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-Andrew Gifford, Director


Spring 2015

It’s launch day for four of our five spring 2015 releases! From the 2013 Literary Awards Program, we welcome three winning authors to the catalog today – April L. Ford, Allen Gee, and Stephen G. Eoannou. April L. Ford’s The Poor Children walked away with the grand prize in fiction, awarded by New York Times bestselling author David Morrell. Her stories have been described as edgy and dark and, indeed, they do jump off the page and savage you if you’re not careful. April’s not one to pull punches, in life or in her writing, and The Poor Children is a vivid, powerful collection that explores the dark side of the human condition through a cross-section of fascinating characters—a correctional officer fixated on a juvenile offender, a Goth teenager and her werewolf boyfriend, a pyromaniac by happenstance, a set of twins haunted by an unconfirmed death, and more. It’s a powerful, daring debut from a prolific author that you will be seeing more of in the future. I promise. Find out more right here! Allen Gee’s My Chinese-America walked away with the second prize in the nonfiction program, awarded by the “godfather of nonfiction” himself, Lee Gutkind. The collection opens with an essay about Gee being stopped by a cop on a lonely country road and ruthlessly profiled. From there, Gee peels away the scales to reveal a very segregated, very broken America. Perhaps more broken than many of us truly realize. It’s the sort of manuscript that, even after reading it dozens of times during the book production process, I still can’t put it down. Publishers Weekly agrees:... read more

Nostalgia: The Gifford's Memoir Project Part 7

Nostalgia. It’s a hard thing to work around. In the past year, as I’ve researched the quiet insanity that is the Gifford family, I’ve probably talked to about a hundred people. I’ve talked to former employees, vendors, neighbors, and family friends. I’ve interviewed lawyers, diary farmers, doctors, and a man who claimed to live in the dank, horrific basement of the Silver Spring store for ten years. I’ve spoken to jilted investors, and people who lapsed into Tourette’s-style breakdowns the moment I mentioned the name “Robert Gifford.” All of them, though, always come around to one thing. Oh, those glorious Alpine Splits, Big Tops, and summer days spent gorging on 19% butterfat ice cream until you passed gently into a diabetic coma. The glory of Gifford’s Ice Cream! Ask any native Washingtonian about it and you’ll get two scoops of nostalgia. Which is fine… But then I’ve had to sit here for almost 30 years and watch shifty businessmen buy and sell the rights to the name, usually in wild bids to cash in on the legacy at all costs. I suppose that’s fine, too. Except, when I look back at my own past, nostalgia is replaced with nightmares… Gifford’s Ice Cream was a strange, otherworldly place for me. I go into great detail in the memoir of my anti-Willy Wonka childhood — the rats and cockroaches that patrolled the darkened interior of the Silver Spring store, drunken episodes on rum raisins, huffing dry ice, and my father’s shocking behavior in the largely deserted second floor. I look back on those chapters as I steadily revise away and I’m... read more

Fall 2014 Releases

A few months ago, I talked about my four favorite books that I read in 2013. One of those titles was Lisa Lenard-Cook’s magnificent Dissonance. It’s the story of Anna Kramer, a piano teacher in Los Alamos, NM, who inherits the journals and scores of composer Hana Weissova. She is mystified by this bequest from a woman she does not know and, as she begins to play Weissova’s music, some of her forgotten emotions resurface. Upon reading the journals, which begin in 1945 after Weissova is released from a concentration camp, decades-old secrets that Kramer and her family have kept buried are uncovered… Dissonance came through the SFWP slushpile, so I approached it with the usual cynicism one has when one has just read a hundred manuscripts in a row. It took just a few pages and that was my evening gone… I fell asleep that night halfway through, my head swimming with the big, sweeping New Mexico sky juxtaposed with wartorn Prague, and the ominous gates of the Terezin concentration camp. Dissonance beautifully weaves the two locations together to tell a story of renewal and forgiveness. I finished it the following day on a crowded Metro car, bursting into tears as I hit the last page. On September 1st, I released Dissonance in print and as an ebook, available worldwide. Don’t miss it. We have three other titles on the horizon. On November 1st, we’ll be releasing Roughnecks, by James J. Patterson. Roughnecks is a rip-roaring all-American tale. James Grady, author of Six Days of the Condor, says of Roughnecks: “One of the welcome treats from the emergence... read more