Print copies of my new book go on sale Thursday. War IS the Crime: Reflections on Peace and Nonviolence has been available as an ebook for about a month now, but I have sold more paper copies than electronic versions of my books for about five years now.
I must ask for your indulgence, because my books are “print on demand,” so there may be a lag between when you order a book and when it appears on your doorstep. On the other hand, I have ordered a modest inventory so that I can fulfill orders from my direct sales page, and UPS tracker says they’ll arrive here, near the shores of Green Bay, on Wednesday afternoon, so I plan to have pre-orders in the mail by Thursday morning.
If you visit here regularly, a lot of the material in the new book will feel like you’ve read it before, because you have, but here, all in one place, are my thoughts on the senselessness of war — aka officially sanctioned mass murder and destruction — that have coalesced especially since I experienced firsthand the loss of my loved one a year ago. It occurred to me, as devastating as that loss was, how criminal it was to deliberately and violently inflict that loss on families wholesale.
There was a reason the very first blog post I posted in 2024 was called “Preface.” I knew I needed to put these thoughts in a book this year, and what do you suppose the preface to that book is?
As I’ve written before, I have no illusions that I will sell many copies of War IS the Crime, or that it will change the world anytime soon, but maybe it will plant a seed or two and get people thinking of more sane ways to resolve our differences.
Meanwhile, sometime this summer I plan to do two things in the audiobook field — first, I’ll package the readings I posted last Christmas from my previous book, Ebenezer, the “sequel of sorts” to Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. I also plan to record an audiobook of War IS the Crime if I can ever defeat the inertia bug.
More and more people are listening to audiobooks these days, including myself — my tally indicates I read 78 books last year, and 68 were audiobooks that I listened to while driving here and there. If I were to assume that trend is more universal than my back yard, I really ought to get busy recording, shouldn’t I?
