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In dreams begin responsibilities―Atwood's writing has a message of dreams and obsessions that lead to redemption for his characters. His premise is unique and the momentum of his stories simply purrs. 
Susan Compo, author of Life After Death: And Other StoriesPretty Things; Malingering; and Warren Oates: A Wild Life


In this impressive debut collection of stories, Michael J. Atwood charts the self-searching reality of the modern American experience.HiStory of Santa Monica is a testament to the truth that the farther we drift from our roots the stronger the connection to them becomes. An engrossing first book by a writer whose voice we can expect more from in the future. 
Eric Wasserman, author of The Temporary Life


Fantastic storytelling! Original characters striving to stay afloat in the very deep and turbulent waters of Westside L.A. Atwood writes like a true roots rocker!
George Wendt, actor and author of Drinking with George: A Barstool Professional's Guide to Beer


Atwood's evocative stories are filled with characters dislocated by their ambitions―they're far from home, unfulfilled, and left wondering if they've made the right choices. What the stories make clear is that Atwood's own journey, which fueled this strong first collection, has been emphatically worthwhile. 
Daniel McGinn, Newsweek senior articles editor and author of House of Lust: America's Obsession with Our Homes


Michael J. Atwood's debut collection ... is a book of tender stories beautifully rendered. A young man returns to the family home on the east coast to attend a funeral and confronts his own mortality. A young woman struggles with both her Catholic and female identities, says about living in Santa Monica: "the land of bikinis and jeweled navel rings; I won't be wearing either this summer." From his own deep heart, Atwood gives us the disenchanted heart of his characters and asks us to understand. 
Gloria Mindock, Červená Barva Press publisher and author of Blood Soaked Dresses


In his own expositive way, Atwood uncannily captures the duality of the constrictive formality of the East and the breezy mirage of Tinseltown, haunting visions of those outside wishing to be admitted to the inner sancta. Nostalgia is knit into art as one of his bi-coastal heroes wanders through familiar turf revealing destinations seating the famous, while homeless sleep nearby on doorsteps. There is no escape. The Hollywood sign is the siren of illusion difficult to ignore.
P. J. Christman, Author of  The Purple Runner