Most Popular Books by Will James

"Harnack captures the special quality of life in Wisconsin''s North Country. This is a book that residents or visitors familiar with places like Sherman should find of special interest. But its audience need not be confined to Northwoods admirers. If the writing is regional, it''s in the broad spectrum of such writing that includes authors such as Sherwood Anderson." -- Robert W. Wells, Milwaukee Journal Book Editor "You are doing in print what it seems Seurat and Renoir did in oil on canvas: vibrating with the stuff of everyday living and feeling but in your case with a lively sense of value." -- Lester Mondale, Philosopher (brother of Walter Mondale) "Poignant, reminded me of my own life. The mystique of the Northwoods." -- Antler, Milwaukee Poet Laureate, Recipient of the Walt Whitman Award "Place has always been important to me. Like grapevines and cocoa beans that reflect through their flavor the soil and water in which they grow. Some places become part of a person''s emotional and mental fabric, sometimes even when a person only passes through for a night or two. Mr Harnack has written a collection of evocative, elegiac stories that show us a few of the human threads woven through a small northern Wisconsin town in the Chain of Lakes. The stories span decades and characters disappear and re-emerge, forging, repairing or severing links, bound together by the vibrations and ethos of the remote beautiful, northern woods and water. Reading the book feels at turns like watching the flickering 8mm films of home movies, flashes of a familiar past linking up with the present. Like John Prine''s "Lake Marie," which inspires the final tale, the lake town of Sherman, WI is the stage, the foundation and steadfast witness to life, death, loss, love and memory." -- A Reader, Ludington, MI

A graphic novel based on the true story of the astronaut testing program that enlisted thirteen women who believed they would be considered serious candidates to be among the first Americans in space. The women struggled to contribute to the space program in the face of political opposition, personal vendettas, and the prevailing sexism of the period. Includes a short interview (1 page) with Susan Kilrain, a former NASA pilot.

James asks for work as an illustrator.

Will James first took up the guitar at the age of 11 in his hometown of Minneapolis. He moved to Texas at 17. He now lives in Arkansas.

The old ones had grand and glorious machines. They inhabited glittering cities of light. They loved to fly (seemingly so dangerous to us) as documented in our first story: The Little Prince. They could fly across oceans. Their sailing vessels filled the skies They mapped the stars and sent men into space--but they went mad and destroyed themselves. We are their offspring. Faint traces of the old world can still be seen in our world, in ruins and refuse not yet been reclaimed by nature. We do not know what lies beyond our shores. Our seafaring vessels are not capable of traversing the globe. Over many generations our people have engaged in battles but nothing like the great wars of the past. We live a peaceful existence. We feel blessed. We share a common language with the old world, with our ancestors; even so, many of their words seem foreign to us and are difficult to decipher. The old ones were capable of great magic. They were able to record and transmit images of themselves across great distances. This art has now been lost. We do have transcripts of these talking pictures along with faded photographs, ragged books and other deteriorating volumes archived in makeshift libraries. Sadly the largest of these libraries recently burned. This is why we have decided to compile and distill from the existing archives a few stories that moved us. We are thinking of future generations, that there will be a record not just of sacred texts (stories of sky gods and virgin births), of poets and philosophers and of visionaries and prophets but we wish to produce (using the archives and literary techniques discovered in the books of the old ones) a glimpse into this ancient civilization before death and the whirlwind overtook them.ABOUT THE AUTHORSWill James is a poet and musician. After spending several years in Paris, France, he returned to the United States in late 2005.Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was born in Lyon France in 1900. He disappeared in July 1944 while flying a reconnaissance mission over occupied France during World War II.

Killers will rise. Angels will fall.When death is just the beginning, how far will an assassin go to hunt her quarry?The grim congregation is assembled. The target lies ahead.If our broken reality is to stand a chance, Deborah and her ragtag crew must travel a long and perilous road.Traversing the plains of a hostile heaven, her Band of Heroes must endure all that fate can lay in their way.Ahead, the legion Office of God.Behind, the furious, Hell-torn past.Among them, doubt, fear and the conflicting loyalties of the lost.In a world where nothing is constant, where the whims of the unworthy sow seeds and the masquerade of sin and faith sways like the breeze, how much betrayal can one woman bear?How far can blind loyalty be pushed?

The old ones had grand and glorious machines. They could fly across oceans. Their sailing vessels filled the skies. They inhabited glittering cities of light. They mapped the stars and sent men into space--but they went mad and destroyed themselves. We are their offspring. Faint traces of the old world can still be seen in our world, in ruins and refuse not yet been reclaimed by nature. We do not know what lies beyond our shores. Our seafaring vessels are not capable of traversing the globe. Over many generations our people have engaged in battles but nothing like the great wars of the past between Eurasia, Atlantis, Oceania and the Illuminati. We live a peaceful existence. We feel blessed. We share a common language with the old world, with our ancestors; even so, many of their words seem foreign to us and are difficult to decipher. The old ones were capable of great magic. They were able to record and transmit images of themselves across great distances. This art has now been lost. We do have transcripts of these talking pictures along with faded photographs, ragged books and other deteriorating volumes archived in makeshift libraries. Sadly the largest of these libraries recently burned. This is why we have decided to compile and distill from the existing archives a few stories that moved us. We are thinking of future generations, that there will be a record not just of sacred texts (stories of sky gods and virgin births), of poets and philosophers and of visionaries and prophets (Nostradamus, George Orwell and Edgar Allan Poe), but we wish to produce (using the archives and literary techniques discovered in the books of the old ones) a glimpse into this ancient civilization before death and the whirlwind overtook them.