As many of you know, my wife, Edan Lepucki, is a fiction writer. Her short stories have won a bunch of awards, and she went to the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, which is still kind of a big deal in fiction circles. Anyway, all of this is to say that her first real book is coming out soon, and today is the first day that you can pre-order it.
She’s publishing this book, which is a long short story called If You’re Not Yet Like Me with a company called Flatmancrooked. They have published books by Emma Straub (who is awesome, by the way) and James Kaelan (who is also awesome and who recently rode his damn bike from LA to Vancouver for a book tour), and they have a very interesting strategy with these “launch” packages. Basically, rather than just sell you a book, they sell you the idea that you are helping to get a great literary career started. I’ve been a part of every launch so far, and I’ve always been happy to do so. And apparently others have been too, as every one of these things sells out.
For $12, but you get not only a little hand-numbered and signed book that will dazzle and amuse you, but also a special gift. For the more affluent among us, the “Super Launch” is really the way to go. You get two copies of the first edition of the novella, along with a copy of the second edition, which will include a bonus story (I will tell you that it will be one of my favorite stories of Edan’s, “I am the Lion Now”) as well as other good stuff (like a special gift). And that’s just $30.
And the story…well, you’ll have to read it, but I can tell you that involves the following things: granny panties, big dicks, personal pizzas, pinatas, and so much more.
I know that I ask a lot of you, Tumblrers. I ask that you re-blog my crappy posts about bookstores. I ask that you put up with picture after picture of my ugly little dog. I ask that you indulge my vanity on a near-daily basis. But today…today I just ask that you buy my wife’s book. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important, and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think that you’d love it.
I think $12 is a pretty great price to escape Patrick’s vanity for a day. Besides, who doesn’t like books? The Nazis, they didn’t like books. You’re not a Nazi… are you?
