from Alamosa Books "fictional high plains" community, population under 1,000 and falling, trying to survive. Is any of this sounding familiar yet? With a few changes, this could be Mountainair. Aliens and naked bull riders sound vastly more entertaining than Chamber, town beautification, arts, planning, town and other meetings. I've got aliens and shamans, social media and metafiction, in my current NaNoWriMo effort, but no bull riders .... yet. What about naked committee members?
Sorry I missed posting this before Yesterday's meet-the-author reading and book signing. Don't let that stop you from reading the book. I'm not letting that stop me from posting in lieu of the scheduled civic/development lecture (shop local, develop public space, demand transparency but in way more words). Give Evelyn a heads up about getting if for the community library too.
The fictional High Plains village of Sweeney, New Mexico, population 856 and falling, is like so many small towns in rural America once vibrant and alive but now a dry husk of obsolescence, decay, and despair. Only its few remaining citizens care that it not die like so many other towns, but when a handful of them concoct a plot to draw attention to their hometown, the result is a hilarious romp through the oddities and opportunities of small town life. Aliens, nudists, naked bull riders, Druids, phony Indians, and real Indians ~ all play a role in Sweeney's quixotic journey of survival and self-discovery. (Preview by taking a look inside)
In his first novel, Robert Julyan, author of numerous New Mexico-related books, takes a comic approach to the serious issue of what is lost when small towns die. While researching his Place Names of New Mexico, he experienced firsthand many of these communities and developed a strong empathy for their citizens and their plight. He resides in Carnuel, New Mexico, a small community just outside Albuquerque