Posted by Curt Iles on Jan 8th, 2010 | 0 comments
Keeping my vow to always include dogs in my books, “Bo” is the dog of choice in A Good Place.
Bo is the hog dog and companion of Mayo Moore, the narrator of A Good Place.
Today I’ll be adding snippets of Bo’s friendship and adventures with Mayo. Hopefully, readers will enjoy them without me giving the story away.
A Good Place begins with a surprise 1862 hurricane. ...
Posted by Curt Iles on Jan 7th, 2010 | 0 comments
There are no Catahoula Curs in Ireland!
In The Wayfaring Stranger, Irish immigrant meets Jezebel:
Joe Moore was so focused on this close inspection that he never saw or heard the dog coming until it was too late.
He never figured out where it came from, so the dog achieved a total ambush. It was undoubtedly the fiercest looking dog he’d ever seen.
As it bounded at him in what seemed like slow...
Posted by Curt Iles on Jan 6th, 2010 | 1 comment
Miz Girlie Perkins is probably the most beloved character in both The Wayfaring Stranger and A Good Place. Below she informs teenaged Eliza Clark about her philosophy on men and dogs:
Nearing Miz Girlie’s place, Eliza laughed at her favorite statement from her older friend.
Eliza had once asked her why she didn’t marry again.
Girlie, who had the wonderful Redbone way of responding to...
Posted by Curt Iles on Jan 6th, 2010 | 0 comments
Please join us as we celebrate the art of language during RAD’s first
spoken word event. “Coming Home @ RAD” will feature the authors Curt
Iles, Rachel Reischling, Tommie Townsley, Anita Machek, Gordon Rottman
and Chris Pascale …musical lagniappe will be provided by the
powerful fiddling of Ron Yule. Saturday, January 9, noon-3pm.
Well-known children’s author, Tommie...
Posted by Curt Iles on Jan 5th, 2010 | 0 comments
This is from chapter 1 of The Wayfaring Stranger. It tells of how my great-great-great grandfather Joseph Moore had to leave his home in Westport, Ireland as a teenager in 1849.
Along with the garden, these sheep were the livelihood of his sister and himself. They were so precious that he brought them nightly into the dirt-floored cottage.
That was exactly why the sounds Joseph heard filled him...