The Sleeper
John Sheppard’s self-published third novel,
a tribute to his murdered sister, gets a second life.
By Susannah J. Felts
November 3, 2006
IT DIDN’T TAKE MUCH to burn John
Sheppard out on the book biz. In
the late 90s he sent a novel he’d
completed in the University of
Florida’s MFA program—a book he
worked on for six years but now
describes as “postmodern crap”—to
an editor at Algonquin Books. She
passed, and so did one agent whom
Sheppard was referred to by Bridge
magazine fiction editor Mike
Newirth. Then one day in 2001 he
picked up a flier for iUniverse, a
print-on-demand service. “Eh, to
hell with it,” he thought. “I’ll do this.”
He published his first two books
through iUniverse, and though
both sold only a few dozen copies
Sheppard wasn’t all that surprised or
disappointed. “It was enough to see
them in print,” he says. But in 2002,
about six months after he self-published
a third novel called Small
Town Punk, he started getting regular
fan mail from teenagers across
the country. People were actually
reading his work. It felt weird, he
says. “I just kind of wrote the book
for myself and threw it out there.”
A convincingly detailed portrait
of Reagan-era Sarasota, Florida,
Punk is narrated by a brutally cynical
teen antihero named Buzz
Pepper. Buzz’s home life has not
been good, which has left him with a bullshit detector cranked to 11 and
a bad attitude toward pretty much
everything. What’s surprising about
Buzz is his close connection with his
equally smart-talking, prematurely
world-weary sister, who toils alongside
him at the local Pizza Hut and
shares his vices—cigs, grass, beer.
Sheppard, who’s 43, lives in
Libertyville and works as a public
affairs specialist for the navy. He’s
also pulled stints as a junk mail
writer, a college English instructor,
a newspaper editor, and, for four
years in the mid-80s, an army lieutenant.
When he enlisted—on the
suggestion of a coworker at the
Florida Steak ’n Shake where he was
putting himself through school—he
was ten semester credits shy of his
college degree. “I was nuts,” he says.
“I hadn’t slept right in a few years. A
couple months later I was reading
through the contract and I thought,
‘What the hell did I do?’”
Despite the Florida setting, Small
Town Punk isn’t autobiographical.
Sheppard says that other than two
grandparents modeled after his own,
down to their names, the characters
are composites of people he’s known.
And as for the events depicted, “you
tell a story a thousand times and it
just morphs into something else,” he
says. But he did work at the Hut,
and so did his younger sister, Nancy.
“The heart of the book is the truth of
our relationship,” he says. “When we
were kids my father was a salesman,
and he kept getting fired, so we’d
move to a new town. We did this a
number of times, and my sister and I
just became best friends.”
In 1992, when she was 25, Nancy
was murdered, along with a
coworker, at a Brandon, Florida,
Pizza Hut after she’d just clocked
out from the night shift. Her husband
was tried for the crime and
acquitted; he later filed a wrongful
death lawsuit against Pizza Hut corporate
and received a settlement.
Sheppard wrote Small Town Punk
as a tribute to Nancy. He started
working on it in January 2002 and
finished in April, a month ahead of
the May deadline he’d given himself—the tenth anniversary of her
death. “It was after September 11
too, and that kind of fucked with
people in a big way, me included,” he
says. “After something like that happens,
you start evaluating your life.
I felt I owed her something.”
In 2003 Robert Lasner, founder
of Brooklyn-based Ig Publishing—an indie press best known for nonfiction
titles that champion liberal
politics—read a couple of glowing
Amazon reviews Sheppard had
written for Ig titles, including
Lasner’s own For Fucks Sake. He
looked Sheppard up, discovered
Small Town Punk, and was
intrigued. He and his wife and business
partner, Elizabeth Clementson,
finally read the book in 2004 and
loved it, so they contacted
Sheppard, who was happy to let
them re-publish it. Lasner’s edits
shortened the book by about 60
pages; the new version is due out
from Ig next January. The iUniverse
edition, in the meantime, has sold
around 2,000 copies and is still
available from a few Amazon
Marketplace sellers—who’re
asking up to $46 for it.
“If I’d written this book 20 years
ago, I’d be jumping up and down
excited that it was being published,”
Sheppard says. “At this point? It’s
nice. It’s been a long road. Being a
writer isn’t the central fact of my life
anymore. Just living is the central
fact of my life.” 
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