Bóg dał, Bóg
wziął. That’s a Polish proverb, included on the dedication page for House of Good Hope, just beneath my
grandparents’ names. It means “God gives, God takes.” Walt and Helen Petry both
were dead by the time the book was published in 2007. Thus.
The phrase came to mind the day before Christmas when House of Good Hope’s publisher returned
publication rights to me. This means the book is out of print and the publisher
will make it no more. Theirs was a business decision I understood. It took four
years to sell the first print run–a slow unraveling. The press offered to keep
the book available in a single e-edition (via Barnes and Noble). I asked them
to commit to full publication or give me back the rights, per our contract. The
publisher’s terse reply arrived amidst a few holiday cards. “This letter will
serve as official notice...” etc. I was disappointed that it had not begun,
“Dear Michael.”
So now, HOGH has gone out of print just as The Greatest Show is poised to come into
the world. Sad irony, that.
After I read the letter, I poured a nip of Scotch and
toasted the book. Then I wandered room to room, as if the mail had brought news
of the death of an old friend I once knew well but hadn’t talked with in a few
years.
House of Good Hope
was a necessary book for me to write. It wasn’t cut out to be a big seller,
that I knew, but without it, I’d never have gotten my current job as a
professor teaching creative writing. More importantly, I’d never have had
friendships with the men who are the book’s primary characters. I made the book
with the hope that it would honor the memory of my grandparents and give my
family an historical record. Likewise, I wanted to create something Hiram,
Eric, Derrick, Joshua, and Harvey could give their children to say, “This was
your father once.” I wanted to write something that praised Hartford as a place
worth our attention. I wanted to better understand why we leave places we love
and what price is paid when we do.
All of that sounds like a eulogy, but it isn’t, because HOGH
isn’t dead. The book has come home, its rights mine again to do with as I
please. My literary agent encouraged this path. He mentioned the ease of
creating a Kindle edition, how simple it is to create a print-on-demand copy. His
agency could help. Why let the book languish?
So now, House of Good
Hope is out of print and poised to return if I so choose. I can revise it
if I want, or not, or update it, or not. Or maybe years from now another
publisher will ask for it. Maybe it will just sit for a while, not languishing,
but waiting, because how God gives
and takes, and in what order, and how often, is always a mystery, and who knows
what comes next?
