How you know it’s Christmas in Boynton Beach, FL…
Evolution of a seahorse - incarnation 2
A news story becomes a book, how does it happen?
If you live in Florida, chances are you witnessed yet another gruesome news piece over the past week, bouncing from the local paper to the evening news to CNN to CBS The Early Show.
The breaking story was about a Florida State juvenile facility where innocent young boys were beaten and tortured throughout the 1950’s and 60’s. Many of them are thought to be buried in the thick underbrush of the North Florida woods.
One of the survivors, Roger Dean Kiser, came to HCI last week and told us of this tragic tale via frenetic phone calls and scatter-shot emails to a bunch of the staff. Seeing so much stuff come through here in a given week, I didn’t pay much attention to it until I heard the story myself on the radio in the morning and saw pictures on the news the same night.
It wasn’t just another call from an overzealous author after all.
It was real. And, it was sad.
As testimony to the company that we are, Kiser picked us to retell his story because of his former dealings with HCI as a story contributor to several Chicken Soup for the Soul books. He was a little gun shy of competitors with whom he had prior dealings and signed our contract.

Now all departments are hustling to catch up to a news story that we can only hope has staying power. The governor of Florida declared that he would initiate a proper investigation in consort with the U.S. Department of Justice and the FBI, so we expect the story to unfold over time.
Roger Dean Kiser has been trying to tell his story for 17 years about the beatings that went on in an austere building on school property they called, The White House.
He self-published a book called The White House Boys a while back and with HCI, his book will be completely retooled and brought to market, probably as soon as January.
We hope.
Editors are editing madly, sales people are talking up the book, our computer geeks are notifying amazon, book designers are tweaking the cover, and I’m both assessing the media that’s been done with plans for more. Timing is everything for my department so I’m looking to work with the author sometime this week to see what we can do. (I’m grateful that Oprah’s crew is on hiatus until the new year so she doesn’t jump on it before we’re ready!)
It is suspected that more than 200 bodies might be buried somewhere in the murky, shallow swamplands of Florida. Apparently, this is only one part of what many survivors remember as “The Secret.”
Wow! I don’t think this “secret” involves any mumbo jumbo about the law of attraction. With all due respect, that is.
I’ll keep you posted as to how this all pans out. Keep your eyes peeled for more news stories about this.
The White House Boys: An American Tragedy. You heard it here first.
Comments (2)Holiday Message from Roy Blount Jr.: Buy books from your local bookstore now!
December 11, 2008. I’ve been talking to booksellers lately who report that times are hard. And local booksellers aren’t known for vast reserves of capital, so a serious dip in sales can be devastating.
Booksellers don’t lose enough money, however, to receive congressional attention. A government bailout isn’t in the cards.
We don’t want bookstores to die. Authors need them, and so do neighborhoods. So let’s mount a book-buying splurge.
Get your friends together, go to your local bookstore and have a book-buying party. Buy the rest of your Christmas presents, but that’s just for starters.
Clear out the mysteries, wrap up the histories, beam up the science fiction! Round up the westerns, go crazy for self-help, say yes to the university press books!
Get a load of those coffee-table books, fatten up on slim volumes of verse, and take a chance on romance!
There will be birthdays in the next twelve months; books keep well; they’re easy to wrap: buy those books now.
Buy replacements for any books looking raggedy on your shelves. Stockpile children’s books as gifts for friends who look like they may eventually give birth.
Hold off on the flat-screen TV and the GPS (they’ll be cheaper after Christmas) and buy many, many books.
Then tell the grateful booksellers, who by this time will be hanging onto your legs begging you to stay and live with their cat in the stockroom: “Got to move on, folks. Got some books to write now. You see…we’re the Authors Guild.”
Enjoy the holidays.
Roy Blount Jr.
President, Authors Guild
Addendum: Forward and Post!
December 11, 2008. The Guild’s staff informs me that many of you are writing to ask whether you can forward and post my holiday message encouraging orgiastic book-buying. Yes! Forward! Yes! Post! Sound the clarion call to every corner of the Internet: Hang in there, bookstores! We’re coming! And we’re coming to buy! To buy what? To buy books! Gimme a B! B! Gimme an O! O! Gimme another O! Another O! Gimme a K! K! Gimme an S! F! No, not an F, an S. We’re spelling BOOKS!
Yours,
Roy
NOTE FROM ME:
Make some of them HCI titles. Keep me and my colleagues in jobs!!
xox
Take away that designer bag, but give me back my Sunday NY Times!
It’s Sunday morning. I am without my New York Times. I’m experiencing cultural withdrawals. It feels like someone took away my coffee.
I feel empty.
Sure. It’s expensive. A weekend luxury that in this terrifying economic climate feels like an unnecessary one.
My body and my brain tell me otherwise.
Not that I study the truly serious portions of the blessed paper. I’m not a “Week in Review” person or do I even pay much attention to the front page. But, ah, the Sunday Style section, the magazine (sigh), and…the book review section.
I’m nearly in tears.
It’s been about three weeks and the symptoms are not going away. Sure, because there’s no Sunday paper, I am writing this morning, but my words are less informed for the absence of the blue bagged paper roll that greets me or used to every weekend.
Not to mention my contribution to the demise of daily newpapers as we know them. That alone should kick my butt into renewing.
Deborah Solomon’s interview column in the magazine. My fave.
The recipes. Even the ones with meat and things I cannot partake in are so beautifully portrayed. The back page. Sniffle.
My beach bag (I know, sorry snow bounders) is not complete without the three NY Times Sunday sections that I adore. Over the years they have been my trusty companions and I have abandoned them
I almost never open the arts section, I hate to admit, for my reaction of envy. What I’m missing by living in the deep south of suburban Florida is too painful. I get my small doses from NPR so I don’t go completely dumb.
For what the Sunday Times has given me I stand guilty of betrayal. As pricey as it is I cannot bear this void.
I will reach into my shallow pocket and find the money. I hope you haven’t given up your most cherished cultural “food” for this fiscally shaky historic moment.
If the New York Times were to go away like many of the major dailies, I wouldn’t want to feel responsible. Rather, I will contribute to its survival and subsequently my own.
And , how about my family of birds? While I’m at work and they’re listening to classical music on NPR, when they look down at the bottom of their cages, heaven forbid they won’t find the trusty headlines, phottos and stories of the New York Times.
I’m doing it for the birds.
Subscription renewed!
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