Keith Loveland
A U T H O R

Keith is a skilled teacher and avid historian, and loves to speak to groups of all sizes. He is available for readings and discussion, in-person and virtual.

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Keith Loveland Author Location

500 Wells Fargo Plaza

7900 Xerxes Avenue South

Minneapolis, MN 55431

 

Keith Loveland's Debut Novel

Over the years he (Keith) filled notebook after notebook with character studies, events, possible relationships, philosophies...

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Fiction Story Fishing

My socks were in a back pocket of my blue jeans, and I had tied the laces of my sneakers together and slung them around my neck...

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NOVELS

Keith Loveland Author

The End of The Empire

The End of the Empire is an eighty-year-long saga that tells the story of three generations of the MacAlpine and Bergen families, while at the same time paralleling the trajectory of the nation. The story begins after best friends Harold Bergen and Cameron MacAlpine return from World War II, and begin to pursue their dream of building families and community.

  • History Lesson
  • Brought Back Memories
  • Compelling & Timely Story
  • Families to Root For & Weep With
  • Tension Between Darkness & Light

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Loveland Debut Novel

Author Keith Loveland's complex and interconnected characters take the reader from the suburbs of Minneapolis to the State Department in Washington, D.C., to the hardscrabble hills of Appalachia, down winding streets in Bulgaria, and into the mountains of Afghanistan.

Copies of The End of the Empire are available for purchase on Amazon in both eBook and print-on-demand formats.

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Fiction Stories

Fishing
by Keith Loveland, FSPE


Tom Venner taught me everything I know about fishing in the Mississippi River. "Think about it from their point of view," is how he explained it to me. "Cast your line where they’re likely to be," he said. "You'll catch more that way."

I was wet from my knees down to my toes, wading upstream towards the falls which gave this village its name, Big Rapids. Most of me was staying dry. My socks were in a back pocket of my blue jeans, and I had tied the laces of my sneakers together and slung them around my neck.

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