Month: January 2013

My wife was reading J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit last week. She finished it and she picked up The Mountain School. I had a surreal moment when I looked over to see her face buried in the open book, my book — She’s reading my book! Like it’s any other book. It’s just a book that she’s reading right now, and it happens to be one that I wrote.

I was in the kitchen, and she was in a chair in the other room. She laughed shortly, “Hah.”

“What is it? You think something’s funny? What?”

I wanted so badly to know, but I couldn’t ask. How annoying it would be for her to have me asking about every reaction she had. It had to be enough that she was reacting to the book at all. The scariest thing for a writer is to put something out there and then for people to read it calmly and finish it and then never think of it again. That’s the scariest thing to me anyway.

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I’ve put up a few select photos to enhance your Mountain School reading. For each of the four parts of the book, there are images of some of the people and places you encounter. Find the photos nestled under the “Book” page.

And here’s an extra picture that didn’t fit neatly into one of the parts:

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I had a photo and a general vision for how I wanted the cover to look, and a graphic designer friend, Julie Rubtchinsky, made it happen.

First, about the photo. These are my students. Do they look like students? It was a day of celebration they called Letsatsi la Moetlo, or Cultural Day, where they each dressed like a different character found in Lesotho: miners, boys just finished with initiation, girls just finished with initiation, ntlamu dancers, shepherds, mothers, fathers, and on and on. At the point this photo was taken, we were all marching through the village toward the chief’s house. That was how we started the day.

Here’s a photo of me with Chief Thabo once we arrived at his house.

(Both this photo and the cover photo were taken by a student named Lerato Thaki.)

And about the design for the book cover. I chose the typeface Ride My Bike because I thought it looked a little bit like chalk written on the road. It also looked like it could be words coming from the silhouetted boy’s mouth. Julie took the typeface and the photo and wrapped it around, manipulated this and that, rearranged some words on the back, thickened a font, extended a line, and did some other magic on her Mac until it became what it is. She has a design company called Open Swim Creative, and I think she did a great job.

A couple more tidbits that you might never know: The mountain in the background is Kolo Mountain. And if you look at the spine of the print copy of the book, you mostly see one girl; that girl is the chief’s daughter, Nthabiseng Mokhele.

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Wanted to make sure everyone was aware that you don’t need to own a Kindle device to buy and read a Kindle e-book. I don’t have a Kindle device, but I do have Kindle e-books that I read on my laptop and netbook. It’s free to download the Kindle reader to your PC or your tablet or your iPhone, and then you can read e-books on them — e-books such as The Mountain School.

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The final proof copy just arrived and it looked as expected, so I approved it for publication and . . .  The Mountain School is now alive on Amazon. It’s out of my hands.

There’s this moment that I’ll never get back, this moment right now when I’m the only one with the book, and I know what it contains and why I wrote it. Nonetheless, it’s been that way for years. I no longer want to keep it to myself. I’m so eager to get it into your hands, and to hear what you think it contains and why I have written it.

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I had edited the manuscript innumerable times — spellchecked, considered grammar, etc — but when I got the proof copy in the mail little errors popped up all over the pages. Well, not all over. It’s just that I expected there to be none, and there were more than a couple.

Still, the proof copy of the book looks like a book. That was the amazing part: seeing the manuscript transform from the computer screen to physical pages. The friends who saw it thought the same. They said, “It’s . . . a book! A real book!”

I’m glad I took the time to read the whole thing through, correct the mistakes, and resubmit my files. Books live a long time. Typos and such inevitably creep into every book, but the fewer the less distracting to the story, the message.

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