Dear Readers and Writers,
I am pleased to announce the publication of my book, My Bayou, New Orleans through the Eyes of a Lover (Michigan State University Press, February 2012).
Details can be found here: www.constanceadler.com
If you “like” My Bayou, go here: http://www.facebook.com/mybayou.thebook
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If you’re curious to know more, read what some people are saying about My Bayou below this message. Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you at one or more of the upcoming events.
March 8th, 6:00 pm | Reading co-hosted by:
Maple Street Bookshop at Bayou St. John and Swirl Wine Bar
3143 Ponce de Leon Street, New Orleans, La.
March 22nd, 10:00 to 11:15 am | 26th Annual Tennessee Williams Literary Festival | Historic New Orleans Collection, 533 Royal St., New Orleans, La.
April 12th, 7:00 pm | Casa Azul—The Festival of Words Cultural Arts Collective | 232 Martin Luther King Drive, Grand Coteau, La.
“A vividly described memoir, My Bayou charts a personal and spiritual transformation along the fabled banks of Bayou Saint John in New Orleans. When Constance Adler moves to New Orleans, she begins what becomes a lasting love affair with the city, and especially the bayou— a living entity and the beating heart of local culture. Rites of passage, celebrations, mysterious accidents, and magic all take place on its banks, leading Adler to a vibrant awareness of the power of being part of a community. That faith is tested in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, and is ultimately proven right, as Bayou Saint John begins to rebuild.”
“Funny, thoughtful, and moving-and sometimes all three at once—as Adler recounts her discovery of the city and the life she forged there, before Katrina and after. Above all, this is the work of a writer: virtually every sentence has an interesting idea or turn of phrase, and emanates from a voice you want to keep listening to.”
—Ben Yagoda, author of Memoir: A History and About Town: The New Yorker and the World It Made
“Constance Adler’s lively bayou is blocks from my own home, but before this jewel of a memoir, I knew these waters glancingly, not intimately. How lucky New Orleans is that she arrived from New Jersey, fell in love with more than a man, and stayed. Read this sensuous book and risk the urge to pack your bags and be her neighbor.”
—Pia Z. Ehrhardt, author of Famous Fathers & Other Stories
“My Bayou: New Orleans Through the Eyes of a Lover is a tale of dogs and pelicans, of muggings and weddings, of hurricanes and homecomings, of faith and liberation. At one point in her story, Adler quotes the artist Walter Anderson: ‘Everything I see is strange and new.’ Adler’s memoir is suffused with such strangeness and newness. As Walden Pond has Thoreau and rural Wisconsin has Aldo Leopold, New Orleans’ Bayou Saint John now has Constance Adler, who has given us a personal geography of the highest order.”
—Michael Tisserand, author of Sugarcane Academy: How a New Orleans Teacher and His Storm-Struck Students Created a School to Remember
“A personal history that finds its form in a meandering bayou, this moving meditation on the collapse of a marriage details how floodwaters breached more than just levees in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.”
—John Biguenet, author of Oyster and The Torturer’s Apprentice
“Constance Adler plucks prophetic beauty from the rain clouds of the Bayou Saint John, rituals of vodou, and the deep layers of love found in the people around New Orleans. She is a masterful writer.”
—Jacqueline Sheehan, New York Times bestselling author of Lost & Found and Now & Then
“New Orleans is the perfect place to fall in or out of love and that is a major part of the story here. The author cannot spare anyone close to her—including herself—the risk of pain, but for those who can travel along with her, she also reveals the quirky, funky joys below, beside, and within that slow moving bayou of life that tears New Orleans from river to lake, wild and free, body and soul.”
—Rodger Kamenetz, author of The Jew in the Lotus and The History of Last Night’s Dream