On Bastille Day (that’s Wednesday, July 14), the newest Stewart literary triumph takes to the bookshelves — Matt Stewart’s debut novel, The French Revolution, will officially launch. OK, I’m only slightly biased, since he is my son, but it’s a terrific read, and I hope you will check it out. I stress, however, that although I write history, Matt’s book is fiction, and has only a notional connection to the actual French Revolution of 1789.
It’s the story of an over-the-top family in San Francisco and its struggles with fate and each other. Remember, now, it’s fiction: not about our family.
The reviews have been great so far, and have been coming from all over the country. A quick sampling:
San Francisco Chronicle: “Stewart writes the sort of sentences that punch holes in a 140-character ceiling and sail out corkscrewing across the bay. From its first pages, which describe the laborious morning ritual of Esmeralda Van Twinkle – a persnickety, ravenous and extremely large cashier in a copy shop – the novel fondly recalls John Kennedy Toole’s 1980 classic ‘A Confederacy of Dunces.'”
[Like “A Confederacy of Dunces”! Pretty cool!]
Kirkus Reviews: “Best of all, Stewart’s language sparkles, sometimes riffing like Bob Dylan, always moving the narrative forward….easy entertainment in book form.”
SF Weekly: “Stewart’s command of rhythm and descriptive detail sometimes astounds. His handling of character and tone [is] a cocktail of absurdity, whimsy, and occasional brutality.”
Boston Globe: “Whimsically allegorical…amusing and quite clever.”
Not only does he write better than his old man, he’s the good-looking one.
I married well.
So buy it! Buy a bunch of them! Give them to your friends!