I am so honored to have a Best Of...with an entire book length of new material to go along with what was selected by Editor, Robin Stratton, of my long time publisher, Big Table Publishing.
If you click, Foreward the book by Robin Straton you can read her entire FOREWARD, in the 'LOOK INSIDE THE BOOK' Amazon widget. Below is my Introduction--they should be read together.
FOREWORD
by Robin Stratton
Tim Gager is a lot of things: poet, novelist,
magazine editor, director of the popular Dire Reading Series, and beloved
mascot in the Boston literary scene where he contributes his energy to
supporting and cheering on all his writing friends. He’s talented, funny, charming,
adorable, helpful, and a dozen years sober. During Covid, while the rest of us
stayed home and watched re-runs of Gray’s
Anatomy and Downton Abbey and
maybe dashed off a poem or two, he wrote an entire volume, Amazon’s #1
best-selling 2020 Poems. With the
literary world basically shut down, he reinvented his reading series by
becoming a Zoom host, and then uploaded
all of the readings on YouTube. Of course he was also hard at work on his
latest novel, Joe the Salamander, a
sweetly-sad, funny and heartfelt story about a boy with autism.
It was during this time that I contacted him
and asked if he’d be willing to let us publish a Best-of collection. Please
understand how unusual it is for Big Table Publishing Company to solicit
manuscripts. We get a lot of them, why do we go looking for more?
Because it’s Tim Gager. It’s Tim Gager.
When I started Big Table Publishing Company
in 2004, it was a modest endeavor, primarily aimed at helping my writing
friends get published. I under-estimated the excitement of a new indie press in
the community, and was surprised that we were buried in submissions almost from
the start. And as I became immersed in the scene, I kept hearing the name Tim
Gager. Have you met Tim Gager yet? You
haven’t’? Oh, you have to meet him!
In September 2012, I attended the “100,000
Poets” event hosted by Dedham’s Poet Laureate, Christopher Reilley. As a
fledging writer of poetry (I dared not refer to myself as a “poet;” I still
don’t) I was happy to see some of my writing friends, including two local
favorites known as “the two Jenns”—Jennifer Jean and Jennifer Martelli. Chris
tapped my arm and said, “There’s Tim Gager,” and I looked and sure enough,
there he was: tall and lanky, smiling warmly. I said, “Oh!” He said, “Hi,” and
held out his hand and we shook. And that is how I finally met Tim Gager.
We became friends. I was over the top excited
when he asked if Big Table would consider his first novel, The Thursday Appointments of Bill Sloan. It’s about a fame-lusting
psychologist who wants to have his own show, like Dr. Phil, and the disastrous
consequences when he gets it. Thursday
Appointments was Big Table’s hottest seller in 2014.
Tim went back to poetry and short fiction for
his next two books, both published by Big Table: Chief Jay Strongbow is Real (2017) and Every Day There is Something about Elephants (2018.) When we threw
a book launch for Elephants, I did
something I’d never done before or since: I asked him if I could read one of
his stories. Such nerve! What if he was planning to read it? It didn’t matter,
I couldn’t help it, I had to be the
one to present that story to the crowd. “Jack” is a brilliant, tragic,
sparsely, masterfully written story about a cop whose wife is murdered, and I
love the last paragraph so much that it almost makes me cry:
Jack has nightmares of yellow tape he can’t
cross. Jack spends a lot of time on the sofa. It works like a handcuff. Friends
bring dinner. There is food on the table. Jack takes off his hat. “Never marry
a cop,” Jack used to kid. Jack washes his creased face. He says, “Oh God, Oh my
God.”
Tim’s next novel was Grand Slams, a Coming of Eggs Story. Loosely based on his own teen
years, it’s about an ill-adjusted, going-nowhere kid who winds up working at a
diner. I loved the review on Amazon that called it “funny, tense, and tender.”
Spreading
Like Wildflowers was released just before the
pandemic hit, the title sounding like the last breath of fresh air before the
world stopped breathing, and in “The Miracles of Recovery,” Tim asks himself
with a trace of wonder,
Who would have thought salvation is no longer
found in the piss jars in old isolated
bedrooms?
Then
it was 2020. Tim, proudly sober at that point for ten years, was alone with his
roommates (two rabbits: Alice and Bertie), and was deeply grieving the loss of
his mother who had died just a few months earlier, and the decline of his
father, who had moved to Maryland and because of COVID, was un-visitable–a
gloomy set of circumstances that made most of us reach for a second glass of
wine at night. But the true poet embraces emotions, whether joyful or the
shittiest time of one’s entire life, and that’s what Tim did:
If you’re weak of mind
this poem is not a holiday;
it does not twinkle, nor
are its words lights from a city,
observed upon the descent―
each, a pushpin of hope.
