Tammy and I had the opportunity to tour through 770,000 square-feet of mill space in Biddeford yesterday.
It was nothing short of jaw-dropping. Here a couple photos of what we saw.
Above: one half of a massive L-shaped mill building. Below: a room in an old part of the mill where workers painted the floor so they could organize boxes of finished fabric.
Father of the Rain is Lily King’s third novel. I have read all Lily’s work, her novels The Pleasing Hour and The English Teacher, as well as all the short stories I can find.
Lily’s publisher is calling Father of the Rain “her most ambitious novel to date.” I am one-third of my way through reading the galleys and I have to agree with that assessment. Just this morning–a cold, rainy morning–I was reading the novel while stretched out on the couch. As the scene I was reading–a delicate back-and-forth between an adult daughter and her alcoholic father–unfolded, my eyes filled with tears. And here’s the thing: I can’t tell you exactly why I was crying. Lily has simply, in her way, opened some little fissure in my heart…
Father of the Rain in due in stores in July. In the meantime, I have not just the luxury of these advance galleys, but Tammy and I are also in the midst of developing Lily’s first web site for her. We’ll post we the site launches. In the meantime, it’s a treat to design with such rich material to work from.
Tammy and I have survived yet another Monday. Why is that on most Monday’s, I sit down at my desk, turn on my computer and *bang* it’s 7:30 at night…
Oh well. We put out some fires today, made some clients happy. No inspiration design today…all moving emails and paperwork. Maybe tomorrow?
Did I mention that Tammy has been sucking on a bobby pin for the better part of the day? That can’t be good…