"Mr. Lancaster has triumphed again. With remarkable speed, he has made himself into one of Montana's most important writers." —The Billings Outpost
"Edward Stanton is back! And he returns in a darkly funny novel that's frequently lyrical and exhibits an uncanny grace. Once again, Craig Lancaster blesses us with a glimpse of universal emotions, and how the turnings of a human heart can be simple and complex at the same time." —Ron Franscell, bestselling author of The Sourtoe Cocktail Club
"It's hard to know who I adore more: Craig Lancaster's character Edward Stanton or Lancaster himself for creating him." —Jessica Park, bestselling author of Flat-Out Love
"Edward Adrift is that rarest of things: a sequel that is actually better than its predecessor. In the case of Craig Lancaster's new book, that's saying a lot because I loved 600 Hours of Edward with all the passionate joy of a botanist discovering a new butterfly. That first novel possessed a distinct voice told by a unique character who immediately endeared himself to the reader. Now, in Edward Adrift, Lancaster deepens our understanding of 42-year-old Edward Stanton, who is plowing through the world in spite of (or perhaps because of) his Asperger's. Edward Adrift is richer, funnier, and even more moving than our first encounter with the man obsessed with time and temperature." —David Abrams, author of Fobbit
From the Author
When I finished my first novel, 600 Hours of Edward, several years ago, I figured it for a one-off. I'd explored a character, Edward Stanton, and I'd told the story I was compelled to tell. When people asked if I was planning another book about Edward, I'd scoff and say, "No chance."
So. Yeah. Meet Edward Adrift, my third novel and the continuation of Edward's story. Apparently there was a chance after all.
Look, my intentions were good. I think my aversion to second installments can be traced to what happened to one of my favorite childhood movies, Rocky. Yes, it was about a boxer, a palooka of sorts, but it was so much more than that. It was a story of rising above, of finding the best version of ourselves, of not settling. Whether Rocky Balboa won or lost was hardly the point. Then came Rocky II (meh). And III (which I did enjoy). And IV (which I did not). And V (which is best forgotten by everyone). Finally, with Rocky Balboa, the franchise was restored to its original glory, but look at the damage done in between. I didn't want that for Edward.
One thing I didn't count on was how much Edward would be loved by those who read the first book. I heard from these folks by email, at book club gatherings, at library talks. Inevitably, they'd ask: "What's Edward doing now?" It became impossible for me to ignore that question, and once I started thinking about it, the seedlings for a new story began sprouting. In time, I was compelled back to my writing desk by the same impulses that sent me there in the first place.