Synopsis (from Amazon):
In the quaint backdrop of
a small southern town, circa 1959, an extraordinary tale unfolds through the
charming narration of an unlikely storyteller - Ralph, a spirited four-legged
companion with a knack for punchy humor.
Amidst a world where most dogs merely wag their tails and feline neighbors purr quietly, Ralph and his witty counterpart, Murray, emerge as remarkable exceptions, gifted with extraordinary abilities.
As they traverse the idyllic landscapes of their hometown, encountering ghosts, hobos, and even the iconic twist dance craze spearheaded by Chubby Checker himself, Ralph and Murray's adventures take on a whimsical, yet deeply resonant quality.
Through their escapades, readers are treated to a delightful journey brimming with empathy, kindness, and compassion, serving as a poignant reminder of the power of standing up for others.
From unraveling the mysteries of why pencils have erasers to discovering who might have alligators for lunch, Ralph and Murray weave a tapestry of nostalgia from a bygone era with heartwarming humor and infectious charm.
Readers of all ages are invited to immerse themselves in a world where the bonds of friendship and the beauty of diversity reign supreme, leaving behind a trail of laughter, wisdom, and unforgettable memories.
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
After
the car ride across town when they first brought me home, my stomach was rumbling around, and I upchucked on the kitchen floor.
That’s when they named me Ralph. It’s an average name for a dog. Especially suited for a
pound puppy with short, white hair from the neck down, black and brown fur on
my head distributed judiciously, lanky legs not quite eight inches long, and a
nondescript tail wagging most of the time. I lie around the house and yard like
dogs tend to do, waiting on some action from the people around
here.
A cat started
wandering over my fence and I raced out and pretended to catch him in my
lockjaw fangs and tear him to shreds. Actually, it’s Murray next door and if he
didn’t show up occasion- ally, it would be even more boring when the kids are
off at school. So, I race out to intercept him, he screeches and arches his
back and pretends he’s a vicious lion, and king of the fence. We have a Mexican
standoff for a minute from his perch on top of the fence; then he jumps back to
his yard and I go back to the shade of my patio. It breaks up the
afternoon, what can I say?
Like most Americans,
I don’t have a notable pedigree. And no, I don’t try to fabricate the pedigree thing by showing off “designer” labels. Well, I actually
don’t wear labels. But if I had a well-placed
blush of color across my back, I might have a pedigree...at least for some folks. It’s a fun game, but actually I have
more fun with the Murray
thing.
When
I joined the family, Tommy was eleven, and Ricky was
nine. I was almost six months old and didn’t know much
about a dog’s life or how people acted, but I started watching everything. I noticed there was a hierarchy in the
family, a kind of pecking order, and it adjusted
itself depending on who was in the house. For example, when Dad was home, there was an unwritten deferral to him as
the top dog, no pun intended. Mom was the default when Dad was on a trip, and
when in their rooms, big brother Tommy was the alpha,
leaving Ricky on the bottom rung...except for me, but I’m just a dog.
So telling a story from a dog’s
perspective, you’d think it would be pretty limited. After all, I can’t speak,
and I don’t have a place at the supper table to talk over the
day’s events, and all
that sort of thing. But two things happened that changed all that.
One April afternoon when the springtime sun was breaking
through a cloudy gloom, and drying the winter-soaked yard,
I was making a security check around the periphery of the back fence. I turned the corner and looked up to see
Murray sitting leisurely on a cross beam at the
top. He was sprawled out so his red-white-and touches-of-black coat caught the
waning sunlight in an almost shiny glisten. While standing there motionless dismissing my gut reaction to defend the
sanctity of my turf, a small, quiet voice spoke
into my ear. “How’s it going today, buddy?” I tilted my head at this strange sound while I looked up at Murray. His mouth was
stretched out in a big grin and it looked like
he actually winked at me. Bewildered, my head turned back the other way. “It’s okay, you can do this,” the voice whispered.
Looking back to Murray, I thought, “Are you talking to me?” “Yes, and
it’s okay,” the voice said.
Over time, Murray
showed me how to listen to everything around me including, and most intriguingly, people. When he climbs to the top of the fence, I
still run out as if tearing him to pieces, because we
both like doing it. But the world changed, and a lot of the things that happen are no longer a
mystery.
Okay, as if that’s
not enough. In the evenings after dinner, the boys go to their rooms and do homework. As I had no homework of my own to do, I broke up the
boredom by shuttling back and forth between the two bedrooms. Snuggling into
Tom’s bedspread, I watched him stare at books and quietly turn the pages,
sometimes fast and other times deliberate, while writing on an adjacent pad.
Watching Ricky was a different experience, and led to the second life-changing event. For
one, he usually sat on
the bed with a couple of pillows behind his back. Sometimes he had a pad of paper out, but other times he leafed through books with a steady even
pace, and then I noticed the thing that was the defining
moment. He was moving his lips as he read, literally mouthing the words. And
get this, about half the time he actually whispered each word as he read...so low that people didn’t
notice, but I have better hearing than people. After a while I found a position to sit where I
could watch the page while hearing the words. Now sit down and take a deep
breath, because what I’m about to tell you is hard to
swallow. Ready? Okay, here goes. Under this strange confluence of
circumstances, I taught myself to read. Okay, I know. Believe me I get it. I’m a dog. Dogs can be very smart, and some can think and even
outwit their masters. But read?
