Echoes in Darkness is the perfect collection of spine tingling (or stomach twisting) tales for the Halloween season, although actually I would be more than happy to read them any time. The authors of these tales are Angela Amman, Mandy Dawson, Cameron D Garriepy, Kameko Murakami, Kate Shrewsday, Andra Watkins, and Elizabeth Yon. The seven stories here range from the psychological thriller to parental betrayal to the more standard ghost story, but they will all creep into the dark corners of your mind and take up residence there. They will come back out and haunt you when you see an innocent little girl or go to listen to your iPod or even read the classified ads. The stories and styles are all different, but what joins them all together is the talent of the authors. The seven women who weave these tales all have a way with words and know how to use them to their best advantage.
I must admit that I count a few of the contributors as friends, but regardless of that I would highly recommend Echoes in Darkness to all interested in a good read. And consider these tales but appetizers – most of these women have full course books already out or coming out soon that will fulfill your desire for more of what you have tasted here. Do yourself a favor and belly up to this tasty sampling.
Oh, and boo!
The Perley A. Thomas Car Company is actually still in business today making school buses as Thomas Built Buses. This High Point, North Carolina company built some of the most recognizable trolleys in use in the United States – the street cars of the St. Charles Line in New Orleans.
Well anyway, I just picked up a nice little book of the car plans. Fourteen pages of plans and diagrams. Not bad for less than five dollars!
Please, let’s not forget New Orleans. In this time of Mardi Gras and Lent and election, please don’t forget that there are those who still need help. In this time of political pundits, military spending, and economic recession there are families who still sleep in tents so that they can stay near the only home they have ever known. And the only life they have ever had.
Please don’t forget the New Orleans. The land of jazz and gumbo, of Bourbon Street and the Saint Charles streetcar is as much a part of the fabric of this country as is Broadway and the California sunshine. The scents and sounds of this bayou city run through our food and our music and our literature. From Toole to Rice, from Storyville to the Mississippi, the subconscious blood of this nation flows through the Crescent City.
Don’t forget New Orleans. And her sisters. And her brothers. The township and parish just down the road. The city and county the next highway and interstate over. The Gulf Coast of Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana. The scattered children of a proud land blown by the wind and washed by the waters.
We can’t forget New Orleans. The lessons that were taught must not be wasted. The lives that were lost must not be in vein. The tombs of St. Louis remind us that all time passes, but it is the job of those left to make sense of the past. The voices call to us from attic and stadium, from the light and the dark, and they reach out to us with palms empty but full of hope.
I can’t forget New Orleans.