New Novel Out October 15th, 2023!

Hello, my reader friends!


I’m excited to announce that I have a new novel coming out on October 15th. It is called The Waiting World, and it is set in Maine in post-WWI. Here’s the description:

FALL 1929

“The mansion of larger-than-life business magnate Titus McAvoy hums with the energy of his servants Nessa and Aoife, two Irish maids bonded through their journey to America, and a dream of escape. When preparation for one of Titus’s famous parties sends the pair to the beach, Aoife stumbles upon a strange find on the shoreline. She instinctively pockets it, unaware that the waxy, musky substance, ambergris, is the key to her and Nessa’s freedom. Ounce for ounce, ambergris holds more worth than silver or gold. Amid this discovery, a young white-passing British World War I veteran named John enters the mansion’s ranks, his history dragging behind him. When John’s path intersects with Nessa and Aoife, the trio forms a quiet trust. Eventually, the girls show John the ambergris treasure, and together, they formulate a plan to cash in their secret and make their getaway. These three friends are determined to forge a different life together-one free from the dark underbelly of how the rich treat the poor, and free from the pervasive rot of nationalist and racist behavior, not to mention the injustices and dangers that too often befall women. But with a crash in the stock market demolishing Titus’s wealth, his eye is sharp and malicious. As the trio’s strategy unfolds, so too does their boss’s own merciless plan to punish whoever defies his power. Nobody walks away from Titus McAvoy.”

It can be pre-ordered from the vendor of your choosing:

Magers and Quinn

Thrift Books

Amazon

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Some early praise for The Waiting World:

“Before starting Andria Williams’s new novel The Waiting World, clear your calendar because, from the first page onward, this is a story that grabs hold and won’t let you go until the very end. Opening on the eve of the Great Depression, The Waiting World follows the lives of servants Nessa, Aoife, and John, who meet while working for rich (but soon, not so rich) Titus McAvoy at his Maine estate. Told from various points of view, Williams tunnels deep beneath the skin of her characters and into the secret chambers of their hearts to dramatically highlight the divisions of race, sex, and class in our society. I won’t soon forget this book-it’s an instant classic.”

-David Abrams, author of Brave Deeds and Fobbit

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“A tour de force. A compelling story of love and war. The Waiting World is expertly researched and beautifully written, but also an intimate meditation on class, race, and the American dream. As lyrical as Fitzgerald and as feisty as Whitman, Williams’s second novel is a triumph of the imagination and a riveting read.”

-M.C. Armstrong, author of The Mysteries of Haditha and American Delphi

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“Narrated with dazzling prose that is both ethereal and precise, The Waiting World opens a new eye inside a quiet corner of American immigration history post-WWI. The characters dwell in a well-articulated convergence of war trauma, class struggle, racism, and gender oppression, but this does nothing to dim their desire to live and love beyond the confines of survival. Williams wows us again with this intimate, stunning meditation on human resilience.”

-Jennifer Orth-Veillon, editor of Beyond Their Limits of Longing: Contemporary Writers & Veterans on the Lingering Stories of WWI

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Thank you to everyone who reads my work. I hope you like this one.

With enduring gratitude,

Andria

always fun to come across a nice reader review

“The characters [in The Longest Night] are realistic, their behavior and emotions are honest, the story is riveting and the drama comes as much from the minutiae of daily life as the threat posed by a prototype nuclear reactor fifty miles from town. This is one of the best novels I have read in too long a time and I hope to read more from this author.”

— Katie, a reader on Goodreads (July 30, 2019)

“one of the best books [I] read this year”

Thanks to Goodreads reviewer Pam Foster for these words that made me feel like I’ve done what I set out to do with The Longest Night:

The tensions in this book are amazing – slow-growing, flaring at appropriate moments in the plot, almost all character-driven and all moving relentlessly to a climax that was surprising, understandable, just perfect. The time (1959-1961), place (Idaho Falls) and event (nuclear accident) were so well written that they became a character in and of themselves.
But it was the development of Nat, her husband Paul, co-workers Master Sergeant Richards, his wife Jeannie and Esrom that made this one of the best books read this year. Real people, real emotions – couldn’t put the book down and so sorry to have it end.

Debut Novels of 2016

“The Longest Night by Andria Williams – I can’t put my finger on exactly why, but Andria Williams’s debut novel is one I have thought about a lot this year. Maybe it’s because it’s from a different era than many historical fictions. Maybe it’s because of the imagining of the Sand Point nuclear meltdown. Or, maybe it’s because of the brilliant portrayal of a marriage in trouble. Whatever it is, The Longest Night is one of the books I have most recommended to friends this past year!” — Susie, ‘Novel Visits,’ “Ten Best Novels of 2016”

Literary Hub

An excerpt from The Longest Night (Nat’s first chapter) was featured on Literary Hub yesterday. Fun to be in such good company!

A sample:

paperback-coverPaul shook his head. “You didn’t know what was under the water there. What if you dove down and hit something and never came up, right here in front of your little girls?”

“I knew it would be fine,” she said. And while she’d never admit it to Paul, the relief of not striking anything—that moment of plunging into the water and feeling herself go down, down, unimpeded, the cold exploding past her face and neck and body until her own air pulled her up again— was part of the fun. It had to be a little scary to count for anything.

She remembered that swimming was a different thing for him than it was for her; he’d grown up poor and never learned to swim until he got to boot camp, practicing every night, he’d said, in a pond near Fort Dix. This was one of the few concrete details she had of his youth, and it was a curious, poignant image: thin teenage Paul easing himself into the shallow dark, thrashing quietly along the shoreline until he could glide two strokes alone, three, four. Even then he passed the entrance test by the skin of his teeth, just enough to fill a pair of boots destined for Korea. It was no wonder, really, that the mild risks Nat liked to take scared him: the long swims to clear her head, cliff jumping, diving. But he acted as if she were doing it just to spite him, when in fact it had nothing to do with him at all. Which maybe, from his perspective, was even worse.

What if you never came up? She always came up.