Completing and securing a publishing contract for Joe the Salamander and then busting his
ass promoting it didn’t seem to slow Tim down at all, and when he submitted his
Best of manuscript, I was amazed at
how much new material was there. As always, I felt that tug of envy, and I am
not ashamed to admit it. I especially love the way his chaotic thoughts make a
solid landing in such a powerfully calm, insightful place in “God and You:”
Take a trip if you want to
come up
to
celebrate 6 AM.
It’s
been 20 years since
we
stayed in Yellowstone,
and,
yeah, I'm still struggling:
maybe nine months-six
months-three months.
One month is when you’re
coming?
I love you even with that mouth.
Can
you hear me at this distance
saying,
I don't need people
I can stay in my room.
But I
don’t have to be that person anymore.
If the title “Christmas 2019” makes you think you are
going to be reading about fluffy snowflakes and kissing ’neath the
mistletoe…nope! He has something else in mind, this master of grabbing your
heart; instead of twisting it, he releases it and launches it into a beautiful,
sacred place:
Stunned awake by ring tone
—nothing good comes of—that
nurse asking if you’d like
to say a final goodbye
as your mother lies dying in a hospice bed.
Maybe they’re only keeping her alive
so you can drive to Harbor House at
midnight, because hospice is respectful
the same way a neighbor will
later send you a sympathy card.
So, you tell the nurse, No
because you have said
goodbye every day
for the past two months,
sat there at the bedside, heard
her whisper she wasn’t scared
of what comes after. She said,
you know, one time,
she smelled the scent
of roses in the dead of Winter.
Working with Tim Gager has surely been a highlight of my
career as editor of Big Table Publishing Company. Being his friend, a highlight
of my life. When you read this book, you’ll understand. Because it’s Tim Gager.
It’s Tim Gager.
Robin
Stratton, January 2023
San Francisco,
CA
Introduction
by Timothy
Gager
I’m often
quite strong willed to work with. I have ideas and visions regarding my work,
and I have a difficult time letting go.
Soon after
Big Table Publishing Company released an anthology of Doug Holder’s greatest
works, The Essential Doug Holder, I
was asked by Big Table, my publisher of many years, if I would be interested in
releasing The Essential Timothy Gager, a compilation of what they considered my
best. To be so honored, wouldn’t you think I would just go with whatever they
want?
Well, it
is words and the meaning of words which are important, so this is where my head
went when I heard the word “essential,” which is defined by the Oxford
Dictionary as: absolutely necessary,
extremely important.
I don’t
feel essential. I never have. Food, water, oxygen, and human contact.
Essential. Essential. Essential. Essential. My poems, my fiction, my excerpts.
Non-essential. Non-essential. Non-essential. Important to me? Yes. Important to
others? I’ve discovered there are a few people I’ve made some sort of mark on,
but I’ve never been essential. I am even classified in my job as a
non-essential employee, but I am essential enough to draw a paycheck for the
past twenty-plus years. My sperm may fit that description as it was essential
in producing my children. That fits the definition pretty well, but, also not
as a title.
I’ve done
an honest assessment of the work included in this anthology, and while all are the “best” of any given period of my
writing or particular publication, I don’t feel they are essential.
At one
point I felt different about my place in the world. I, as a human being, was
very, very, essential, but only in my own mind. Damn, how essential I thought I
was! Whatever I wanted, I felt I deserved in one way or another. If things
didn’t happen there had to be someone at fault or some dislike of me.
I also had
the important task of figuring out every motivation of every person in the
universe and create a narrative around it; my own jaded narrative which was
100% correct, of course. Everything had to be exactly what I thought, because I
held this essential central place and my
world revolved around it. If it was a square peg in a round hole, I would keep
trying until I could jam it in. Everything in that world was black and white,
and I held the dye. This is what happens when you appoint yourself while being
self-important and dripping with ego. I had a lot to learn.
I got
sober in 2010, but it was only when I learned some humility, did sober life
kick in as something enjoyable. I welcome you reader, to play a game. Remember
those puzzles in children’s magazines where you would find the differences in
two illustrations or photographs and circle them in pencil? It is a game you
can play when you read this. I challenge you to find the differences in the
work written before 2010, versus the ones written after. Some of the work
appearing in books published after 2010 have poems or stories written before
2010, so it can get tricky. Replay review might be necessary.
I am
thrilled that new, unseen work is included. When I asked Big Table Publishing’s
editor Robin Stratton if there was room for any new poems and stories, she was
enthusiastic. Little did she know that I had nearly an entire book, over 150
pages of new pieces! What’s more, I
wanted them to be in the beginning. She asked if she could present the material
chronologically, at the end. I said I’d prefer to start with them, and she
said, “Okay, that’s fine.” Many years into my life as a writer, I can tell you
that it is support and encouragement, including this invitation from Robin,
that has kept me going, and keeps me willing to write more—and not quit.
I am
extremely grateful to Big Table Publishing Company for honoring me by
publishing this volume. It humbles me greatly, to have something like this in
my hands. I hope you can feel that energy as it sits in your hands right now,
and although it is not “essential,” I hope it will somehow leave an impression.
“Live
24-7,” Timothy Gager
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