Wiley Cash

In honor of Valentine's Day - and because I'm on the road for the paperback tour of A Land More Kind Than Home instead of at home with my wife where I should be - I thought I'd share with you a few of my literary crushes. When I was reading the stories and novels that feature these women, I found myself asking very important literary questions, the kind of questions most literary scholars ask of iconic works of literature: I wonder if Elizabeth Bennet really looks like Keira Knightley? What would Dasiy Miller and I talk about while we wandered through the old city? Would Brett Ashley chew me up and spit me out too? (more…)

I can’t believe it’s been nine months since the hardcover release of A Land More Kind Than Home and the incredible experience I had visiting bookstores and libraries across the southeast, meeting readers, seeing old friends, and making new ones. (more…)

First, here's my query letter to Nat Sobel of Sobel Weber Associates, Inc.:

25 January 2010

Wiley Cash
Main Street
Bethany, WV 26032
Email
Phone number

Nat Sobel
Sobel Weber Associates, Inc.
Address
New York, NY 10003

Dear Mr. Sobel:

I am seeking representation for my completed novel “A Land More Kind Than Home,” which is about a young, autistic boy who dies mysteriously during a Pentecostal healing service in 1980s’ western North Carolina. (more…)

Here we are, halfway through the summer, and I'm just now getting around to choosing books for my summer reading list. So far, I've already read Wallace Stegner's Angle of Repose, Richard Ford's new novel Canada, which I really enjoyed, and Manhunt: The Ten-Year Search for Bin Laden--From 9/11 to Abbottabad, which I found a little tedious. If you've read them, let me know what you thought. If you've read any of the books below, feel free to share your thoughts, but please don't give anything away! (more…)

Today, on Twitter, I'll be posting some of my photographs of the real places that inspired the fictional places in A Land More Kind Than Home. #landphotos
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I've been traveling a lot lately, and it's given me plenty of time to think about what I need and don't need from hotels. My list is below.

What I need from hotels:

- A light switch right inside the door. I hate walking into a dark hotel room and having to feel around for a lamp while worrying about tripping over a dead prostitute or stepping on an uncapped hypodermic needle. (more…)

A few weeks ago, two friends and I were hanging out when a rerun of Family Ties came on television. None of us had seen it in years, and we kept remarking on how unrealistic the premise was, how stuffy and cheesy. I was shocked by this, because, apart from its liberalism in the age of Reagan, I'd remembered this show as reflecting the experience of many middle-class American families in the 1980s. I'd felt like it reflected my own family in many ways: a busy household, parents who both worked, kids who played sports and took part in after-school events. But watching it as a grown man, something seemed off. Only recently did I realize why the show struck me as strange: in this age of Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin, the thing that seemed "off" about Family Ties is the show's portrayal of father Steven Keaton. He wasn't an idiot. (more…)

What do Elvis Presley and William Faulkner have in common? Me, apparently. (more…)

Was today the best day ever? I don't know. Maybe. Let's see.

This afternoon, I arrived in Jackson, Mississippi and headed straight for WMPN 91.3, the local NPR affiliate, where I was interviewed by Ezra Wall, host of Mississippi Edition and quite possibly the nicest guy I've ever met. On the way into the studio, we bumped into Aunjanue Ellis, an actress you may recognize from The Help and the television show The Mentalist. (more…)

The first time I ever heard of Fairhope, Alabama, I was the at the South Carolina Book Festival, where author Sonny Brewer was discussing his recently published first novel The Poet of Tolstoy Park. Sonny described Fairhope as an edenic paradise set on the banks of Mobile Bay, replete with old oaks, Spanish moss, and a thoughtful, progressive community of foodies, artists, and outdoor enthusiasts. People tend to speak in hyperbole about places they love, so I assumed Sonny was doing the same. Well, I arrived in Fairhope last night, and I can tell you I will believe every word I hear Sonny Brewer say for the rest of my life. This place is incredible. (more…)