Julie CantrellIf an independent bookstore serves as the soul of a community (as do libraries, I believe), then a big piece of my soul resides in two Southern stores: Cavalier House Books in Denham Springs, Louisiana and Square Books in Oxford, Mississippi.

PerennialsMany independent booksellers have supported my journey as a fledgling novelist, and my gratitude runs deep. In fact, SIBA has welcomed me from the start of my career, when ten southern female authors dared to setup a trade show booth as the Southern Belle View gals. Remember us? Blogs, books, and bling? We always had a blast and our scavenger hunts helped form lasting friendships with many of you.

Since then I have published three novels, and you have been there with me for each, selecting my books as Okra Picks, Best Reads, bookclub bundles, and most recently as a short-list finalist for the Southern Book Prize. Yes, Southern indies, you have delivered me more than a few "pinch-me moments" in the last few years, and I thank you sincerely.

But Cavalier House Books and Square Books will always hold sacred space in my life.

Cavalier House BooksCavalier House Books

John and Michelle Cavalier have something special going on down in the bayou state, and it's about much more than books. When this young couple dared to chase their dream of owning a local bookstore, they never imagined they would end up becoming community leaders, helping to build, and then to rebuild, the Denham Springs community.

In August 2016, when the flood of the millennium destroyed more than eighty percent of Livingston Parish, including the Cavaliers' home, John and Michelle had a difficult choice to make. Close up shop and call it quits? Or reboot and try again?

Recognizing the power of story, they opted to keep the doors open, making the courageous and selfless choice to let that one dry corner function as an anchor for their heartbroken community. Despite the financial risks, they have used books to heal and have stepped up to lead reconstruction efforts for this traumatized town while postponing the rebuild of their own home in order to help others.

Recently, John delivered a poignant TEDx talk at the public library in Denham Springs. I listened as attendees reacted: "I never thought about it that way," and "Yes, we should do that!"

With Michelle in the audience (and serving as a large focus of John's presentation), I realized what an impact this young couple will have on their parish for many generations to come. I cannot imagine anyone I'd trust more to restore my childhood stomping grounds than John and Michelle, and this led me to believe that, in fact, all Southern indie booksellers are in a prime position to serve as the legacy makers, the community shapers, and the storytellers of our time.

Square BooksSquare Books

While Livingston Parish was the home of my childhood, Lafayette County is the place I call home today. Here, on the historical town square of Oxford, Mississippi, Richard and Lisa Howorth have staked their claim and formed a mecca for southern literature enthusiasts.
As a Louisiana girl, I had never met an author until I relocated to Oxford at the age of thirty. Suddenly, I entered a world where stories were alive, where characters were waiting to be captured in ink, and where not one, not two, but THREE bookstores opened their doors each day on the town square. I had landed myself in the Land of Oz, and "real-live authors" were everywhere. Suddenly, inspiration was too.

When I entered Square Books, I felt the stories brewing in my bones. There remains a magic there, a powerful tug at all the truths that lie just below the silence. It's good medicine.

It would be many years before I dared to pen a novel, and never could I have imagined I'd be launching that debut (Into the Free) on such hallowed ground. Now I'm about to launch my fourth women's fiction title, Perennials (which is set right here in Oxford, by the way), and once again I'll be celebrating that milestone with Square Books.

Any novelist can tell you, we take life one story at a time. We never know if we'll land another contract or publish another successful book, but if the fates do grant me such a gift, I can only hope I'll have the opportunity to deliver each story through the birthing room of Square Books. And then, I hope I'll have the chance to leave signed books at Cavalier House too. And if I'm the luckiest girl alive, I'll someday get to visit every Southern indie store, pluck tales from your shelves, swap stories with your booksellers, and leave a few signed copies for each of you to share across the south.

The Books and Writers I Love

Sing, Unburied, Sing American Marriage Anything is Possible 

I'm a huge fan of Jesmyn Ward. Her authenticity always make me cry, and I have yet to find another contemporary American author whose voice compares to hers. I recently read An American Marriage by Tayari Jones and absolutely loved it. It's one of the best novels I've read in years, and I think it's a beautiful, empathy-building story that everyone should read. Elizabeth Strout is another of my favorite authors. She's one whose books I buy without even bothering to read the synopsis. I've never been disappointed. She's a master at delivering clear, concise prose that still carries tremendous depth, and her characters are second to none. Also, I've long admired Wally Lamb, Barbara Kingsolver, Ann Patchett, Louise Erdrich, and Marilynne Robinson.

Wild Glass Castle Big Magic 

In the non-fiction/memoir arena, I am in awe of brave female truthtellers. The standouts include Cheryl Strayed, Jeannette Walls, and Elizabeth Gilbert (who won me over with The Last American Man and kept me happy by releasing Big Magic). As for bookclub fiction, Lisa Wingate delivered a beauty with Before We Were Yours, and I'll always root for Jamie Ford and Ann Hood. When it comes to southern charm, Patti Callahan Henry, Karen White, and Kristy Woodson Harvey are sure hits, but as a certified naturalist, Mary Alice Monroe's love of nature always makes my soul sing.

