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There’s Always Good News

It’s been one year since my book came out. I had joined a Hawaii writers’ group at the end of 2016 to get some inspiration to finish what I had been working on for the past few years, figuring to use those weekly meetings as weekly deadlines, like when I wrote a weekly newspaper column. Looking back, those were the years I was most productive.

Then my wife needed a bone marrow transplant for her MDS, and they don’t do that in Hawaii, so we headed back to California for her weekly visits to the UCSF Hospital for blood and platelet infusions. Just days after returning to Willits my first pack of books arrived.

I like to say, no matter how bad things get, there’s always good news. My good news was that now that I was back in Willits, where I not only spent half my life, but wrote about many of my experiences, I could give, trade, and sell my books to the many friends and acquaintances I would run into on my almost daily visits to town.

Besides having a few at the local bookstore, I donated a copy to the local library. There I met Will, a friendly librarian who read and liked it enough to place it on the Staff Picks shelf, and asked if I wanted to give a reading. I did, and the room filled with old friends and local writers, many of whom bought my book. Then I got a message from Chris at the bookstore for more books, saying that my reading spiked sales.

When my wife needed more weekly visits to the UCSF Hospital, we moved to Sausalito, which just happened to be where my book begins. The cover is a 1970 photo of me standing next to my boat on the ways just after completing a bottom job and painting COWPIE/Waldo on the starboard bow.

When I went into the Book Passage, the new local bookstore right next to the Sausalito Yacht Harbor, the manager seemed excited to carry a local author’s book. Then I went to the Sausalito Library and asked the librarian at the desk if I could donate my book. She took a copy and in a bit returned, saying “We already have your book.”

Then she talked to Abbot, the head librarian, who invited me into his office and told me he had gone on Amazon and saw the book with it’s four 5-star reviews, and decided to buy a few copies. Then asked me if I wanted to give a reading.

Again several old friends showed up and I sold more copies. Afterward, many of us headed over to a local bar for a few beers. I couldn’t have asked for a better situation to sell books and unite with old waterfront friends. But back to the bad news...

Tragically, my wife couldn’t get her transplant and was directed to Hospice. She died seventeen days later. I returned to our empty house in Waimea, realizing how much I missed her and even my friends in California. But I had made a few friends here in Hawaii, thanks to the Hawaii Writers Guild, and had given a few readings at both the local library and the North Kohala Library.

Since Waimea doesn’t have a bookstore, unless you count the many Hawaiian-themed books for tourists in the various gift shops, I told a few people that it was at the local library. One day a friend said she had gone to the library to take out a copy but it wasn’t in the system. That’s funny, I told her, I’ll go check it out.

I had brought a book to the Thelma Parker Library way back in January when I was here briefly while my wife was in the UCSF Hospital, but never followed through to check if it was processed into the system. When I finally did in August, it wasn’t there. Instead of making a big deal about it, I gave them another copy, figuring it must have been some simple glitch and this one would be in the system by October when I would be giving a reading there with a few Guild members.

Since I arrived early for my October reading, I went to the desk and asked Jeanetta, the sweet smiling librarian, if my book was now in the system. There was a Jim Gibbons but it wasn’t me. She went to the back to ask Pam, the head librarian, and returned without her usual smile, saying it wasn’t accepted.

I was stunned. I repeated slowly, “Wasn’t accepted...” Instead of asking to talk to Pam right then, I realized it was almost time for the reading and exited.

A few weeks before that I had contacted the closest bookstore, Kona Stories, which is a one hour drive away. Since I very seldom go to Kona, usually shopping locally on foot or on my bicycle, I had put off the trip until a fellow Guild member suggested I give them a call.

When I did, the co-owner told me they were having a Words and Wine event, and one of the readers canceled. Would I like to take that spot? Then she suggested I bring “ten or twelve books” to sell, saying they usually get a good crowd at these monthly events.

Wow, I was on a roll! The fact that my book “wasn’t accepted” made me think it was banned. Maybe due to the f-word or something else offensive. I looked up other banned authors, thinking I’m in a select group, including D.H. Lawerence, Stephen King, Vladimir Nabakov, J.D. Salinger and even children authors Judy Blume and J.K. Rowling, whose Harry Potter, is the most banned book in the United States!

I was feeling pretty good about myself, so I decided to go back to the library and ask Pam why it was banned? Just what was so offensive that my local library banned my book, putting me in that select group of writers I’ve admired most of my adult life?

When I approached Jeanetta her smile was gone and though Pam was “out right now” she went and returned with two copies in a manila envelope with a note that read, “Sorry but we won’t be adding your book to our collection. Thanks for sharing.”

I still wanted to know why? The next day I dropped in and asked Pam. She looked me straight in the eye and told me she gave one copy each to a male and female to read, and they both replied, “Eh...” Her “eh” included a shoulder shrug, which I interpreted as meaning so-so, boring, not worth reading, and just not good enough for the Thelma Parker Library. Maybe I should get a life!

I thanked her for her honesty, then went home and had a few beers to celebrate the discovery that my local library has such high standards!


  1. Bruce Mallon October 28, 2018

    It’s a great story gym. It follows the trail of art and trying to get it excepted by people who is eyes or ears are not paying attention. Keep riding! Your book is fun to read and I suggest that everybody got a copy and soak it up! It shows your spirit and your humor which are important. Especially these days with that orange menace in Washington! Your friend In literature.

    • Jim Gibbons November 4, 2018

      Thanks Bruce, I’ll “keep riding” right into the sunset.

  2. ed schuman October 29, 2018

    I never bought your book, because I didn’t have to. I got a free copy from the author, but you never signed it. Even though I heard most of the tales in your book over the decades of our friendship, I enjoyed reading them in your book. You are a better writer than a story teller. Don’t take Kona’s library’s rejection too hard, because you are now part of an elite crowd. When I was a little kid, I stole my older sister’s copy of the then banned “Catcher in the Rye” looking for all of the dirty words; I couldn’t find them, so fuck off Thelma

    • Jim Gibbons November 4, 2018

      Sorry Ed, I forgot to tell you, my book is free but my autograph is $10…and you didn’t ask for it.

  3. Jim October 29, 2018

    Maybe they didn’t like the part about me telling Helen Keller jokes?

  4. Jim October 29, 2018

    Since I am mentioned in the book, my self-esteem has taken a big hit.

    • Jim Gibbons November 4, 2018

      Sorry about your lack of self-esteem, but keep in mind that you’re only mentioned in the very last story, and chances are most readers won’t get that far. However, for those who read backwards, or those who would like to read the part that lowered your self-esteem, go to page 179.

  5. Cat Person who shall remain nameless October 30, 2018

    Maybe it was the cooked canine custards that cooled off those two readers.

    Perhaps if you had linked that scene to the ancient Hawaiian dog barbeque (luau) custom.

    Could be that Kona didn’t have the shelf space. That’s that’s what I’d tell myself.

    • Jim Gibbons November 4, 2018

      Cat Person, it was actually the local library in Waimea, but I did bring one to the Kona Library after being banned by my local library…haven’t heard yet, and I think I’d have to go ask in person some day in the future.
      Just curious…if I had written about roasting bobcats, would you have called yourself Dog Person?

  6. chuck bonamer November 14, 2018

    Damned good writing.

    Am giving my grandkids copies of the book.

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