New York Times Review of Radiance by Louis B. Jones

Praise for Louis B. Jones’ latest novel RADIANCE in the New York Times: “Jones manages to draw bold discussions of Big Questions — life, death, time, space and what the universe is made of — from seemingly superficial events.” For the full article, visit: http://ow.ly/5PJ1F Here’s some more recent praise: This from Creosote Journal: “Radiance shines like its name, richly rewarding, lambent, charitable. I look forward to hearing more, much more, from Louis B. Jones.” This from The Rumpus: “Radiance shines brightly aside Jones’ other novels, all New York Times Notable books. The only shame is that Radiance, clocking in at just over 200 pages, doesn’t shine long enough. An observation I think Mark Perdue would agree with.” So, what are you waiting for? Grab this short, brilliant novel for a perfect summer...

Victoria Patterson on Radiance by Louis B. Jones

Author Victoria Patterson (This Vacant Paradise) reviewed Radiance by Louis B. Jones for Three Guys One Book. Excerpt: “Mark Perdue is the kind of perfectly flawed and contemplative character that I love, quietly tortured over everyday events—like being put on hold on the phone: “And with a clotting sound in the earpiece, the intelligible universe everywhere was smothered and he was plunged into an insulted solitude. Worse than solitude, he was plunged, all unprepared, into the paucity of his life.” For the full review, visit: http://threeguysonebook.com/radiance-by-louis-b-jones  ...

Reading in L.A. review of Radiance by Louis B. Jones

“Every word of this short novel is relevant. Brilliant, actually.” ~ Reading in LA Excerpt: “The tension between Mark and Blythe’s undeniable attraction, (compounded by the increasing distance he feels from his aggrieved wife) and the necessity of maintaining narrative equilibrium, makes for some thoroughly good writing. But I think the most interesting part of Mark’s weekend-long journey is his rapidly evolving understanding of his daughter. Jones depicts the perfectly torturous blend of terror, wonder, pride and agony that befalls the father of a teenage girl. In fact, Carlotta may be the only person whose feelings Mark can feel, as opposed to assume; the only person to whom he extends a free pass for complexity and true humanity, while still endlessly writing her character. “He really believed that her present drama of grief, over the deleted little brother, was a cover-up for her worse dread. Teenagers’ dread is their discovery of personal irremediable defects and second-rateness. In high school you present yourself to the marketplace. You hadn’t been aware there was a marketplace. That’s the terrible open floor. You enter through the main entrance. You’re suddenly out on that floor. On schoolday mornings he would drop her off on the curb and he could see it descend upon her, at the moment of her climbing to set foot in those corridors, he could it it in the set of her shoulders: her irremediable defects and second-rateness.” Over the weekend, as Mark gets pulled toward Blythe, and Carlotta is pulled toward her own opposite in the paraplegic hottie, Mark can’t help, under the glare of big city lights, but start to...