{"id":12719,"date":"2023-05-04T08:16:32","date_gmt":"2023-05-04T12:16:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/regalhousepublishing.com\/?page_id=12719"},"modified":"2023-05-04T08:16:34","modified_gmt":"2023-05-04T12:16:34","slug":"scott-gould","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/regalhousepublishing.com\/scott-gould\/","title":{"rendered":"Scott Gould"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I was born, raised, and still live in the South, a place with which I\u2019ve had an extremely roller coaster-ish, love-hate-love (again) relationship for way too many decades. With roots deep in Southern dirt, I suppose I\u2019m genetically imbued to believe everyone carries around a decent story to tell, and we have an obligation to listen to it. The stories I choose to tell originate from a very specific mantra: write what you know well enough to lie about. I\u2019ve been telling lies about the places and people I know for a number of novels and story collections now. I feel like I\u2019m just scratching the surface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This new novel, Peace Like a River<\/em>, revisits a setting from an earlier collection of stories. It\u2019s a place that will always mean a lot to me personally\u2014the South Carolina Lowcountry, with its syrup-slow rivers and Cypress swamps and odd collections of personalities. The novel concerns a father and a son and a grandfather\u2014all labels I possess\u2014and the spaces they occupy at a particular, dramatic point in their lives. And it\u2019s about different types of love\u2014young love; comfortable, quiet love; love still undiscovered. Ultimately, the book is about how the past breathes life into the present and vice versa. (Oh, and there\u2019s some funny stuff, too.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Early on, I wanted to be a poet, so I went to graduate school at the University of South Carolina, where I studied with James Dickey. There, I gave up on poetry (or rather, it gave up on me) and started writing stories under the mentorship of William Price Fox, a Southern writer who deserves a fresh renaissance. Years later, after the births of daughters and a 15-year employment tumble into the abyss of advertising, I returned to teaching and completed an MFA at Warren Wilson College. (Go Wallies.) For the past twenty-something years, I\u2019ve taught creative writing at the S.C. Governor\u2019s School for the Arts & Humanities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My previous books include a memoir, Things That Crash, Things That Fly<\/em>, the novels, Whereabouts<\/em> and The Hammerhead Chronicles<\/em>, as well as the story collections, Strangers to Temptation<\/em> and Idiot Men<\/em>. I\u2019m a multiple winner of the S.C. Arts Commission Individual Artist Fellowship in Prose and a recipient of the S.C. Academy of Authors Fiction Fellowship. Other stuff includes a Memoir Prize for Books, an IPPY Award for Southern Fiction, an Eric Hoffer Book Award for fiction, and the Larry Brown Short Story Award. Right now, I live in Sans Souci, South Carolina. The house has a big porch. Come visit, but bring a story. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Regal House Publishing is proud to bring you Scott Gould’s Peace Like a River<\/em> in 2025.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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