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Come to the Rochester Children’s Book Festival, Saturday, 11/4 !

Here’s one of life’s surprises: I’ve come to actually love Rochester, NY (and Buffalo, too, while we’re at it; my apologies, Binghamton, I’m not quite there yet, but I’m trying!). So I’m especially thrilled to be participating in the 25th or 26th Annual Rochester Children’s Book Festival this Saturday the 4th.

Arriving Friday night, I’m excited to hang out with some of my long-standing friends in our bloody business — it is, as they say, a bunny eat bunny world — meet young readers, teachers, librarians, parents, sign books, give a dazzling presentation, and even hoist a beverage or two in the evenings — just a terrific weekend all around. Hopefully we’ll meet new friends & co-conspirators along the way.

Jump on this link for all the gory details.

Free parking, people. The whole dang thing is free!

(Except, you know, don’t forget to bring that little plastic credit card! There are writers & illustrators & READERS to support!)

LOCALS: Come See Me This Saturday, 10/21, at the Open Door Bookstore!

I’ll be signing a range of books, I imagine, but mostly we’ll be celebrating 50 years of the fabulous Open Door bookstore. What an accomplishment, what a service to our community. 

For this visit, we’ll be focusing on some of my spookier titles — Exit 13 and the “Scary Tales” series — but there’s also just a big, wonderful, glorious store to visit and support. Put your money where your values are. 

Please stop by and say hello.

TRANSCRIPT: Remarks from “Let Freedom Read” Banned Books Event, Saratoga Springs Library, 10/5/23

Avid followers of this blog surely realize that I was recently invited to participate at a Banned Books event at Saratoga Springs Public Library. I was allotted seven entire minutes to speak, including the book excerpt which I selected to read. 

So, yeah, short and quick. Keep the line moving. I was glad to lend my voice and the whole night was a huge success, provocative and informative. One of those nights when I felt like I was in the right place at the right time. 

What follows is a relatively faithful transcript of the remarks I made, minus a few embellishments that occurred on the spot, in the event anyone is interested . . . 


I’d like to begin by putting in a word for story, that distinctly human activity with ancient roots, the gathering around a fire. 

The building of community.

The sharing of our hopes and dreams and experiences. 

The stories we tell.

In Robert McKee’s book on screenwriting, also called Story, he wrote that “Stories are equipment for living.”

In 1990, Rudine Sims Bishop wrote a remarkable essay in which she introduced the “Windows and Mirrors” concept of reading. In it, she outlined some of the functions of story. It is significant enough that I’d like to share some of it with you, as sort of preamble to my banned book selection.

Bishop opened her essay:

Books are sometimes windows, offering views of worlds that may be real or imagined, familiar or strange. These windows are also sliding glass doors, and readers have only to walk through in imagination to become part of whatever world has been created or recreated by the author. 

When lighting conditions are just right, however, a window can also be a mirror. Literature transforms human experience and reflects it back to us, and in that reflection we can see our own lives and experiences as part of the larger human experience. 

Reading, then, becomes a means of self-affirmation, and readers often seek their mirrors in books.

And a little farther along in the same essay:

When children cannot find themselves reflected in the books they read, or when the images they see are distorted, negative, or laughable, they learn a powerful lesson about how they are devalued in the society of which they are a part. 

In Bishop’s call for Diverse Books — we called them “Multicultural Books” at the time — she made a subtle but important point that has been somewhat overshadowed. Maybe because it’s less obvious, but I think it’s worth underscoring here today. Because yes, sure, many of us can easily accept the life-changing value of, say, nonwhites or Trans kids seeing themselves reflected positively in books. 

But in the absence of those diverse stories —- an absence that has long haunted American culture —- an absence dangerously reinforced by today’s spate of book banning —-  the damage is also felt by the dominant social groups who have always found their mirrors in books.

Bishop, again:

They, too, have suffered from the lack of availability of books about others. They need the books as windows onto reality, not just on imaginary worlds. They need books that will help them understand the multicultural nature of the world they live in, and their place as a member of just one group, as well as their connections to all other humans.

When we ban books, when we eliminate certain stories —- for whatever reasons —- fear or discomfort —- prejudice or closed-mindedness —- we lose our ability to step into someone else’s shoes. 

We surrender our ability to build empathy, compassion, and understanding. 

Those attributes are the foundation, the heart, of story. 

It is why stories have persisted through all of human history. 

It is why we read and how we learn. 

Here’s half a page from To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee, first published in 1960.


“It was summer-time, and two children scampered down the sidewalk towards a man approaching in the distance. The man waved, and the children raced each other to him. 

It was still summer-time, and the children’ came closer. A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summer-time, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention.

It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose’s. The boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day’s woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive. 

Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog. 

Summer, and he watched his children’s heart break. Autumn, again, and Boo’s children needed him. 

Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley bench was enough. 

Banned Books Event, Saratoga Public Library: Tonight (10/5/23)

I’ll be participating in tonight’s banned books-themed event at the Saratoga Public Library, running from 6:00 – 8:00. 

It’s a 45-minute drive from my house that I’ve made many times, since my daughter rowed for Saratoga Rowing Club. I’d pick her up from HS, drive her to practice, then go off to the library to work for a couple of hours. Then I’d pick her up and we’d drive home together. Often she’d be so tired, Maggie would pass out in the front seat. I usually did this about 3-4 times a week for a couple of years. 

The things parents do. 

Anyway, I was invited to participate and I hate to say no. It’s a good cause, something I care about. So, yeah, the drive up there, the event, the return home: probably four hours in total. I get seven minutes to say a few words and read an excerpt from To Kill a Mockingbird. But of course, it’s not about me. 

Come if you’re not too busy.


A Few Dates on the Calendar

There’s this in Chappaqua, NY . . .

Okay, I know, it looks a little weird — but roll with it, people. 180 children’s book authors & illustrators, but it’s the readers who make it all possible. They are the ones who excite me. 

I’m doing another Festival in Maplewood, NJ, on the following day — Sunday the 31st — but can’t locate any promotional materials. Concerning!

And there’s this . . . 

It’s amusing, this flyers that schools and event organizers whip up. I mean, the photo of me that they select. This one must be 10 years old. I imagine a graphic artist googling images for “James Preller” and looking through them, shaking a head, thinking, “No, no, ack, not this! No, no . . . hmmm, I guess maybe we could go with this one.”

Anyway, swing by. It’s Halloween season. Maybe something scary will inspire some page-turning. The Open Door is an amazing store and 50 years is an incredible accomplishment. Talk about a survivor.