All the Best People Far End of Happy 

Finally, I think I'd like people to know more about Sonja Yoerg and Kathryn Craft. These women are not only Tall Poppy Writers with me, but they produce stories that shape souls. They examine life from a deeper angle, and I have great respect for the words they weave.


Julie Cantrell is an award-winning New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling novelist. She writes full time from her home in Oxford, Mississippi. Her latest book, PERENNIALS, was published in November, 2017

Mark PowellRichard Hugo wrote: "I forget the names of towns without rivers." I feel the same way about towns without bookstores. So it was with some trepidation that I accepted a job offer with Appalachian State University in Boone, North Carolina, in April 2016. I had visited. I knew the town, loved the town—the restaurants and bars and miles of trails that thread the area. But, so far as I could tell, there was no independent bookstore.

We crossed our fingers and moved anyway.

Small Treasons We got lucky. Actually, it was more than luck. I like to think that larger forces, good forces—because that is what animates bookstores, and Lord knows we need good forces right now—were working on our behalf. In May, just after my visit, Mary Prewitt had opened Foggy Pine Books in the heart of Boone. I immediately took my children, Silas and Merritt, ages eight and five. They are book people; if you're reading this, you are probably a book person yourself. They love books; they love to handle books, to read them, to take them to bed at night. But also, did I mention they are eight and five?

I have two tests for bookstores. The first is whether or not they stock "serious fiction." By serious fiction I mean, of course, do they stock the writers I love? Stepping into Foggy Pine, I breathed a sigh of relief and sent up a little thank-you to the Indie Gods. What was immediately evident was that Mary's bookstore was beautifully and lovingly curated.

My second test is a bit more—what would be the expression? Is "hands-on" too literal? If you've ever taken book-loving children into a bookstore, you know the way your joy at seeing them thrilled over printed words and pictures mixes with fear as they (sometimes roughly) handle those printed words and pictures. So I always look to the owner, to the clerk, to catch his or her eyes and see if they are wincing. I try to do this sneakily, all peripheral vision, but when I saw the look of cheerful acceptance on the face of Mary Prewitt, I knew I had found my bookstore. Which is a good thing, because, to paraphrase Richard Hugo, the bookstore is there to forgive the town. It's also there to bless it, to enlighten it, to unite it. If you find yourself in the mountains of Boone—and you most definitely should—find your way to Foggy Pine Books. Good forces are at work there.

PlayersThe Book behind the Book: Don Delillo's Players

There is a line early in Don DeLillo's fifth novel, Players, that I have spent a substantial and, likely, unhealthy amount of time considering. An airliner is lifting off, and within the first class cabin, an aeronautical paradise that disappeared at least a generation ago, a movie is playing. Men are golfing, when out of the trees comes a band of…of what? Murderers? Terrorists? Anarchists in "threadbare paisley vest[s]"? Whatever or whoever they are, they slaughter the tweed golfers in a spasm of violence as inexplicable as it is irrevocable. There is no logic to the act, except, perhaps, the pervasive logic of death. The passengers watch the film in silence. This is the faraway, the imagined. It is also the very real. "This," we are told, "is a lesson in the intimacy of distance." Since the September 11 attacks, we Americans have become thoroughly schooled in "the intimacy of distance." Yet until I read how DeLillo articulated it, I was never quite aware of what it was that I had felt so very near me—because it is very much a presence—while simultaneously so very far away.

Players is the story of Pammy and Lyle, a New York couple, bored and restless and then, suddenly, almost inexplicably, drifting into worlds parallel to their own. Lyle is Wall Street; Brooks Brothers suits and Thomas Pink shirts. A man versed in the "occult theology of money." After a man is shot on the trading floor, Lyle becomes entangled in a group of would-be terrorists. Pammy runs off to Maine to Jack and Ethan, a friendly couple steadily becoming less friendly, until they aren't a couple at all.

Both have crossed borders into worlds not their own. Yet, as DeLillo reminds us, "the sky [is] everywhere," and there is no other world, only parts of our own, poorly or never considered. This was what came home to me that Tuesday morning in September, twenty-four years old and realizing for the first time that the terror embedded in terrorism referred not to the rare acts of physical carnage but to the psychic fear that is the air we breathe.

DeLillo knew this three decades ago, of course. It is yet another reason he is as close to a minor prophet as American literature has given us. Players is a largely forgotten book; even fans of DeLillo often have never heard of it. But if it's unknown, it is only because its harsh lessons now animate our lives. The sky really is everywhere, and the distant is too often more intimate than we might ever have dreamed.

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