Against All Odds Virtual Book Tour March 2011

Against All Odds

Join John Milton Langdon, author of the historical fiction novel, Against All Odds, as he virtually tours the blogosphere March 1 – March 25 2011 on his first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book!

About John Milton Langdon

John Langdon John Milton Langdon is a Fellow of the Institution of Civil Engineers and has a master’s degree in maritime civil engineering.  Langdon retired and became a professional writer after an active and rewarding engineering career.  Initially he worked in Britain but from 1972 until 2008, he dealt with project development in Bahrain, Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates and Nigeria.  Langdon lives in the Austrian town of Klagenfurt which has a history stretching back to mediaeval times.  Langdon has three children and five grandchildren from his first marriage and two step sons from the second.  Langdon has many interests including travel, the British canals, music and literature but hiking in the mountains surrounding his home is a preferred leisure activity.

John’s latest book is a historical fiction titled Against All Odds (Tate Publishing).

You can visit John Milton Langdon’s website at www.jmlangdon.com.

About Against All Odds

Against All Odds

Stepback in time – it’s the Victorian era, when Great Britain is at the forefront of industrial development.  Based loosely on fact, author John Milton Langdon weaves a tale of romance and adventure on the high seas.  “Against All Odds” describes the early years of an average man.  Although he is born into humble circumstances, he shows how a combination of perserverance and intelligence, aided by a little good fortune, can help any child overcome the disadvantages of lowly birth status and a poor education.  If you long for a sense of wonderment in life read this first volume of a set of four, and discover how Jason Smiley Stewart transforms from callow village boy to a ship’s officer in Volume 1 of Jason Smiley Stewart – My Life Story.

Read the excerpt!

I was envious and very disappointed to be excluded from the group, but there was no need for us both to go and he was a much more experienced small boat sailor than I was. Consequently, when he went down to organise the boat, I took over his watch on the bridge with the best grace I could muster. The ship was lying with the bows into a gentle southerly breeze and the island was almost due north of us beyond the stern.
The jolly boat was cast off and Evans ordered his crew to hoist the small lugsail to take advantage of the breeze that was blowing. Evans waved cheerfully and sailed away towards the island on the long run that would take him to the western and lower end of the island. The Captain took a last look around the horizon and went below to his cabin. I watched the jolly boat for a few moments and clearly the whole party were enjoying themselves. Like a Sunday school outing I thought as I resumed my duties as officer of the watch and checked that the ship had not drifted off position.
Fifteen minutes later, when the boat with Evan’s party in it were about half way to the island, the Captain came hurrying back to the bridge. Nothing had changed that I could detect. The sky remained a cloudless blue and the breeze was slightly lighter if anything, but that was all. But clearly Captain Stewart was worried. He had seen or felt something while he was in his cabin, that I hadn’t detected and from the expression on his face, the instincts of a very experienced sailor were giving him considerable concern.
He picked up a telescope and started to scan the horizon. He looked seaward and then slowly but progressively examined the visible horizon, carefully studying the shore line and the tops of the surrounding hills. He said nothing and may not have known what he was looking for, but he suddenly stopped moving and studied a particular area almost directly in line with the island for several moments.
He suddenly snapped the telescope shut, reached above his head for the lanyard controlling the ship’s whistle and blew five short blasts, the danger warning, followed quickly by another five blasts and then another five. He rang the engine room telegraph to standby and ordered me to signal the boat.
“Jason! Quickly! Hoist flags ‘U’ over ‘K’ over ‘X’.
Even as I rushed to the flag locker, a tiny part of my mind registered the fact that the Captain had addressed me as Jason instead of his customary Mr. Smiley. I was thankful that my many hours of practice under the Bosun’s watchful gaze were being rewarded, as I had all three flags, bent on, hoisted and flying within a few moments of receiving Captain Stewart’s terse order.
As I carried out the instruction, I remembered that ‘U’ means ‘you are standing into danger’, ‘K’ means ‘you should stop your vessel instantly’ and ‘X’ means ‘you should stop carrying out your intentions and watch for my signals’. The Captain had sent a very comprehensive message with the minimum of wasted effort but the wind was now very light and, as it was blowing almost directly from the ship towards Evans, I did not think he would be able to see them. Captain Stewart called the engine room on the voice pipe in the corner of the bridge near the telegraph and the half of the conversation I heard was
“Chief?”
“Call the Chief Engineer immediately.”
“Chief?” Captain here. There is a storm approaching. Raise steam as quickly as you can. How long before I can use the engine?”
“I see. That may not be soon enough. You will have to do better!”
There was a significant pause as the Captain listened to the Chief and he then said, “I see. If the storm that’s coming causes the anchor to drag, you may not have an engine to worry about this afternoon.”
The Captain obviously thought the wind direction was preventing Evans from seeing the flag signal as he blew another series of danger warnings on the steam whistle just as the First Mate arrived on the bridge followed closely by the second officer.
Captain Stewart gestured towards the north and said “There’s a bad storm coming and Evans is right in its path”.
Captain Stewart turned to the second mate and ordered, “Go round the ship and make sure all portholes and hatches are closed. Tell the crew there is a severe dust storm coming and all off watch crew are to go to their mess rooms to wait further orders”.
In company with the Captain and Mr. Richards, the First Mate, I used a telescope and looked in the direction the Captain had pointed and could see low, dark, rolling clouds rushing out of the mountains towards us. It came even closer as we watched and the sea between the mainland and the island began to smoke and boil from the fury of the approaching wind. Suddenly the main land behind the island became a blur and then disappeared. Between the island and the ‘Earl Canning’, our boat with Evans and the surveyors on board sailed serenely on. They were clearly unaware of the approaching danger, possibly because they were close enough to the island for its bulk to block out most of the mainland and the approaching storm beyond. They had obviously heard the siren and knew something was amiss, as we saw in our telescopes Evans pass the tiller to one of his crew and stand in the stern of the jolly boat looking back at us with the small telescope that he always carried with him. We could see the dust being blown like smoke horizontally from the top of the island as the storm approached it but we were incapable of indicating where the danger to Evans and his party was coming from. Apart from the helmsman, everyone was looking back towards us.
The Bosun arrived on the bridge. He had also heard the steam whistle blowing and knew from experience that he would be required in an emergency.
He reported directly to the Captain who said, “Ah Bosun, just the man. There is a storm coming. Set an anchor watch. Two of your most experienced hands. I need to know immediately if the anchor starts to drag. Put some men at intervals along the deck so that there is no delay passing information to me from your men on the forecastle”.
The Captain again blew on the whistle to attract attention to the storm and as he did so a freak gust of wind blew our signal flags out to port. Evans saw the hoist, spun round and saw the approaching danger himself, and the lugsail started to drop. But his action was far too late, as the sail was not half down before the boat listed steeply in a sudden violent blast of wind. Both boat and occupants disappeared from our horrified view into an impenetrable blanket of dust.
We watched with fascinated horror as a thick brown cloud of dust, only rising a few hundred feet into the air, roiled and boiled rapidly across the sea towards us. Amazingly there was a serene blue sky above it and turbulent white capped sea at its base. The noise from the wind was deafening and seemed louder than the hurricane winds I had experienced a few years before.
My thoughts and prayers were with my friend Evans who was fighting three enemies at once. The sea, the wind and the dust. – – – –

