600 Hours of Edward

Now in its third iteration—it was originally self-published in 2009, then released later that year by Riverbend Publishing, and now is published by Lake Union Publishing of Seattle—this twenty-five-day trip through the extraordinary life of Edward Stanton has built up a long list of accolades.

600HoursIt was a Montana Honor Book and a High Plains Book Award winner, and it has reached No. 1 on the Kindle charts in the United Kingdom and Germany. And it’s still garnering fans drawn to a middle-age coming-of-age story, told in the inimitable voice of Edward, a man obsessed with time and temperature, the ’60s cop show Dragnet, the band R.E.M.—and the idea that the world might hold something more for him.

Edward lives alone on a rigid schedule in the Montana town where he grew up. His carefully constructed routine includes tracking his most common waking time (7:38 a.m.), refusing to start his therapy sessions even a minute before the appointed hour (10:00 a.m.), and watching one episode of his favorite show each night (10:00 p.m.).

But when a single mother and her nine-year-old son move in across the street, Edward’s timetable comes undone. Over the course of a momentous 600 hours, he opens up to his new neighbors and confronts old grievances with his estranged parents. Exposed to both the joys and heartaches of friendship, Edward must ultimately decide whether to embrace the world outside his door or retreat to his solitary ways.

About the book

Release date: October 9th, 2009 (original); August 12th, 2012 (Lake Union Publishing)

Publisher: Lake Union Publishing

ISBN-10: 1612184103

ISBN-13: 978-1612184104

Available formats: Paperback, Kindle, audiobook. You can also buy a signed copy at Craig’s store.

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Praise for the book

“It’s a spare, elegantly crafted whizz-bang of a book that, on its surface, is as quiet and orderly as Edward Stanton, but underneath, also like Edward, a cauldron of barely repressed rage and desire seeking escape.”—Missoula Independent

“Craig Lancaster has created a wonderful character and put him in a memorable story.”—The Bookmonger

“This endearing hero deserves the fine ending the author has bestowed on him. The final pages leave the reader wanting to know what happens next for Edward, in his newly acquired red Cadillac.”—The Lively Times

“This is a wonderful book. Mr. Lancaster’s journey … into the imaginative pages of fiction was one well taken, for himself, for readers and certainly for the lovingly created Edward Stanton.”—Montana Quarterly

“… a nearly perfect combination of traditional literary elements, mixing crowd-pleasing sappiness with indie-friendly subversion, a masterful blend of character and action …”—Chicago Center for Literature and Photography

What the author says

Craig Lancaster, downtown BillingsFor any writer who attempts to breathe life into fictional characters, two questions are inevitable, and they often come in succession:

Where did you get the idea for your character?

Is the character you?

For purposes of discussing Edward Stanton, the protagonist of my debut novel, 600 Hours of Edward, I’ll deal with the second question first, by way of comparison points.

Edward is 39 years old. I was 38 when I wrote the book.

Edward lives in Billings, Montana. So do I.

Edward is enchanted by the following things: the ’60s cop show Dragnet, rock ’n’ roll performers R.E.M. and Matthew Sweet, and the Dallas Cowboys. I can recite whole sections of Dragnet scripts, own every R.E.M. and Matthew Sweet album and have sacrificed more Sundays than I care to count genuflecting at the Cowboys.

Edward is 6-foot-4 and about 280 pounds. I am in the neighborhood of both of those numbers—in the case of the weight, only if it’s a very large neighborhood.

And yet, for all of those similarities, Edward is not me. He’s more afflicted than I am (he has obsessive-compulsive disorder and Asperger syndrome). He’s not as jaded. He trusts only what he can see and verify, while I tether myself to hunches. And, at his core, Edward is sweeter than I could ever be.

He isn’t me.

But for 25 magical days in November 2008, as I furiously drafted his story, I became Edward.

Edward’s story spills onto the page in a first-person, present-tense point of view. My decision to approach the story in that way was grounded in practicality: I wanted his story of transformative change to happen on the ground, in the moment, as he saw it. The immediate side benefit of that approach was that I slipped into Edward’s head almost from the get-go. His flat, non-ironic tone found its way from my imagination to my fingers on the keyboard. Rarely has writing been so effortless for me, and that was true all the way through the first draft. I never lost my footing, and I never lost the threads of the story, even as my imagination of them changed dramatically. I ascribe that entirely to being overtaken by a character who rang true in my head and in my heart. I have no other way to account for it.

Casting Edward as an obsessive-compulsive Aspergian was another calculated move. In the earliest conception of the story, I wanted a main character who lived his life in patterns. Among other predictable behavior, Edward ends most of the 25 days of the story by watching an episode of Dragnet (in sequential order) and then writing an unsent letter of complaint to whoever is addling him (that the letters are never sent is the idea of his therapist, Dr. Buckley, which is all the better to keep him out of trouble). By structuring the story in such a way, I figured that I could build a dramatic arc into the infrastructure of Edward’s compulsions. This worked out better than I could have ever hoped. But some stroke of luck, many of the morals of the Dragnet episodes proved applicable to the corresponding junctures of Edward’s story. That this was so can be chalked up only as a happy accident.

Edward came with two primary challenges in the drafting and revising stages.

First, it would have been all too easy to make him a butt of a book-long joke, given his condition. That was unacceptable to me, and I suspect that it would have been unacceptable to readers. People who have read the book have generously complimented the comedy that pervades the story, but not once has anyone accused me of creating that fun at Edward’s expense. In retrospect, that was a niftier trick than perhaps I gave myself credit for achieving.

Second, his delivery is so flat that I became intimate with the maxim “kill your darlings.” Each time I took a whack at the manuscript, I would hammer into submission the occasional florid phrase where Edward’s sensibility had fallen away and mine had taken over. I deleted several sentences that, in the drafting stage, had filled me with pride. While it hurt to see them go, it was the right choice. Edward’s believability lies, in part, in his consistency.

To illustrate this, I offer up the following section of the story. It’s fairly late in the book, and I needed Edward to plumb an emotional depth that he had never experienced, but in his own words:

I find myself wishing that I had taken pictures of that snowy day in front my house, when Kyle was riding his Blue Blaster and Donna and I were throwing snowballs. Photographs, it seems to me, are both moments in time and bits of memory. I have the memory of that day with Donna and Kyle, but I also know that the camera that created the memory is imprecise. If I’d had a real camera, instead of just a memory, I could have caught the moments so that they would never escape me. If Donna has decided that she no longer wants to be my friend, I’ll have to desperately hold on to those memories so that they never get away, because I won’t have the chance to replace them.

When my 25 days of being Edward Stanton came to an end, I brimmed with something approaching melancholy. Fortunately, it didn’t last. These days, I get to revisit him every so often, when someone reads his story and is kind enough to share what it meant. I treasure those moments, just as I treasure him. On my horizon, I hope, are dozens of characters waiting to be discovered and explored. And yet I’d be surprised if I come to like any of them more than I like Edward.

I hope you like him, too.