Well, let it settle
in for a bit while I tell you some stories of growing up in this small Southern town.
Guest Post:
Q & A
On writing:
How did you do research for your book?
I
did research during the pandemic by inviting my friend Buddy to reminisce about
those times and our adventures when we were ten years old. Also, I took the
short drive from Nashville to my hometown, where the book is set. I drove
around and walked around the neighborhoods. I stopped frequently in front of my
childhood home and studied the whole place letting my imagination run free.
In your book you make a reference to Zeke, the
neighborhood character. How did you come up with this idea?
We
were small-town kids and didn’t know much about the outside world. Zeke
purported to have traveled the world and didn’t mind telling stories about
exciting places and things he’d done…even if he made up most of them. His
stories opened their world up to many possibilities.
Where do you get inspiration for your stories?
I
listen a lot looking for twists and turns in people’s lives that might make a
story. I also try to frequently read both fiction and non-fiction. I generally
latch onto a big story idea and then watch and open up to elements that fit.
For example, with Ralph & Murray,
I toured the Everglades while writing it, and came back with a really fun twist
on “who eats alligators for lunch.”
There are many books out there that are memoirs
or about dogs. What makes yours different?
This
book is a memoir about my growing up in a small southern town in the late
1950’s, but the narrator is two-feet high and walks on all fours. How could you
not be Laugh-Out-Loud funny with that?
What advice would you give budding writers?
ABCD.
Apply butt to chair daily. Okay…and get some training so you have a baseline to
work from.
Your book is set in Murfreesboro, Tennessee.
Have you ever been there?
I
was born there.
Do you have another profession besides writing?
I
retired from a business career.
How long have you been writing?
I
started writing a weekly business column for a local newspaper in California
around 1995, but didn’t try fiction until I was in classes at Stanford
University in 2006.
Do you ever get writer’s block? What helps you
overcome it?
Writer’s
block is just losing focus. I try to turn the anxiety and frustrations of the
moment into great scenes or dialogue. I stand back and embrace the feelings,
and learn not to let these emotions slip away unused. I try to not think about
myself too much.
What is your next project?
We
are editing Book two in the Pieces of Eight series called Eight Pieces of Eight. A new dog and cat book is on the drawing
board called Ralph & Murray: The
Parrot, the Poison, and the Ghost.
What is a favorite compliment you have received
on your writing?
One
reader said, “I had to leave the room, I was laughing so hard.”
If your book were made into a movie, what songs
would be on the soundtrack?
I
expect that I’ll write them.
Which authors inspired you to write?
My
favorite writer is Jack London.
Where do you write?
I
write in my home office.
Do you write every day?
When
in the middle of a manuscript, I try to write 5 or 6 days a week for a few
hours.
Fun stuff:
If there is one thing you want readers to
remember about you, what would it be?
He
is really good looking and he’s nice to dogs. But seriously, I like to paint
word pictures for the reader. I like my characters to show their feelings and
be relatable to readers. I want readers to be intrigued by the story and the
plot.
What is something you've learned about yourself
during the pandemic?
It’s
okay to be alone!!
What is your theme song?
I
wrote a song called, “Nickel Beer.” It’s on Spotify, iTunes, and you’ll be glad
you listened to it.
What song is currently playing on a loop in your
head?
I
wrote a song for Ralph to sing about the mom of the house called “Looking After
Me.” The recording is almost finished, but I haven’t released it, and it’s
rolling around my head.
What is your go-to breakfast item?
I
usually have Greek Yogurt, blueberries, granola and bacon on the side.
Tell us about your longest friendship.
My
longest friendship is made clear in the pages of Ralph & Murray. He’s Buddy in the book.
Who was your childhood celebrity crush?
I
wanted to be Elvis.
Author
Bio:
Rick Glaze published the kayaking adventure, The Purple River in 2021, Spanish Pieces of Eight, a sailing
adventure/mystery, and Jackass: Short
Story Collection in 2022. He was a Columnist at San Francisco’s Nob Hill Gazette, attended the Stanford
University Creative Writing Program, and is a graduate of Peabody College,
Vanderbilt University, and MTSU.
He is an award-winning songwriter with two CDs, a
Pandora radio station, credits on Country Music Television (CMT), BBC Radio, as
well as radio airplay. Rick has rafted the Grand Canyon, the Salmon and Rogue
Rivers as well as sailed throughout the Caribbean Sea.
Website: https://rickglaze.com/
Facebook: @RickGlazeBooks
Twitter: @RicksbooksRick
Instagram: @rick.glaze
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Our Thoughts:
Praise:
“"Rick
Glaze does an amazing job of sharing what life was like in the 50s and 60s
through the perspective of a dog and it makes for a hilarious and unique
book."
"Ralph
& Murray is a delightful journey into nostalgia that will resonate with
readers of all ages, making it a perfect shared experience for the entire
family."
"A funny, smartly observant, and
philosophical animal tale; a heartwarming read."
— Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
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