Here’s what critics are saying about Against All Odds!

“Ian passed me your book to read, which I did with the greatest of pleasure. I enjoyed it immensely and had no trouble getting through it in a very short time. It probably appealed as well as I have visited Telegraph Island and new some of the history, and maybe some of the writing reminded me of the Hornblower stories.
You have produced a worthy novel and I admire your writing which made it possible to imagine the characters and the life and times.”

— Richard Wardropper Senior Civil Engineer Abu Dhabi.

“John Milton Langdon tells the story from the perspective of the old Jason using the language of the time and mindful of the ruling social conventions.  The result is the story of life that is detailed, full of atmosphere and unexpected twists.  In particular the carefully structured last chapter leaves one curious to read more.”

— Frau U. Loiggi, Cultural Department, Kleine Zeitung, Klagenfurt, Austria

“Jason Smiley is set to follow in the footsteps of Hornblower and  Jack Aubrey.  Fact and fiction are blended together to maintain interest and enjoyment.”

— Mrs J Rigby, Pharmacist, Formby, England

Other Books by John Milton Langdon:


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Against All Odds Virtual Book Tour Schedule

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books kk Tuesday, March 1
Book spotlighted at Writing Daze

Wednesday, March 2
Interviewed at Blogcritics
What are  John’s favorite aspects of writing?  Read the interview and find out!

Thursday, March 3
Interviewed at The Book Connection
Cheryl at The Book Connection asks John about his book and writing career!

Friday, March 4
Book giveaway at I Am a Reader, Not a Writer
Open to US & Canada. Ends 3/27

Monday, March 7
Book spotlighted at Between the Covers

Tuesday, March 8
Interviewed at Examiner

Wednesday, March 9
Interviewed at Beyond the Books

Friday, March 11
Book reviewed at Broken Teepee

Monday, March 14
Interviewed at Review From Here

Tuesday, March 15
Interviewed at As the Pages Turn

Wednesday, March 16
Guest blogging at As the Pages Turn

Thursday, March 17
Interviewed at Literarily Speaking

Friday, March 18
Book reviewed at By the Book

Monday, March 21
Interviewed at Pump Up Your Book
Book reviewed at Life in Review

Tuesday, March 22
Interviewed at Paperback Writer
Guest blogging at Island Chick Travels

Wednesday, March 23
Interviewed at Book Marketing Buzz

Thursday, March 24
Book reviewed at A Moment with Mystee

Friday, March 25
Interviewed at The Hot Author Report

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John Milton Langdon’s AGAINST ALL ODDS VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR ‘10 will officially begin on March 1 and end on March 25 ’11. Please contact Dorothy Thompson at thewriterslife@yahoo.com if you are interested in hosting and/or reviewing his book or click here to use the form. Thank you!

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