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		<title>By: InGroup Press</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-34882</link>
		<dc:creator>InGroup Press</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 22:52:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ISBN: 978-1935725084 Available from Ingrams, Bella, Smashwords and most distributors.
The mysticism and religious fanaticism of the Dust Bowl era has had a profound impact on the arts. Popular TV shows like HBO’s Carnivale have brought this strange time period into the mainstream. These were years marked by war, a global depression, racial hostility, and a collective search for salvation. In author Lyn LeJeune’s new book, Elijah Rising (inGroup Press, October 2011), a man’s descent into madness begins as the world goes to war. Disillusioned with his boring life in New York City, a wealthy white heir to a railroad fortune follows a black tent-fundamentalist preacher out west. Their goal is to bring God to those uncivilized and uncharted parts of America. But as they venture deeper into the unknown, it is they who may most require the grace of God. Elijah Rising is a love story filled with captivating descriptive writing, profound characters, and a learned sense of history. LeJeune has written timeless, high-end fiction for even the most discerning tastes. 
  JP Souza Publicity, inGroup  Press T: (773) 599-0337E-Mail: JP@inGroupPress.com Web: www.inGroupPress.com
***Note from author: Howard Zinn – greatly missed – was one of my first readers.  He wrote this to me:  “I read it in two sittings, became involved in the story. You write every well!”  Now who wouldn’t have pursued the book to publication? It is now published by InGroup Press.
Excerpt:   It is 1917 …
ELIJAH RISING
                                                           Lyn LeJeune
                                                                                                              Our youth are desperados
                                                                                                                                 Warner Fabian

                                         BLACK PROPHET ON A FIERY CROSS

                                                                                                            Put it over the plate for Jesus.
					                                                        Billy Sunday
The frigid winds of February have assaulted New York like the beginning of an ice age. Then I saw him. I had given up on him, believed he had been blown away with the winds of time. I’d been afraid that he had perished, sucked into the meanness of humanity in these last years.  But today I stared at his picture; there he was majestic before me, his words no longer hued in bright colors just for me, but in plain and simple black and white, spread out on the table like demented symbols. Black hands held and threw the words at will. 
          Little Washington is standing upright on a platform, the sun is streaming down on his shoulders, his eyes are frenzied.  He is wearing a suit and tie.  In his outstretched hands he holds a Bible, as though he were making a final offering to the world: Take this or you shall be left behind.  Is that what he is saying to the crowd?  The caption below the picture reads: Young Negro preacher speaks in tongues.  Elijah Broom captivates even white southerners in Tennessee revival.  An alien hand rubbed my back, leaving bloody nail marks as it moved from my neck to my spine. That was the pain of it, the shock.  Little Washington, now the great Elijah, had made his way to a home, a place to belong, and planted himself into the mind of America.  Did he respond to a calling, one that had been with us as we looked down upon his dead mother that long ago day?  Had God spoken to him from his open Bible, reached out and clutched his soul in big, white fabricated hands?  The portent of this intention, this transformation, was captured in the picture.  Elijah was out for retribution.   The article goes on to describe him: He is not five feet tall, a little yellow Negro that speaks about the flood and redemption.  When asked if he is going back to Africa with Mr. Garvey, he says: ‘No sir, I am in the presence of the divine country.  I have followed the instructions of my Lord, for I have been called to cleanse this land.  Alleluia’.  And then he kisses his Bible.  He always kisses his Bible.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ISBN: 978-1935725084 Available from Ingrams, Bella, Smashwords and most distributors.<br />
The mysticism and religious fanaticism of the Dust Bowl era has had a profound impact on the arts. Popular TV shows like HBO’s Carnivale have brought this strange time period into the mainstream. These were years marked by war, a global depression, racial hostility, and a collective search for salvation. In author Lyn LeJeune’s new book, Elijah Rising (inGroup Press, October 2011), a man’s descent into madness begins as the world goes to war. Disillusioned with his boring life in New York City, a wealthy white heir to a railroad fortune follows a black tent-fundamentalist preacher out west. Their goal is to bring God to those uncivilized and uncharted parts of America. But as they venture deeper into the unknown, it is they who may most require the grace of God. Elijah Rising is a love story filled with captivating descriptive writing, profound characters, and a learned sense of history. LeJeune has written timeless, high-end fiction for even the most discerning tastes.<br />
  JP Souza Publicity, inGroup  Press T: (773) 599-0337E-Mail: <a href="mailto:JP@inGroupPress.com">JP@inGroupPress.com</a> Web: <a href="http://www.inGroupPress.com" rel="nofollow">http://www.inGroupPress.com</a><br />
***Note from author: Howard Zinn – greatly missed – was one of my first readers.  He wrote this to me:  “I read it in two sittings, became involved in the story. You write every well!”  Now who wouldn’t have pursued the book to publication? It is now published by InGroup Press.<br />
Excerpt:   It is 1917 …<br />
ELIJAH RISING<br />
                                                           Lyn LeJeune<br />
                                                                                                              Our youth are desperados<br />
                                                                                                                                 Warner Fabian</p>
<p>                                         BLACK PROPHET ON A FIERY CROSS</p>
<p>                                                                                                            Put it over the plate for Jesus.<br />
					                                                        Billy Sunday<br />
The frigid winds of February have assaulted New York like the beginning of an ice age. Then I saw him. I had given up on him, believed he had been blown away with the winds of time. I’d been afraid that he had perished, sucked into the meanness of humanity in these last years.  But today I stared at his picture; there he was majestic before me, his words no longer hued in bright colors just for me, but in plain and simple black and white, spread out on the table like demented symbols. Black hands held and threw the words at will.<br />
          Little Washington is standing upright on a platform, the sun is streaming down on his shoulders, his eyes are frenzied.  He is wearing a suit and tie.  In his outstretched hands he holds a Bible, as though he were making a final offering to the world: Take this or you shall be left behind.  Is that what he is saying to the crowd?  The caption below the picture reads: Young Negro preacher speaks in tongues.  Elijah Broom captivates even white southerners in Tennessee revival.  An alien hand rubbed my back, leaving bloody nail marks as it moved from my neck to my spine. That was the pain of it, the shock.  Little Washington, now the great Elijah, had made his way to a home, a place to belong, and planted himself into the mind of America.  Did he respond to a calling, one that had been with us as we looked down upon his dead mother that long ago day?  Had God spoken to him from his open Bible, reached out and clutched his soul in big, white fabricated hands?  The portent of this intention, this transformation, was captured in the picture.  Elijah was out for retribution.   The article goes on to describe him: He is not five feet tall, a little yellow Negro that speaks about the flood and redemption.  When asked if he is going back to Africa with Mr. Garvey, he says: ‘No sir, I am in the presence of the divine country.  I have followed the instructions of my Lord, for I have been called to cleanse this land.  Alleluia’.  And then he kisses his Bible.  He always kisses his Bible.</p>
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		<title>By: Gerald Montier</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-29883</link>
		<dc:creator>Gerald Montier</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 00:43:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear sir,
   Do you have any images of past  &quot;4-6 Grade Winners of your Annual Bookmark Contest&quot; ? I would really love to see them if possible.
 Please e-mail me the information if you can.

