Fan Girl Moment reading A Dark Room in Glitter Ball City

Part of the fun of reading a nonfiction book set near your hometown is the thrill of shrieking, “OMG–they’re eating at Buck’s! Rick is playing piano!” over your morning coffee.

Buck’s on Ormsby might be my favorite restaurant, and I’ve eaten at the bar many times. Rick Bartlett would play my favorite “You Don’t Know Me” when he saw me–because I’d requested it so many times. In my draft of my languishing haunted house novel, my characters go there for dinner and banter (that’s all probably getting cut, alas).

I haven’t been to Buck’s since Rick left, but I keep meaning to visit his new establishment, Ricky B’s Club Cafe. (https://www.rbclub.cafe) Here’s the link to Buck’s, too, and check out the photos of the bar: https://www.buckslou.com/

Back to reading.

A Dark Room in Glitter Ball City by David Domine is true crime wrapped in a love letter to Old Louisville

Today, I drove to the St. James Court Art Show in Old Louisville with the intention of buying the above book in hardback (though I’ve preordered the e-book–hey, I couldn’t wait) and saying goodbye to the allegedly haunted Old Louisville apartment that’s the setting for my long languishing ghost novel. When I got home, I decided to read a few chapters, and four hours later I found myself almost at the halfway point. Having read most of Mr. Domine’s books about ghosts, phantasms, hauntings and other things that go bump in the night in Old Louisville, I was expecting to be entertained, amused and informed. I did not expect to be riveted, and riveted I am.

In 2010, three months before the discovery of the body in the basement that’s the subject of this book, one of my best friends moved to Old Louisville (in a house directly behind 1435 S. Fourth Street), and fairly quickly told me her apartment was haunted. Another friend of hers had spend the night and couldn’t sleep because she heard a baby crying. Though a Kentuckian living only 60 minutes from Downtown Louisville, I had never heard of Old Louisville, and when I first visited her I was astonished that a place perhaps more beautiful than the Garden District existed in Kentucky. The idea for my haunted house novel was in an embryonic stage, and I wanted to learn all I could about Old Louisville, which brought me to David Domine, the only person I could find writing about Old Louisville–and writing about its ghosts. I bought all his books–ghost stories, cook books, even a coffee table book! None of these prepared me for A Dark Room in Glitter Ball City.

I am only on page 131, but I expect to finish tomorrow. Stay tuned!