Things Behind the Sun by @DavidWBerner is a Shake Off Winter Doldrums pick #fiction #books #giveaway



Title: THINGS BEHIND THE SUN


Author: DAVID W. BERNER


Genre: FICTION, FAMILY DRAMA


Book Blurb:


"Beautifully and patiently rendered, Things Behind the Sun is a meditative and empathic exploration of fate, family, and finding one's way. David W. Berner has created a vast emotional landscape as vibrant and expansive as its Pacific Northwest backdrop." —Claire Lombardo, author of the New York Times bestselling novel, The Most Fun We Ever Had


Excerpt:

The odometer on the old Subaru had been stuck on 93,453 miles for as long as Martin could remember. He was unable to recall when it might have been that the digits stopped changing or where he was when he had noticed it for the first time. The car was old but ran well, and besides, Martin had come to measure his life along the coast in time rather than in distance. Still, the start of the summer road trip was just a few days away, and along with checking the tread on the tires and examining the pinging noise the car had been making whenever it was put in reverse, it seemed the right time to have someone look at the odometer, and maybe a good time to begin again to count the miles.


“Martin gave you the list of what it needs, right?” Chase asked as he stepped from the car and met Jordan at the shop’s garage entrance.


“Yeah, I have it on the worksheet,” Jordan said.

“Did you see the mileage counter? It’s screwed up.”

“I’ll take a look.”

“Martin wants to get going this Friday morning.”

“Three days,” Jordan said, thinking for a second. “Okay. As long as we don’t need any hard-to-get parts or a new odometer. Computer stuff can be tricky. If it’s not something major, I can get it rolling again right from where it stopped.”


Dirksen’s Auto Repair in Coos Bay had always been there, it seemed. Generations had run the place. Jordan took over from his father, the third Dirksen to keep the shop going. Jordan had worked there since high school—rotating tires, changing windshield wipers, and phoning customers, alerting them that their cars were ready. When computers became a big part of how automobiles worked, Jordan’s dad stopped keeping up with the new technology and considered selling. But Jordan couldn’t imagine it. He took classes on modern auto repair at the community college and helped keep the place viable through the final years of his father’s life. Throat cancer from the cigarettes, doctors said. Jordan was just 25 years old. Shortly after taking over, he hired Chase, who had just turned 16 and would come in a few days a week after school and on an occasional Saturday.


“Doesn’t matter to me if we don’t start on time,” Chase said, removing a small backpack from the car’s rear seat.


“Not too excited?” Jordan asked.


Chase shrugged and handed Jordan the keys. “Wasn’t my idea. And you know Martin.”


Just saying the words—road trip—breathed life into Martin. Trips when he was a boy with his parents from Chicago to Michigan carried good memories—stretches of highway, changing scenery, falling asleep in the backseat with the rear window cracked open. And as a teenager, there was that long spring break trip to Florida—clothes tossed around the car, empty water bottles and Lays potato chip bags on the floors, smoking cigarettes, and talking and talking about nothing and everything. And in England, a few weeks after he first arrived to teach at The Academy, there was that Sunday drive from Banbury through The Cotswolds to Swansea, the three-hour trip that took six because it deserved every extra minute. Road trips for Martin had always meant slowing down, paying attention to your own thoughts, being alone in the big world, and running away without truly running away.


“He says he wants to get to know me again,” Chase continued. “Really? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”


“Easy, now. It could be fun, you know,” Jordan said. “Dads love this kind of stuff.”


Martin hoped he might discover something lost out on the road, a way to face what seemed to have been only a few steps behind him for such a long time. But it was different for Chase.


“Pointless, you know? Like some bad Lifetime movie where the dad takes the kid on a trip to save them both.”


Chase would be away from his friends and the girl from English class, and he would miss out on summer money working at the garage. Yes, the job could be boring, but he loved being around cars; he savored the smell of grease and engine oil. Most days he did the work of a porter, wiping down the dashboards and vacuuming the interiors after the cars had been repaired, moving vehicles in and out of the work bays. But it was all worth it when Jordan allowed him to deliver a car for the first time to a customer at their home, navigating a black Jeep Wrangler with the top down through the streets of Coos Bay. When he started at Dirksen’s, Chase had only his learning permit. But Jordan liked Chase and let him drive by himself anyway. Jordan turned Chase on to 80s punk— The Ramones and White Lung, a punk band from Vancouver. Jordan said the singer sounded like the bastard child of Patti Smith and Stevie Nicks, a line he stole from an article in Rolling Stone. Jordan would blast “Down the Monster” over the speakers in the garage. A couple of times, Jordan bought Chase and his friends sixes of beer, and he knew about the weed, but all the kids in Coos Bay did that. It was legal, yes, but not for Chase, not for his friends.


“At least you get to drive, right?” Jordan asked.


“I better,” Chase said.


Buy Links (including Goodreads and BookBub):


https://www.amazon.com/Things-Behind-Sun-David-Berner/dp/1951896777


https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/52913372-things-behind-the-sun


https://adelaidebooks.org/products/things-behind-the-sun-by-david-w-berner



What’s your favorite activity to shake off the winter doldrums?


Riding my stationary bike and reading, always, reading!


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It’s about walks in the summer with your dog, when the weather is wonderful, and the beauty of nature awaits, and your thoughts wonder to new and old memories.


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Author Biography:


David W. Berner is a best-selling and award-winning writer and author of eight books. He has been honored as the Writer-in-Residence at the Jack Kerouac Project in Orlando and at the Ernest Hemingway Birthplace Home in Oak Park, Illinois. His books have been recognized by the Society of Midland Authors, the Chicago Writers Association, and the Eric Hoffer Book Awards. David writes from his writing shed on his property outside Chicago


Social Media Links:


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Twitter: @davidwberner

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