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David Henry Sterry
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FREE WEBINAR: Art of the Book Pitch Learn how 2 PITCH! #NaNoWriMo #amwriting @TheBookDoctors Thur 4/7 8pm ow.ly/10kc1U
A great pitch can open so many doors for you. A terrible pitch pretty much assures that those doors will remain closed. The Book Doctors, Arielle Eckstut and David Henry Sterry, will teach the art of the pitch. We will also answer any questions about pitching, publishing, writing, books, or the nature of the universe, mankind, womankind, life, love and death.
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From Tamim Ansary’s website: Memory Pool. This is a true story of one of my many fiancees. Click here.
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I must admit, I was initially drawn to read the memoir, CHICKEN: SELF-PORTRAIT OF A YOUNG MAN FOR RENT because I met David Henry Sterry at a Pitchapalooza in Montclair, NJ. He is one half of the infamous duo, THE BOOK DOCOTORS, who run the … Read More
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Suadade.  It’s a Brazilian word which roughly translated means: a profound melancholy mixed with a deep euphoria.  Ever since the last out on Sunday that’s exactly how I’ve been feeling.  Yes, the object of this is to win, but it’s really too feel the joy of life, the misery of life, to be out on a hot summer day and commune with men.  To play.  & I’ve been playing organized all since I was eight years old.  That’s 50 years.  This was one of my most satisfying you seasons.  To come from where we started and win eight games in a row, in all kinds of ways, with defense, with baserunning, with pitching, with hitting, it was a fantastic ride, and before I go any further I would like to thank all you men who made it possible.  It has been an honor and a privilege willto go to battle with you rogues and gentlemen.  Now let’s get down to particulars.  One of the strangest things about Sunday’s game, to me, was the fact that we played with such relentless shittiness, and only lost by two runs.  Through five completed innings we had five hits.  No matter how you do the math that’s one hit per inning.  In slow pitch softball against a pitcher who, although he appears to be a very nice fellow, let’s face it, he’s more belly-itcher than Clayton Kershaw.  Through five innings we scored 3 runs.  Even as I write this it seems impossible with the talent that we have in this team that we could only score 3 runs through five innings.  In slow pitch fucking softball!  Granted, we did hit some balls at their guys, but we also popped up miserably and grounded out weekly with shocking regularity.  & to be fair, we must give the devil his due, they made some plays.  And they had some balls.  By the way, their big bruiser lashed a line drive down the right field line, and I don’t know you guys could see it, but the chalk flew like LeBron was doing his pregame ritual, it literally could not have been more obvious.  At that point I thought, Well, this is destiny, where the chosen team, this is a portend, a symbol of our rise to the top of the mountain, we will soon be champions.  The best laid plans of mice and men.  And then when you factor in how much difficulty we were having catching and throwing the ball, well, that’s a potent cocktail guaranteed to make one drunk with failure.  But there were rays of sunshine in the dark storm of helpless hitlessness.  Barry was 3-3, with a huge hit in the sixth inning that knocked in two runs.  Peter was, what else, 3-3 while looking like he was in his jammies and hadn’t had his morning cup of coffee.  And the old pro Steve Mish Masher was 4-4 just raked the ball all day.  He also demonstrated incredible acumen, skill, and hustle, as he always does, just when we needed it most.  Through sheer will, he turned a routine single into a double by taking an extra base, and when he did they threw the ball away and he got all the way to third.  It was just the sort of wake-up call that the moribund zombie-like Craters needed.  And for as badly as we played in the field, apart from two innings we only allowed four runs.  Against a bunch of mashers like they have, that’s great.  Naturally I keep going over in my head all the different things I could’ve done that would’ve won us the game.  One of their Big Hitters whacked a hot shot right up the middle, I swear it’s like the ball went right through me, and yet I couldn’t get a glove on it.  I always make that play.  On Sunday I didn’t.  If I make that play 2 runs don’t score.  Then we end up tied after seven innings.  And a play that for me was a symbol of our day.  Hard hit grounder up the middle.  I leapt like an old gray cat instinctively rolling and diving, my wife said it looked like I was 57 again, I was ready to throw the guy out at first and be a hero.  One problem.  The ball trickled off the end of my glove.  If I’d just left the ball alone Jason could’ve fielded the ball quite easily.  If we just gotten one more timely hit.  & on & on & on.  My mother, who was an immigrant from the old country, had a great expression: If ifs & ands were pots & pans, beggars would be kings.  Marinate on that.  But one of the things I love about this team that we never threw in the towel, bloodied and beaten as we were.  There was always a feeling that we could get the thing going again.  I love that.  I’ve played on so many teams that would fall behind and just kind of give up, consciously or unconsciously.  Sure enough, in the last inning things got very interesting, they started throwing the ball around, we started hitting, and I was thinking, if we could just get one more guy on base, that would bring Joey Bag O Hits to the plate, and the way this season was going, he’ll hit a grand slam and we’ll win, because we are the team of destiny.  Needless to say, it was not to be.  After Grink put himself out of his misery and ended the game, Joey turned to me and said he had been imagining that exact scenario, he come to bat with the bases loaded grand slam, walk-off.  Idiots think alike.  And by the way, Jason, we love you, and we will always love you.  It’s amazing to think that we mercied the Maniacs, who look like the best team in the league.  We beat the Overlookers twice I believe.  I really like how evenly matched all these teams are.  On Any Given Sunday, right?  Parity has finally hit Montclair ball!  
