices and screaming, “publish me, publish me, publish me” over and over until my best friend got embarrassed and made me leave.)

I don’t have a rubric or scoring system to rank these books. The way I’ve chosen to order these books is based 100% on the way these books made me feel. So, without further ado, here is my list of my Top 10 LGBT+ Books to Read During Pride Month.

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Excerpt – Rouge: A Novel of Beauty and Rivalry by Richard Kirshenbaum

June 18, 2019

From Rouge: A Novel of Beauty and Rivalry. Copyright © 2019  by Richard Kirshenbaum and reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s Press. †

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Chapter 1

HOLLYWOOD DREAMS

New York City, 1933

A Technicolor sky hung over the city even though it was only early May. At times, even New York City seemed to have caught the bug. The pear trees that bloomed like white fireworks every April may as well have sprouted palm trees. Everyone, it seemed, had just stepped out of a Garbo movie, and Josephine Herz (née Josiah Herzenstein) would be damned if she would not capitalize on this craze.

A young, well-kept woman was the first to grace her newly opened, eponymous salon on Fifth Avenue. With bleached-blond “marcelled” hair, a substantial bust, and a mouth that looked as though it had been carved from a pound of chopped meat, her new client had all the ammunition to entrap any man in the city, to keep him on the dole, and her cosmetic hygienist, in this case Herz Beauty, on the payroll. She lowered herself onto the padded leather salon chair like a descending butterfly and batted her eyes as though they too might flutter from her face.

“I want thickah,” she whined. She said this in a Brooklyn accent that would have killed her chances had she been an actress transitioning from silent to talkies.

Josephine nodded and reached into her arsenal, procuring the favored Herz moisturizer for a dewy complexion. She removed and unscrewed the glass jar, leaned over her client, and began to apply it to her cheekbones in soft, round swirls.

“No!” The client swatted her hand away as though to scold and dispose of a landed bug. “Not my skin,” she said. “My lashes.”

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Hit Your Own Red Button

June 6, 2019

Recently, I had the opportunity to go to a workshop at Ron Clark Academy in Atlanta, GA. This was actually a dream come true for me; Ron Clark has been my teaching idol for years. I’ve modeled the way I present myself to students after Ron Clark’s methods since my first year as a teacher.

I try to build the connections he makes with his students. I hold them to very high standards. I try to make learning fun. I try to make everything I do as fun and engaging and challenging as Ron Clark and the other teachers at his Academy. Watching them in action was incredible, to say the least.

One of my favorite things I observed at RCA was the celebrations teachers throw for their students when they do something outstanding. Ron Clark has a red button that activates a dance party. Teachers have chants and cheers and dances. They show the kids how amazing and incredible they are. They stop and party and celebrate.

And it’s a beautiful thing.

Because what those students are learning is that their importance comes from within. They are taught that the thing that makes them incredible, amazing, wonderful, and unique comes from within. They’re taught to celebrate their achievements healthily. They’re taught that it’s okay to acknowledge when you are successful, based on hard work. They’re taught that it’s okay to take a moment after a job well done and pat yourself on your back.

And it made me realize how little we do this as adults. We’re told to be humble. We’re told to hold back. You’re considered a jerk, arrogant, self-centered if you want to celebrate your achievements. We’re told that we have to veil our own achievements behind a veil of humility.

We’re expected to be successful, but not too successful. We’re expected to let our lights shine, but not too brightly. We don’t want our light to overpower somebody else’s.

But what nobody can manage to tell me is why?

Why are we not allowed to celebrate ourselves? Why are we not supposed to share our successes with others? Why aren’t we allowed to brag, just a little bit? Are we so insecure in our own failures that we can’t allow others to celebrate their accomplishments?

What is so broken in our human nature that we can’t bear to watch other people do great things without us? Why aren’t we celebrating achievements? And if we feel bad about it, why don’t we just try harder?

When did we lose the ability to hit our own red button? When did we lose the desire to throw our own party?

Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. 
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. 
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? 
You are a child of God.

Your playing small 
Does not serve the world. 
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking 
So that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, 
As children do. 
We were born to make manifest 
The glory of God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us; 
It’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, 
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. 
As we’re liberated from our own fear, 
Our presence automatically liberates others.

-Marianne Wilson

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Interview with Fred Waitzkin

May 23, 2019

I had the incredible opportunity to interview Fred Waitzkin, author of Deep Water Blues, which I reviewed last week. When I started The Plucky Reader, I never expected it to go anywhere. Never in my wildest imaginings did I believe people would read the words I wrote or send me books to review. And I definitely did not expect to have the opportunity to interview authors.

Real talk, between you and me, I didn’t even know what to ask in an author interview. I’m both ashamed and not ashamed to admit that if you look at search history, you will absolutely see multiple searches of “how to interview an author” and “interview questions for authors.” Let’s just call it resourcefulness? Please?

In any case, I’m excited to share my interview with you all, today. He offered valuable insight into the world of writing, and a peek into his own life as a writer. I am very grateful for this opportunity.

