T-LA Press Release, Baby

Hi y'all. Guess I should post my press release. Get hyped, yo! If you cain't feel it yet, or should I sing: "if you don't know me by now...."

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:

CONTACT:
Eben Carlson
773 6xx-xxxx
eben@ebencarlson.com

WHITE GOLD INTRODUCES $120 PAPERBACK “THE LOVE ARTIST”

Chicago, IL, 1/17/06 — Publisher White Gold today released The Love Artist by author Eben Carlson. The book, a 258 page paperback, retails for $120. It is Mr. Carlson’s first book and White Gold’s first release.

“A book or a CD is no different than a pair of shoes or a steak,” says Carlson, also the company’s chief executive artist, “If you want to create a classic, it’s going to take significantly more time and effort. It not only takes more guts but also more faith, patience and love. If you don’t recoup that you go broke.”

And the book?

“The Love Artist is about what we want and how to get it. Most people have given up on having it all—on being happy, relaxed, in love, doing exactly what they want and making money. The Love Artist puts everything back on the table. It’s both a bet with god and a story about exactly what true love costs.”

Carlson dismisses any notions that the price will deter readers.

“I’m not interested in going first for a couple bucks a copy. And anyone unwilling to drop what it costs probably isn’t ready for the discussion anyway. I took this entire process very seriously and got the price from the same place I got everything else. The cover, the price, the words—they’re all the same thing.”

And what about other tell-all writers like James Frey and JT Leroy?

“It’s more fun than their books, more a story but also more true. I wasn’t addicted or messed up by my parents, I was a well-paid professional from a loving family who couldn’t feel it. I had a notion that things could be incredibly, beautifully, wonderfully better but I also had no idea how that might actually happen.”

Set five minutes in the future, The Love Artist is the story of an extra-ordinary man named Julius.

Finding himself institutionalized after an apparent motorcycle accident, Julius struggles to remember what he can of his old life while "translating" as much western culture as he can for use with the Intimists—an art movement comprised of fellow patients he's determined to launch from his sickbed.

He knows appearing deranged helps his work to be taken seriously—and ensures his continued care—but he finds his condition exhausting. He can't get anything done. He’s confused. And then there’s that nurse…

To pull off his happy ending—to get better, get the money and get the girl—Julius starts crunching the numbers. What will it take? He sees horror and absurdity all around him, but love seems to clear his head. Or is it clouding it? Is what he wants the way out or just his final test—the thing he must give up for love?

Finally, in a conclusion unlike anything in modern literature, Julius constructs an experiment that will prove everything once and for all. That will create a way to both live and love. If, that is, he can survive.

The Love Artist is a beautiful book. Both smart and enjoyable, it moves relentlessly forward and leaves nothing behind. An engaging tale and a blueprint for the future, it is truly the next American classic.


“Eben has a wonderfully playful tone and a very good "voice" overall—it doesn't sound forced or fake, he seems to write things down exactly as he sees them.” —Charles Mudede, The Stranger, Seattle

"My favorite living American writer!" —William Wimsatt, author of Bomb the Suburbs, New York

“[Carlson's] grasp of reality is thrilling!” —Nadia Gordon, author of the Sunny McCoskey Napa Valley
mystery series, San Francisco


The Love Artist is available at Amazon.com and White Gold's web site: http://www.whiteg.com. For more information and an excerpt of the book please visit http://www.whiteg.com. ###


[--Now, got damn, kilogram, how could you have that show up in your inbox and just let it go? These motherfuckers are dead! In the heart of the beast so long they don't even believe in sunshine. Oh well, it's got nothing to do with me. Ignore me as long as you want, I'm'n'a have fun regardless. I officially no longer give a fuck! But once you do crack--once someone else makes being alive okay because they're not afraid of what it costs--don't go blabbing to everyone that you were there first, cause as of right now, you won't even post a comment on this shit. As punk, as professional, as cool and as smart and handsome and genious as you are? C'mon! They get posts on blogs talking about HTML code and Sex in the CIty up the ying-yang.

Confidential to white people: buy this fucking book, yo! You can get it here or on Amazon.com. Shake that motherfucking ass! Back that thang up, baby! Do it!)]