Andrew K. Stone

I live in Washington, DC, but am from Rhode Island, lived in Boston, NYC and LA, where I worked on The Golden Girls, and sold a script to the show.I'm the author of two novels -- ALL FLOWERS DIE , the "definitive Boston rock and roll novel," and DISAPPEARING INTO VIEW , "Echoes of Dickens."
Both are available in bookstores everywhere (BARNES AND NOBLE, BORDERS, BOOKS-A-MILLION, WALDENBOOKS, and you local indie stores, as well as Amazon and other online booksellers, and through my website (for an amazing discount :) ).
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My first book, ALL FLOWERS DIE is set in the Boston music scene - the real Boston scene of the 1980s, when The Pixies and Aimee Mann were just starting out.Here are some fab reviews
"Specters of The Great Gatsby" The Anchorage Daily News
"The literary equivalent to turning the amps up to eleven" The New Haven Advocate
"Outstanding ... the plotline enticing, and the story is delightfully thought provoking ..." A Writers Choice
Here's a sample:
Of course at the time, it didn’t seem momentous at all. I couldn’t know the impact this buck-toothed stranger would have on me; in fact, it started rather ordinarily. I was sitting at my desk, holding the wooden and Formica desk top above my head as I struggled to put my school things inside. A few weeks earlier, my mother had bought a yellow Partridge Family lunch box for me, which I was carefully trying to fit into my desk without scratching the paint. As I moved things around the shallow desk, I heard a little laugh and, looking up, I noticed Dale in the row next to me.
“Can’t fit it in?” he asked.
“I’m trying to.”
“Maybe if you could take Tracy Partridge off the front it would fit better. I don’t think anyone will miss her - she doesn’t really do all that much.”
“You don’t like the Partridge Family?” I asked, withdrawing my head from the desk and putting the lunch box on the floor.
“No, I like ‘em okay. But Tracy bugs me. All she does is bang the tambourine. Why do they need her for that?”
“I don’t know....”
“I mean, at least they could give her something to say once in a while. But they never even do that very much. I think it would be rotten to have to be Tracy Partridge.” “But she is a TV star,” I reasoned.
“She’s not really a star. She just stands there, banging her tambourine. How does that make her a star?”
I slid the lunch box under my desk and challenged him.
“Well, who do you like?”
“Elvis Presley. He’s the King of rock n roll.”
“You mean that fat guy with the weird clothes?”
“He doesn’t have weird clothes.”
“He’s fat, though.”
“Well..., at least he’s a real star. And at least he’s not in a band with his mother. That’s weird.”
I slid the lunch box even further under my desk.
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As for my second novel, DISAPPEARING INTO VIEW it's an award-winner; it made the Harvard University bookstore's bestseller list, and is being taught in schools. It's the story of a 15-year-old boy who, for ten years, tries to drop out of society.
Reviewers were, again, very kind:
"Elegant ... echoes of Dickens" The Mobile Register
"A potent psychological drama...extraordinary" Wordweaving.com
"Intriguing...[it] will stay with you long after you finish reading." Bookbrowse.com
"Stone's writing is masterful." The Vinland Journal
Here's a sample:
When I was fifteen years old my home was blown up, but that's not the reason I'm homeless. After the explosion - and the subsequent aftershocks - that shattered my world, I made a conscious decision to remove myself from society. I don't regret that decision. My ten years on the street have been an invaluable experience and I've learned many lessons, most particularly how wrong I was. But I never would have realized this had I not run away. Before I left society, questions and doubts enshrouded me like a second skin. However, the transience of street life makes it difficult for too much moss to gather, and I suppose it was only natural that eventually I would have stumbled upon larger revelations. These came at a cost of pain and loss but the alternative would have been much worse. Remaining stagnant, my second skin would have solidified and, as a result of this emotional alchemy, I would have been sealed off to the point of suffocating inside of myself. I never would have felt a thing
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I'm also a musician/songwriter and am going into the studio soon to start recording a CD under the name The Love Molecules. I've put up a few demos -- let me know what you think. And if you vote for the song you like best -- maybe I'll do it for the record.