Monthly Archives: November 2012

Vocamus Press is proud to announce the publication of fallingoverstandingstill by John Jantunen.

The novel interweaves parallel narratives against the backdrop of a desperate search for two pit bulls that have mauled a young boy to death in the cottage community of Bracebridge. The people at the heart of these narratives reveal a Muskoka beyond the resort brochures and the beach vacations, a Muskoka made up of lives that are lived when the tourists are looking elsewhere. Their stories are told with a sharp, clear prose, driven by dialogue, and they combine to create a starkly intimate portrayal of cottage country in Ontario.

The book is available through as a paperback and as an ebook.

Vocamus Press, the co-operative publishing venture I have been developing with some friends, is finally ready to make its official launch.  We are planing to have our launch party on Saturday, January 19th, 2013, with more details to follow when the day gets closer.

What we want everyone to know now is that the festivities will include, besides booze and food and good conversation, an opportunity for people to read from their own writing.   This opportunity is not just for the very few who have had the chance to publish through Vocamus Press so far, and not just for the larger number who are planning to publish with us in the future, but for anyone who would like to come and celebrate our launch with us.  So, if you have anything you would like to share — poetry, short stories, excerpts from larger works –  please email us at

Of course, you are also more than welcome just to come and join the festivities, in which case, book the date in your calendar, and we’ll see you there.

A friend of mine recommended that I read The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz, so when I saw a copy in the thrift store this morning, I made certain to add it to my cart.  Then, as I was entering it into my catalogue just moments ago, I found one of those bookmarks that amuse me in used books, only in this case it was not left behind in forgetfulness.  It was a large sticky note, carefully affixed to the title page, white with stylized images of an owl in the upper left corner and a flower in the bottom right, and it was clearly directed to the book’s next owner.

“Starts well,” the note reads.  “Don’t be fooled.  Grinds to a crawl in the middle and limps on for way too long.  Told by an unbelievable and uninteresting late-arriving character.”

I have not yet read even the first sentence of the book, so I have no basis for an opinion on how accurate this guerrilla review might be, but I am delighted to know that there is someone out there who is passionate enough about reading to include such a review when giving books away.  It raises my hopes for humanity.