As I look back on this season I see Gelman smoking ball after ball after ball, it would be monotonous if it wasn’t so wonderful.  I see Meranus raging in from deep in the outfield like a Jewish Dick Butkus and laying out to make yet another bullish yet balletic diving catch.  I see Rob Davis grinding out ABs, playing all over the field, and wiggling his butt, sometimes in my dreams, which, I’ll be honest is more than a little disturbing.  I see Glenn gritting his teeth in utter agony and still making a spectacular play at second base when we really needed it: Fuck you Pain, I will not be your bitch!  I see Barry playing second base shortstop third-base, & yakking a grass cutter down the third base line in the playoffs with the game on the line, balling-up big time.  I see Ryan launching not one but two balls into the pool Splish Splash! & I hear him racing in from the outfield, heaving a world-class grunt as he snags another ball and breaks another heart.  I see Dave striking out, getting a ticket, and then hitting a Titanic shot into the stratosphere while his kids reminded him of just how much he sucks.  I see  Mish with that whole surreal almost Dada-esque pre-AB Ritual, pumping the bat, lifting the leg up and smashing it back down, hoisting the hands up by his head high, coiled like a cobra about to strike, taking a couple of little quick Joe Namath stuttersteps and then BAM! the little yellow ball is punished.  I see sleepy-eyed Peter raking all day every day, ho-hum I am just rip another shot over the shortstop’s head and trot on down to first base, that I think I’ll have a little nap.  I see Jason reaching out like Mister Fantastic, Reed Richards, the scientific genius who can stretch himself indefinitely, snag a hotshot liner & nab the guy at second, a spectacular double play that changes the entire game in an instant.  I see Hip hip Jorge! racing like a runaway train around third-base and throwing himself face first across home with absolutely no regard for his body, or what’s left of it anyway.  I see Tim channeling his inner Mark McGuire and launching a missile, throwing out a guy at second base from the outfield, giving out tremendous amounts of shit, and taking tremendous amounts of shit like a real man.  I see Mike Madman Buchanan fire his cannon of a right arm, unleash his sweet The Natural swing, and take off from first base on a suicide mission that left him looking like an extra on The Walking Dead.  I see CJ teaching his children how to hold their nose in the international symbol for: STINK! after Ryan popped out to third: so very important to teach the children how to express their disdain & disgust, they are, after all, our future.  I see Phil filling in at shortstop and pulling the old Phantom tag play on some unsuspecting shnook of a mook of a jamoke.  I see Junior smacking a walk-off dinger, and racing around the bases like his hair and his house were both on fire, getting pummeled with congratulations and looking like he just won the lottery.  I see Raj stroking balls all over the diamond, everywhere they ain’t, like a very dark Wee Willy Keeler.  I see myself being a raging dickhead only a few times, instead of a few times every game, which I consider a major triumph.  I see Joey getting another Bag O Hits, when he’s not being my mate in battery, my better half, keeping me calm, pumping me up, making me better.  And that, as they say is that.  Another season has come, and it is gone, and I am so very alive even as I am one step closer to death. Suadade.
