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“Home and Castle,” a new story collection by Tom Benz, won the 2017 Serena McDonald Kennedy Award sponsored by Snake Nation Press. Many of the stories contained in it were previously published by notable literary journals, such as The Madison Review, Mud Season Review and The William and Mary Review. The book will be available in January. (more…)
What’s being said about “Home and Castle”
“Home and Castle is a first-rate collection that grapples with the toxic anxieties of contemporary America and tackles tough questions head-on—but with a blend of insight, empathy and humor. This is a major literary debut, one not to be missed.”
Jacob M. Appel, author of The Amazing Mr. Morality and Millard Salter’s Last Day, winner of numerous awards including the Hudson Prize.
“Some of the stories, like “Trouble with the Magi,” are wildly funny, and others, like “Casual Impostor,” toy with the surreal, and all of the stories are touching as they probe the interior life of men who make bad decisions. Bad decisions that are the stuff of fiction, after all. Benz writes with uncommon insight, wit, and grace…This story collection is terrific.”
Lynn Sloan. Author of “This Far is Not Far Enough.”
“Home and Castle is an extraordinary short story collection by Thomas Benz… These are stories about middle-class men each caught in a brief space of time when so many things in their lives are changing, disappearing, or dying. All their middle-class values are in flux: marriage, divorce, parenting, romance, and jobs…The book is the perfect accompaniment to an evening by a fireside with a snifter of cognac, a good friend, and a Thomas Benz story to discuss. The writing is so rich and honed that each story lingered in my thoughts long afterward.”
Marssie Mancotti, Windy City Reviews
“The central characters in Thomas Benz’s thought-provoking, offbeat, and often hilarious new story collection, Home & Castle, experience several varieties of alienation–from neighbors, from casual acquaintances, from co-workers, and sometimes from their own romantic partners. ….Through his thoughtful, darkly funny, and moving stories, Benz gives us many opportunities to examine the limitations of human understanding and empathy, and to consider how we might develop more of both.”
Beth Castrodale, Small Press Picks
“A brilliant, original and yet quite representative collection of Benz’s literary abilities.”
Andy Jordan, Midwest Book Review
“Tom Benz’s marvelous stories of life in the American suburbs will remind you of John Cheever but with a subjective empathy and wry vulnerability that are wrenching.”
Peter Ferry, Author of Old Heart, winner of Chicago Writers Association Best Novel Award
“Rightly compared to Updike and Cheever, Benz’s prose dazzles more for its devastating accuracy than linguistic pyrotechnics.” He “sharpens the tools of earlier literary traditions into cutting–yet humane–observations of the hazards present in our culture of comfort and convenience, with striking clarity, insight, and an intimacy bordering on clairvoyance.”
William Grabowski, IndieReader
“Benz’s writing is a lyrical wave of softness that washes over the reader, slowly, sometimes sleepily, and the stories begin to feel less read and more felt or almost experienced. Benz’s writing is refined, funny and often sarcastic in a perfectly resonating way. By no means a speed-read, Home and Castle is a beautiful collection nonetheless.”
Jaclyn Bauer, Centered on Books
“Reading this collection is like poring through a handful of rare gemstones, each one lovelier and more intricate than the last.”
Abby Geni, author of “The Lightkeepers” and “The Wildlands,” to be released in the Fall, 2018
“The deftly crafted short stories comprising the latest anthology of his work, “Home and Castle” continue to reveal and showcase Thomas Benz’s genuine flair for narrative storytelling and his undeniably skill at engaging the full and rapt attention of his readers. A brilliant, original, and yet quite representative collection of Benz’s literary abilities…”
Andy Jordan, Midwest Book Review
Novel Excerpt
Harraway’s Call
The trouble with Nova probably began much earlier but Christmas was a disaster this year, our first that had really gone awry. The subtle winter charms of Shorewell were still there; the conical lights on the lampposts, the edge of the world sense of deserted beaches, the tapering spires of the chapels, the asymmetrical swirl of slanted and winding avenues. A few parks, a golf course that wove through the north side and a cemetery relieved the compression of dwellings just enough to lend the village a hint of the country. Nova liked the academic aura of the town, even if it was thousands of miles from where she was born, though a part of her always seemed to remain in that distant hemisphere. As the branches revealed their stark networks again, sometimes there was the sense that she’d begun drifting, like a boat that had come loose and was going out with the tide.
There was an incident at Marsh Harraway’s Christmas party, and if Marsh wasn’t my best friend, we might have been scratched from any further invitations. Nova was fond of such gatherings and for her to be exiled from them was akin to being marooned on some lunar outpost. She said we were already on a few NSTA (never see them again) lists and couldn’t afford to be added to another. The party was an annual affair, known for its intriguing games and odd rituals. One involved the selection of the worst gift from the previous season and either smashing it or setting it on fire. It was an honor to initiate the demolition. Last year’s entry was the replica of a fountain which featured the illusion of trickling water, but the constant gentle sound had finally driven the Crenshaws to exasperation. Russ Graham dispatched the innocent object with a couple fierce passes of a ceremonial sledgehammer, catapulting some pieces to the far reaches of the yard.
On the way over, there was a pleasantly nervous edge to Nova’s movements, that special intensity of anticipation I have long struggled to resist. She disdained my preference for reserving any grand expectations, a strategy that had often proved useful to me in the face of what actually occurred. Yet as the evening began, there was no sign of anything more than the usual pitfalls.
“Thank God for this tonight” she finally said, staring at the colored patterns framing the facades of the houses, meant to ward off all the darkness. “People are so shut up indoors, fending off the cold. As if they were hiding from something. How does everyone not go mad?”
Featured Short Story Excerpts
Trouble with the Magi
…The night after the delivery truck backed up to the garage with the sleek machine, Laney announced that she was planning to attend an equinox gathering for the weekend. I thought we had agreed to take the kids to the aquarium and some intemperate remarks were exchanged. In the back of my mind, a suspicion (…read more)
Casual Impostor
Though he didn’t usually keep count, over the past couple years, Blake was sure he had been mistaken for someone else at least six times. Throughout his adult life, such misunderstandings had happened and lately the phenomenon seemed to have accelerated. It occurred in train stations, supermarkets, baseball stadiums, anyplace where hordes of people converged, (…read more)
Life Jacket
Brett knows the routine by now as they arrive at Tuttle Park, gathering an assortment of balls, mitts, and a Frisbee out of the trunk, though odds are he has lugged them out here for nothing. He knows Charlie loves him, but that as an only child, his son craves the company of other kids. (…read more)
Satellite View
From our kitchen alcove, I could see Mariel Crane kneeling in her garden and even humming some tune, the name of which seemed just over the borderline of memory and would probably remain there. The Cranes’ three dogs (two Irish setters and a collie) were not with her. Perhaps they would be too much of (…read more)