INTERVIEW FOR THE PLUCKY READER BY FRED WAITZKIN

Mr. Waitzkin, thank you for taking time to answer some questions about yourself, the writing process, and, specifically, Deep Water Blues.

First off, could you tell us a little about yourself? What drew you to writing? Was it something you always dreamed of pursuing, or was it something you just fell into?

My mother, Stella Waitzkin, was a great painter-sculptress and also she was an artist with words.  She read stories to me throughout my childhood and sometimes she made them up. When I was thirteen she gave me a copy of Life Magazine with Ernest Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea. While witnessing the death struggle between a larger-than-life blue marlin and an old man, I became intoxicated by the rhythm of Hemingway’s short sentences, and some strange fusion took place deep inside me –– great writing and fishing became bonded. I knew then that I wanted to fish and write stories. But also, I was interested in Afro-Cuban drumming and selling lighting fixtures, which was my dad’s field. It took me a while to sort it out.

Where did you get the idea to write Deep Water Blues? What inspired you to tell this particular story?

I visited Rum Cay numerous times over many years. I knew first hand the beauty, pain and violence of the story I wanted to write. Deep Water Blues describes a gruesome disaster that takes place to a little island civilization—an island once gorgeous, and peaceful, almost Eden like, and in the aftermath, the island becomes decimated by greed, out-of-control ambition, violence and murder. The challenge was how to best approach this material. In my early drafts the momentum and power of the story was impeded by longish carefully wrought paragraphs. At one point I put the novel aside to work on a screenplay and that gave me the key to this book. I needed to tell the story fast and violent — particularly the scenes on the island — with no flashbacks, mostly taut bold scenes moving forward as in a riveting film.

Deep Water Blues has this wonderful alternating perspective throughout; when you set out to write this book, was this how you envisioned it, or did it evolve along the way?

No, it was something I just fell into. I liked the juxtaposition of the cruise south, at times lazy and reflective, with the violence of the tale I was pointing toward; although, to be sure, there is portent of the danger ahead on the boat trip.

Did you work with an outline, or did you just write? Is this your usual process?

I have a general idea of the story I want to tell, but I never write an outline per se. Usually, I jot notes on a three by five card or on a page in a little notebook I keep in my shirt pocket and let my paragraphs grow from these ideas. For me, too much planning impedes the flow that I’m looking for. When I get stuck I pace around or ride my bike looking for the next idea that will push me ahead into more pages.

What was your favorite chapter to write in Deep Water Blues?

The first chapter was so dark, excruciating and bloody. It sounds almost sick to say that it was my favorite but it was a great challenge to get it right, and when I finished I thought it’d caught the true spirit of that terrible event.

Which work from your career are you most proud of? Why that work?

When I finish, each of them feels like my favorite — it’s terrible for me, to send a book off. I cannot let them go. That’s at least in part why it takes me such a long time to go from one book to the next. If I try to write something new right after I finish, I find myself writing the last book all over again.

What is the toughest criticism you’ve ever received as a writer? How did that impact your writing, if at all?

Many years ago I was friends with the great American poet, Mark Strand. I showed him one of my early stories, quite short as I remember, and he said, “I don’t know if it works.” I was a young unpublished author and I found that remark from Strand crushing…. I didn’t think he was right, but for sure he rattled me. But also I think Mark’s criticism hardened my resolution to keep at it.

What is the best compliment you’ve received as a writer?

I’ve been lucky enough to have had wonderful readings from authors and critics, although remarks from friends I love have had a greater impact. When my wife Bonnie and my boy Josh relate powerfully to my work, that’s the best, not even close.

What part of the writing and publishing process would most surprise somebody pursuing writing?

Most young writers are crazy with concerns about getting published. I hear this all the time. How do I get published? What if I can’t get published? I understand – when I was young the rejection slips piled into my mailbox. It was so bad that my wife would open the box so I didn’t have to feel the pain … but now, looking at the process across a sea of many years, I know that what makes me come alive as a writer is paragraphs flowing out of me, almost without thought as if I am an instrument guiding a vision. Just writing sentences on this page makes me feel alive.  

But a life as a novelist means being comfortable spending thousands of hours alone in a room trying to get the pages right, along with other days when pages won’t come at all. Can you deal with long stretches of silence? Years of it. Can you learn to relish the process entirely apart from any ideas of glory or treasure down the road? You need to feel the endeavor as a calling; or probably you should choose another path.

Have you written a book that you love that you have not been able to get published?

Thankfully, no, although when I finish a manuscript I might think, what if no one likes it? What if all these paragraphs that I’ve labored over and loved have no appeal beyond their appeal to me? Curiously, I never think this way when I’m actually working on a book.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?

You need to discover the magic of carrying a small writing pad, something that can fit into a shirt pocket. When you’re stuck and the pages won’t come, forget about them. Go to a ball game, ride your bike. Go hear some music. You will be amazed how the ideas will come when you are not looking directly at them. Give ideas room to gestate and grow. Sometimes they are shy. When they come, jot them onto the pad, quickly before they disappear. Just having the pad seems to engender ideas. At least it does for me.

Thank you for taking time to talk with me today; I have enjoyed your work and am excited at the upcoming release of Deep Water Blues. It is a wonderful book.