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David Henry Sterry is an author, performer, book doctor, activist, and muckraker. David is the author of 13 books, the first of which was published in 2001. Prior to becoming an author, David was a professional actor and screenwriter. Satchel Sez; The Wit, Wisdom & World of Leroy Satchel Paige (Crown, 2001). Picked by the ALA as one of the best books of the year for teens. Chicken: Self-Portrait of a Young Man for Rent (ReganBooks, 2002). A San Francisco Chronicle bestseller. Sold into nine countries. Under option by Showtime for a TV series. “Sterry writes with comic brio… [he] honed a vibrant outrageous writing style and turned out this studiously wild souvenir of a checkered past.”--Janet Maslin, The New York Times “Stunning… Sterry's prose fizzes like fireworks. Every page crackles… Very easy and exciting to read--as laconic as Dashiell Hammett, as viscerally hallucinogenic as Hunter S Thompson. Sex, violence, drugs, love, hate, and great writing all within a single wrapper. What more could you possibly ask for?” –The Irish Times Putting Your Passion into Print (Workman, 2005). Based on the Stanford Workshop created by himself and his wife, former agent and author, Arielle Eckstut. “Before you write your own book, read this one first. Arielle Eckstut and David Sterry understand the process of publishing. Their advice will help you envision and frame your work so that publishers will be more likely to perceive its value.” –Jonathan Karp, Publisher, 12 Books “This book demystifies the process of getting published and is a must-have for every aspiring writer with a dream to see his or her passion in print. With input from agents, editors, and writers, this book is thorough, forthright, and importantly, also quite entertaining.”--Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner Travis & Freddy’s Adventures in Vegas (Dutton, 2006). Written under the pseudonym Henry Johnson. “This is a winner.”— Library Journal LittleMissMatched’s Pajama Party in a Box (Workman, 2007) LittleMissMatched’s Fabulous Marvelous Me (Workman, 2007) LittleMissMatched’s The Writer in Me (Workman, 2008) LittleMissMatched’s The Artist in Me (Workman, 2008) LittleMissMatched is a company dedicated to inspiring creativity and self-expression in girls of all ages. These books, created with David’s wife, Arielle Eckstut, have been sold everywhere from FAO Schwarz to Toys R Us to Disneyland. Master of Ceremonies: A True Story of Love, Murder, Rollerskates and Chippendales (Canongate/Grove-Atlantic).   “Master of Ceremonies is dizzying, tender, and… resplendent with seedy glamour, hilarious backstage madness, and unflinching honesty.”--Library Journal  Hos, Hookers, Call Girls and Rent-Boys: Professionals writing on Life, Love, Money & Sex (Soft Skull, 2009). Now in its third printing after only 6 weeks in print. “Eye-opening, astonishing, brutally honest and frequently funny… unpretentious and riveting — but also graphic, politically incorrect and mostly unquotable in this newspaper.”—The New York Times Sunday Book Review (front page review) The Glorious World Cup: A Balls-Out Guide (Dutton) The Essential Guide to Getting Your Book Published (Workman, 2011) Confessions of a Sex Maniac (Kismet, 2012) Henry Miller Award finalist David is unique as an author in that he brings together his love for the written word with his love for performance. In his life as an actor, he performed with everyone from Milton Berle to Will Smith to Michael Caine to Zippy the Chimp. He performed in over 750 commercials, including 4 Clio winners, starred in HBO's Emmy Award-winning Encyclopedia, and emceed at Chippendale's in New York City. As a screenwriter, he wrote for Disney, Fox and Nickelodeon. After his memoir, Chicken, was published, David put his performance and playwriting skills to work and wrote and performed a one-man show based on the book. After a highly praised debut in San Francisco (the chief theater critic for the San Francisco Chronicle said, “Richly entertaining and thought-provoking… Speaks cleverly and provocatively to anyone who's ever been or had a child.”), David took his one-man show to Edinburgh’s Fringe Festival where it was named the #1 play in the UK by The Independent week after week. For each and every book David publishes, he puts together a unique and robust publicity and marketing plan which utilizes his performance skills. Examples include: - A 6-hour workshop on how to get published at Stanford University - A high concept event like “The Art of the Memoir” which he’s done everywhere from City Lights to the Strand to the 92nd St Y - A cutting-edge reading series like “Sex Worker Literati”, which has become a sold-out monthly event at Happy Ending Lounge in NYC David also makes sure to stay in the public eye between book publications through blogging for the Huffington Post, writing for other people’s anthologies (his story in San Francisco Noir was a finalist for the Henry Miller Award), and writing for publications such as The London Times, The San Francisco Chronicle and Penthouse. Due to his PR efforts, David has been featured in dozens and dozens of media outlets including: The New York Times, The London Times, The LA Times, The Washington Post, New York Magazine, Details Magazine, BBC, NPR's Morning and Weekend Edition and Talk of the Nation.  David has taught at Stanford University, University of New Orleans, Reed College, UCLA, SF State, and the US Department of Justice. He’s assisted lawyers, models, architects, and writers to present themselves and their ideas with clarity and passion.  He’s also helped many amateur writers become professional authors. He's worked as a chicken, a chicken fryer, a master of ceremonies, a soda jerk, a cherry picker, a poet, a building inspector, a telephone solicitationist, a limo driver, a barker, an industrial sex technician, and a marriage counselor. He graduated from Reed College, and loves his cat, his girls, and any sport involving a ball.
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