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New Waverly Book Give-Away For Halloween

October 27th, 2010 by jake · 5 Comments

James Markert, author of the Waverly Hills Novels, has a new work of fiction out in paperback called The Requiem Rose: A Waverly Hills Story:

At the height of the tuberculosis epidemic, a patient dies every hour at Waverly Hills Tuberculosis Sanatorium. Wolfgang Pike is both priest and doctor at the sanatorium, but his medicine can’t cure the sick and his religion can’t bring peace to them—or to himself. After the love of his life, Rose, died tragically on a downtown street, Wolfgang began focusing all his energy on writing the perfect requiem for her. But nothing is perfect enough for Rose’s memory.

When Tad McVain, a seven-fingered mute veteran of the Great War, shows up to die of TB, Wolfgang discovers that McVain was once a concert pianist. McVain reluctantly agrees to help Wolfgang finish his requiem, and suddenly they find themselves surrounded by musicians. Seeing it as a long-awaited sign from God, Wolfgang and a nurse, Susannah, recruit a choir from the patients and begin a small orchestra. Wolfgang is convinced that he can heal through music.

But his boss, Dr. Barker, opposes his every scheme.

Sounds good, right? Right. And thanks to James, I’m giving away two copies to readers.

To be entered to win, leave a comment on this post (be sure to use an email address where you may be contacted – it won’t be shared) telling us about your favorite spooky story about Louisville’s history. We’ll draw names just before Halloween.

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5 responses so far ↓

  • 1 L. Mason // Oct 27, 2010 at 8:51 pm

    Ok, hopefully this involving a historic Cemetery will qualify ? Maybe…? I love lore, marauding Goatmen, etc, but actually my most recent favorite ‘story(?)’ happened this week. On my morning bike ride into work, the fog cascading from the historic and creepy Cave Hill Cemetery onto Baxter at 7:30 am has been very Stoker-Dickens’ish with a touch of George Romero. What made it especially foreboding this morning was that in the neighborhood around Rogers and Payne there were a few skull heads blown from halloween displays poking out from the leaves in the road after being blown there by the storm. The fog combined with the random skullery was the coolest in creepy !! A historic ride in ! =:-P

  • 2 The Tim // Oct 27, 2010 at 9:43 pm

    My stories come from the Sunnyside. The area along Silver Creek, in New Albany (where you come down Hwy 62 from Clarksville into town), used to be a popular picnic area in the 1800s. Legend has it, a summer storm came up out of nowhere and a flash flood washed down in the picnic area. A young couple’s infant child was washed away. On certain nights, you can hear the mother calling for her baby’s name along the creekside.

    Up in Henryville, off the beaten path, is a small cemetery where one of the tombstones reportedly glows in the dark. I personally haven’t seen it, but I’ve encountered one or two people (one of them was a cop) who’ve seen it glowing.

  • 3 Justin // Oct 28, 2010 at 9:03 am

    My favorite tale is that of Mr. Frisch, a former worker at Palace Theater, who still roams the early 1920s building he used to frequent in the flesh. Even today as you walk downtown the sight of the Palace still takes you back to a time long ago when America was full of glitz and glamour.

  • 4 Shawn // Oct 28, 2010 at 2:07 pm

    When I was a teen dating a South End guy, we used to go up to an area near Waverly Hills called Hot Rod Haven. It was a favorite necking spot (OK, I’m old). The whole area was creepy as heck, but one of the old stones, a statute of Jesus, had a hand that was always warmer than the surrounding stone.

    (And yes, for the record, I did the death tunnel too ….)

  • 5 GtownReader // Oct 28, 2010 at 8:54 pm

    Since you have asked about Louisville’s history, not my own, I guess sharing my story about swimming & making out in a local cemetery because I was dating the offspring of the manager would not be appropriate.
    While in college in the ’60s, there was a story about mysterious lights appearing in the windows above the old Cunningham’s Restaurant, a tale referencing the (former?) red-light operation that had flourished there.

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