           Thank You, 
              Gerald W.Montier</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear sir,<br />
   Do you have any images of past  &#8220;4-6 Grade Winners of your Annual Bookmark Contest&#8221; ? I would really love to see them if possible.<br />
 Please e-mail me the information if you can.</p>
<p>           Thank You,<br />
              Gerald W.Montier</p>
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		<title>By: It’s Worldwide &#124; Vroman's Blog &#124; Hometown Pasadena &#124;</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-21794</link>
		<dc:creator>It’s Worldwide &#124; Vroman's Blog &#124; Hometown Pasadena &#124;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 08:43:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Also, would anyone be interested in a Vroman&#8217;s-only discussion of the book? I know some of you aren&#8217;t on twitter (and don&#8217;t plan to be), and even if you are, the One Book, One Twitter hashtag can be kind of overwhelming. I would be happy to set up non-twitter discussion places and times that match up with the #1b1t schedule, if anyone is interested in participating in a non-twitter format! Just let me know by posting a comment, or e-mailing me. You can find my contact on the About page. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Also, would anyone be interested in a Vroman&#8217;s-only discussion of the book? I know some of you aren&#8217;t on twitter (and don&#8217;t plan to be), and even if you are, the One Book, One Twitter hashtag can be kind of overwhelming. I would be happy to set up non-twitter discussion places and times that match up with the #1b1t schedule, if anyone is interested in participating in a non-twitter format! Just let me know by posting a comment, or e-mailing me. You can find my contact on the About page. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: It&#8217;s Worldwide</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-21792</link>
		<dc:creator>It&#8217;s Worldwide</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 00:50:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] About Us [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] About Us [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Ruby</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-19661</link>
		<dc:creator>Ruby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 22:57:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh hey, thanks, Amy. I didn&#039;t notice. 

And Josh- How cool! I&#039;m glad there&#039;s still some Vromans around.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh hey, thanks, Amy. I didn&#8217;t notice. </p>
<p>And Josh- How cool! I&#8217;m glad there&#8217;s still some Vromans around.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy @ My Friend Amy</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-19660</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy @ My Friend Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 16:37:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I would like to contact you about the blog, but the email address is still for Patrick.  Any chance you&#039;ll update it? :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would like to contact you about the blog, but the email address is still for Patrick.  Any chance you&#8217;ll update it? <img src='http://blog.vromans.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Joshua Vroman</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-7567</link>
		<dc:creator>Joshua Vroman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 17:20:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, my name is Josh Vroman, and I have been searching for well over a year now and gathering little bits of information about where my family came from.  Ironicly &lt;&lt; probably not spelled right, the founder for your bookstore is from La Salle, IL.  My extended family, great-grandparents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are from Rock Island, IL which is only 1 hour and 32 mins away.  Im thinking that there may be a connection.  Sorry I chose this method to get into touch with you, but I figure the more public it is, hopefully the better the response!!  You folks have a wonderful day!

Josh</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, my name is Josh Vroman, and I have been searching for well over a year now and gathering little bits of information about where my family came from.  Ironicly &lt;&lt; probably not spelled right, the founder for your bookstore is from La Salle, IL.  My extended family, great-grandparents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are from Rock Island, IL which is only 1 hour and 32 mins away.  Im thinking that there may be a connection.  Sorry I chose this method to get into touch with you, but I figure the more public it is, hopefully the better the response!!  You folks have a wonderful day!</p>
<p>Josh</p>
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		<title>By: The Abbeville Manual of Style &#124; Abbeville Press Blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Bookstores of Style: Vroman&#8217;s</title>
		<link>http://blog.vromans.com/about/comment-page-1#comment-808</link>
		<dc:creator>The Abbeville Manual of Style &#124; Abbeville Press Blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Bookstores of Style: Vroman&#8217;s</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 15:36:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Image courtesy Vroman&#8217;s Bookstore blog [...]</description>
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