Today, I've got a review of the new Robert McCammon novel The Listener, which was released by Cemetery Dance on February 27.
Before we get to the review itself, I wanted to mention that on the day of the book's release, I was lucky enough to meet McCammon at a signing hosted by the Alabama Booksmith in Birmingham. I suppose you may feasibly care nothing about that; if so, you are more than welcome to scroll down to the photo of The Listener, after which the review will begin.
Everyone else: assuming you don't mind indulging me a bit farther, I request that you click here to read a bit about the Alabama Booksmith.
Go on, it won't bite!
Isn't that a cool bookstore? I'd never been there prior to this McCammon event, and I intended to take some photos that I could use in this very blog post. I got there and got to browsing and chatting with other attendees, and I plain old forgot about taking any pictures. I kind of remembered it on the way to my car, but thought it might be weird if I walked back in and started snapping photos. Sorry about that! Hopefully I will have occasion to visit them again at some point, and can rectify my blunder at that time.
Here's a link to their website, and I'm sure they would be more than happy to mail a book to you anywhere in the world.
I wasn't sure how events like this signing worked, so I labored mentally over whether I could/should take some of my old McCammon books and ask the man himself to sign them. I worry about shit like that. I don't want to breach etiquette if I can possibly help it, and this is especially worrisome when I don't even know what the etiquette is. I figured it'd probably be okay, since I would be picking up a copy of The Listener while I was there ... but I wasn't sure. So I left the four books I'd brought in the trunk of my car and went inside to get the lay of the land.
The event began at 5pm, and I went in about 4:40 so I could look around for a while. I ended up buying two books:
El Paso, I bought as a gift for my father. He ain't getting it until Father's Day, though, so don't mention it to him. Plus, I have to say, I'm tempted to just keep it for myself; it sounds like the sort of thing I'd enjoy.
As for The Border, I already had a copy of that novel; but (as I mentioned in my review) I have the limited edition. This is the mass-market edition, which apparently turned out to not be all that mass, since it is thoroughly out of print. I didn't feel as if I could pass up the opportunity to get a copy of this edition, since who knows if such an opportunity will ever come again. They had two copies, and I was strongly tempted to buy both, but I feared that this might make me look like a crazy person. Plus, I was doing my damnedest not to spend money like a hog-wild fool. Trust me, the temptation was there; this is the kind of store that makes you want to buy books by people you've never even heard of, not to mention by the ones you have.
Anyways, my books purchased and my copy of The Listener (which I'd pre-ordered) retrieved, I got in line for the signing. I immediately overheard people talking about the literal sacks of books they had brought to be signed; one lady, on a previous visit, had evidently brought literally every McCammon novel she owned (which was every McCammon novel), and he had graciously signed every single one. I looked around, and sure enough, several other folks were clutching older books. So I turned around, walked back to my car, stowed my new purchases and retrieved my older McCammons. As I walked out, I neurotically explained to one of the store's staff members what I was doing and she just sort of nodded in a "cool, thanks for the info, nerd" kind of way. Not rudely -- the staff seems awesome -- but in the way you nod when you've seen a thing a gazillion times, up to and including the person you're observing do it thinking that they are the first person in the history of ever TO do it.
Looks, folks, here's the bottom line: I'm not exactly the most socially graceful person you've ever met. A shocker, I'm sure, but it's true. I never suck at it AS much as I expect to ... but I do suck at being in places I've never been, especially if I'm solely around people I don't know. So did I trip and drop my books as soon as I walked back in the door...?
No! But I did drop one of them, minus the tripping. I dropped it right in front of a lady at the back of the line, with whom I had a good conversation while we stood waiting. The book I'd dropped was the paperback version of Blue World, and she noticed it and we talked for a while about the cover art for that Pocket Book series of paperbacks, of which Blue World was seemingly the final entry. She mentioned that the cover to Swan Song had scared her silly back in the day, and I mentioned the fact that -- as previously related here to you fine folks -- the cover to that edition of Mystery Walk had scared me so much that I had put off reading it until it was literally the only McCammon book left for me to read.
As we were standing there, I noticed that a lady at the front of the line was having McCammon sign a copy of the original Dark Harvest Swan Song hardback. This was not the novel's first edition; it was a paperback original, but Dark Harvest published a limited-edition hardback a year or so later, and if you've got $400-800, you can buy one on the secondhand market. I was immediately struck by a wave of envy, and I strongly considered joking with her about it when I saw her leaving a few minutes later. "Hey," I was going to say, "I just wanted to mention that I absolutely will NOT follow you to the car and steal that copy of Swan Song from you, but it's kind of a temptation."
But of course, that would be a creepy and offputting thing to say, and might well earn me a maceing in the hashtag era of 2018. So while I wanted to mention the book and ask her if I could check it out, I decided against it.
Eventually, I made it up to the front of the line and immediately apologized for bringing old books. McCammon said that was no problem at all, and proceeded to sign for me the following books:
- The Listener (already signed, but I asked him to personalize it, as well as the others I'm about to mention);
- my original paperback edition of Blue World;
- Shadow Show, an anthology honoring Ray Bradbury, in which McCammon's story "Children of the Bedtime Machine" is a standout;
- and my limited edition of The Border.
We chatted for a bit about "Children of the Bedtime Machine," which I told him is, in my opinion, probably his best short story. He was either surprised to hear that or he didn't agree with my assessment; probably the former, but the neurotic side of me fears McCammon might have judged me in that moment and found me lacking. Which, to be fair, I kind of am. Either way, he told me a quick story about how he came up with the title, which I really enjoyed.
Goes like this: in writing his rock-and-roll-centric novel The Five (which, to the shame of my clan, I have not yet read), he needed a name for a rock band. So he went to a band-name generator, and what it gave him was "Children of the Bedtime Machine." He was struck by this and the mental gears began a-turnin', and it eventually resulted in this story. (He chose another name for the fictional rock band in The Five.)
I was intrigued by this and said so, and wondered whether he had already been approached about doing a story for Shadow Show. He said he had, but had not come up with anything up to that point; so when the gears began turning, they steered his thoughts toward something in the vein of Bradbury. It's a case of beneficial dovetailing, and not only is the story ("Children of the Bedtime Machine") beautifully Bradburian, but this story about the story is pretty dang Bradburian in its own right.
I love that.
I also talked to him for a bit about The Border, which I confessed that I had not read until just a few weeks prior to the Listener launch event, and had loved. He was pleased to see a copy of the novel's limited edition, and showed it off to a few people, including the gentleman who runs the Alabama Booksmith. I thanked him and said it'd been a pleasure to meet him (which it had), and got out of the way so somebody else could take my place.
As I was walking out, a lady at the back of the line said, "We've been talking about following you out to the parking lot and stealing that copy of The Border from you." I looked up and saw several people grinning at me, so I stopped and chatted with them for a bit, and showed off my copy of The Border. I even told them about seeing the lady earlier who had the copy of Swan Song that made me feel the same way.
Ain't that funny?
All in all, it was a fine old time. I loved the bookstore, I enjoyed being around (and chatting with a few of) a bunch of fellow McCammon fans, and, of course, it was very cool to meet McCammon himself. He was one of those guys who just seems friendly as all get-out, and happy to talk with his fans for a bit.