Fred fishing

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Review – Deep Water Blues by Fred Waitzkin

May 16, 2019

Does anybody remember that 90s movie, Searching for Bobby Fischer? I remember watching it—I was probably in the fifth grade—and I was struck by a revelation at the end. The credits rolled and an important thought crossed my mind: chess was definitely not a game for me. I didn’t have the patience for it. I didn’t have the problem-solving skills for it. I didn’t have the mind or the desire for it. But good for you, Bobby Fischer and Josh Waitzkin for having that kind of sticktoitiveness. Good on you.

It wasn’t until much later that I found out that Searching for Bobby Fischer was a book, written by Fred Waitzkin, about true events in his own son’s life. It was a book rooted in fact, telling the true story of a prodigious boy who made waves in the world of chess. (To be fair, at that time I didn’t even know there was a world of chess. I thought it was just a game you played on your Windows 98 PC when you were tired of Minesweeper and Solitaire.)

Recently, I came into possession of a copy of Fred Waitzkin’s newest book, Deep Water Blues. The jacket copy drew me in immediately and I was more than happy to accept a review copy based on what I read. (Not to mention it’s a beautiful book; look at that cover!)

Charismatic expat Bobby Little built his own funky version of paradise on the remote island of Rum Cay, a place where ambitions sport fishermen docked their yachts for fine French cuisine and crowded the bar to boast of big blue marlin batches while Bobby refilled their cognac on the house. Larger than life, Bobby was really the main attraction: a visionary entrepreneur, master chef, skateboard champ, surfer, even former undercover DEA agent.

But after tragedy shatters the tranquility of Bobby’s marina, tourists stop visiting and simmering jealousies flare among island residents. When a cruel, different kind of self-made entrepreneur challenges Bobby for control of the docks, all hell breaks loose. As the cobalt blue Bahamian waters run red with blood, the man who man Rum Cay his him will be lucky if he gets off the island alive.

When the Ebb Tide cruises four hundred miles southeast from Fort Lauderdale to Rum Cay, its captain finds the Bahamian island he so fondly remembers drastically altered. Shoal covers the marine entrance, the beaches are deserted, and on shore there is a small cemetery with headstones overturned and bones sticking up through the sand. What happened to Bobby’s paradise?”

Something about this copy drew me in. Something about this copy also led me to believe that pirates were going to play a key role in this story (spoiler alert: they don’t.) I read this whole book with eyes peeled, looking for signs of pirates. There were no signs. Nothing pointed to pirates. But I was convinced it was pirates. I’m laughing in the coffee shop as I’m typing this ridiculous confession.

What I did find in this book, however, was this interesting blend of memoir and fact-based storytelling. This book isn’t totally nonfiction, because much of it is Waitzkin’s interpretation of real life events that he was able to glean from interviews with key players. There’s an interesting third-person omniscience to this narrative that is unique for a book rooter so in my fact and memoir. Throughout Waitzkin’s writing, he interjects the motivations and thoughts of the characters in the story, even though they are real people. If I had not read the acknowledgments in the back, I might have thought the story of Rum Cay was completely fabricated; a very good story written by a skilled writer. I would have thought this a work of fiction.

Knowing that this story is a true story, however, gives it a completely different dimension. It tells an exciting story of adventure and deception. It nips at the travel bug in me, the part of me that wants to be board a boat and explore the blue sea. I’ve always loved the idea of being on the water. I’ve never had much of an adventurer’s spirit until it came to the sea. Standing on the deck of a boat, wind and salt water whipping my face. That’s the kind of adventure I’ve always wanted. And this book fed into that perfectly.

I was captivated by both the stories told in this book. Waitzkin alternated between his own story, riding aboard his boat, the Ebb Tide, and the story of Rum Cay, the Bahamian paradise I longed to visit as I read it.

Deep Water Blues is one of those lovely books that has its own ensemble cast of characters, all of whom are intertwined in some way or another. I love when a story can artfully and inexorably link characters. The fact that these were true stories made it all the more artful.

Waitzkin has a gentle poetry to his writing. I was transported to the ocean by his writing. I could see the world; I could smell the ocean water. I could feel the wind on my face. It was transformative. I cannot sing the praises enough for his writing.

As good as this book was, it should come with some serious trigger warnings. There are two big issues that need to be pointed out before jumping into this book. The first is a portrayal of rape. There is nothing graphic, it is more suggestive than anything else, but it still happens and it’s still unsettling. It happens quickly and is over and never discussed again. But it happens and needs to be mentioned

The other is the death of dogs because of poisoning. This was not only rough because of the death of animals, but because it was done brutally by a human being. I was disgusted at the scene; it was more graphic than the aforementioned rape scene.

All in all, I loved my time with Deep Water Blues. Waitzkin transported into shark-infested waters and took me on an adventure. It’s a short read and can easily be enjoyed in an afternoon (if you’re not fighting ADHD like I am today.) I highly recommend it to anybody who loves a good adventure, like memoirs, or loves stories of closely intertwined characters.

Plucky’s Rating?

4 stars.

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