Arthur Shuey

Growing up, I had a series of literary chores when I visited my grandparents. At five, I had to recite simple verse like "Tyger, Tyget" or the 23rd Psalm at table, or I would get no dessert. By ten, it progressed to "If" and "Thanatopsis." My cousins and I, before graduating high school, had to read our own essays, poems, or short stories aloud and then discuss them either in Latin with our engineer grandfather in his Harvard crimson jacket or in French with our grandmother, English Department chair at Centenary College and a member of that "Southern Writer Mafia" coterie that included Tennessee Williams, Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, and other respected authors of the period.

I've always written.

I have also kept up with Economics, the study of why and how people make decisions, and built strong political convictions around "the dismal science," while continuing to explore history.

My first novel, "Buried Champagne," is being shopped to literary agents at time of this writing. That being done and me being retired from the nine-to-five world, I look forward to whatever new writing projects reach my desktop.