Novel Recs and More from Virginia Pye

Dear Friends—As 2024 rushes forward, I’ve been trying to slow it down by reading. With all the brilliant writers working today, I think we might be in a new age of the novel. Here are some recent ones I’ve enjoyed:


Leaving: A Novel

By Roxana Robinson
A page-turner with a moral core, reminiscent of Tolstoy or Wharton. Maybe because the two main characters are of a certain age, this book has the weight of learned wisdom. The two lovers caught in a moral dilemma are old enough to be grandparents and they know themselves in a way that younger protagonists often don’t. Should their happiness prevail or should honor and commitment win out? 


The Road from Belhaven 

By Margot Livesey 
A smart, charming story of a Scottish girl who has the gift of second sight. Her ability to see the future in brief pictures adds a magical quality to a beautifully told tale. The setting alone would be enough to delight, but the characters are memorable, too. When Lizzie leaves the farm where she was raised and faces challenges in the city, we see that even with her preternatural gift, she cannot control her future.


Absolution 

By Alice McDermott 
Set in Vietnam in the early 1960s and told from the perspective of a young, naive American wife, this story subtly reveals the ways colonialism corrupted even those sent to Southeast Asia with the best intentions. I couldn’t help comparing this novel to Tan Twan Eng’s House of Doors, which I recommended in an earlier newsletter. That novel is set in Malaysia in an earlier time but it, too, shows the contrast between understandings held by westerners and those of native people. Both novels are brilliant contributions to post-colonial literature.


The Bee Sting 

By Paul Murray 
I was enthralled by this novel when I listened to it. It’s the story of an Irish family struggling after the crash of 2008. Told in intricate detail from the perspectives of each family member—parents, older daughter, and younger son—the characters come vividly to life as the story unfolds. The dangerous tangles they get themselves into make for surprises and a rising sense of impending disaster. The ending is one of the most stunning, even shocking, final pages I’ve ever read.


Prophet Song

By Paul Lynch 
I didn’t think another Irish writer in the same year could outdo Murray, but Lynch may have done it in his 2023 Booker Prize winning novel. This, too, is the story of an Irish family, but living in an authoritarian state that, over the course of the novel, becomes more and more violent and inescapable. Lynch’s gritty, realistic world resembles our own but swiftly becomes a dystopian nightmare with a desolate, frightening future that recalls The Handmaid’s Tale. I tend to avoid movies and books with this level of dread, but this story riveted me. Cataclysm has never been so beautifully wrought.


I can also recommend two other stylistically sparkling novels:

Martyr!

By Kaveh Akbar

Day

By Michael Cunningham


Will You Kindly Review My Novel?

The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann now has more than 50 reviews on Amazon and 4.6 stars out of 5 stars! It was also just named a Finalist for the Foreward Reviews Historical Fiction Award.  

If you’ve read and enjoyed my novel, I hope you’ll go to my page on Amazon and Goodreads and leave many stars and a kind word or two. I can’t stress enough how much of a difference it makes to the life of a book. I do hope you’ll help me out. And if you haven’t yet read my novel, I hope you’ll pick up a copy here


Invite Me to Your Book Club

I love visiting book clubs and have developed an informative slide show with historic photos of women writers of an earlier time and images of the dime novels that young women of the late 1800s loved to read. Please consider me for your book club, library, or other book-loving venue to share the story behind The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann


Enjoy an Essay or Two

And finally, I’m happy to share my two most recent essays: 

Seizing the Day in Life and on the Page on Read Her Like an Open Book, a Substack newsletter that features books by women. 

Time for Feedback? How to Get the Most out of It, which appeared on a terrific site for writers called Writer Unboxed, where I’m now a contributing columnist.
 
Many thanks and happy reading!

Love,
Ginny

The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann is Almost Here!

In the heat of summer, I can hardly wait for fall when my latest novel, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann, will be published. The joy won’t just be in having a new book out but in seeing old friends and making new ones at book events. Here are some scheduled thus far, with more to be added soon.


Fall Events for The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann

I hope to see you at one of these events! If you can’t make it to any, please consider preordering a copy from Regal House Publishing, or from your local independent bookstore, or from Bookshop.org. The beautiful hardback edition is available only on my publisher’s website.

And if you find that you’ve enjoyed my novel, I hope you’ll tell friends about it, whether in conversation or via social media. I’d also be super grateful for any brief reviews on Goodreads or Amazon. And keep in mind I’m available to visit and chat with your local book club, in person or virtually, depending on where you are. Happy Reading!  


Imbalance of Power

A 19th-century writer sued her publisher for underpaying her as a woman, upending the culture of silence about author mistreatment in the gentleman's business of publishing. My forthcoming novel, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann, was inspired by her fight. Here’s a short essay in Publisher’s Weekly Soapbox column.


Engaging Novels to Enjoy This Summer

Half Life of a Stolen Sister, by Rachel Cantor: an inventive historical novel based on the lives of the six Bronte siblings. Set in a combined past and present and told through many voices, the story shows the siblings’ love for one another and the tragedy of their many losses as, one by one, all but Charlotte die, but their fiction lives on.

R.F. Kuang’s Yellowface tells the morally complex story of a white woman novelist who steals an unpublished novel by a highly successful Asian American woman writer friend who has died unexpectedly, and publishes it under her own name to great acclaim. This all too realistic tale brilliantly satirizes the publishing industry for its unfair treatment of marginalized writers and editors.

The House is on Fire, by Rachel Beanland brings to life a tragic fire that consumed the main theater in Richmond Virginia in 1811. Told in the vivid voices of four characters, two Black and enslaved and two white, the novel reveals the corrupt society and yet the big heartedness of some who survived.


Some of the kind and generous comments that authors are saying about The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann:

The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann is a captivating and delicious novel.” 
—Margot Livesey, author of The Boy in the Field

“The adventures and dreams of Victoria, a brilliant and irreverent romance novelist from more than a century ago, will resonate with readers today.” 
—Kerri Maher, author of The Paris Bookseller

"What a heroine Virginia Pye has created in Victoria Swann - independent, bold and literary. Brava!” —Roxana Robinson, author of Dawson’s Fall

“Virginia Pye's novel invites us into a distant era that—in its depiction of the challenges faced by women of letters —seems hauntingly familiar. But Victoria Swann persists—and prevails! The story of her undoing is generous, fierce, and inspiring.”  —Jennifer Finney Boylan, co-author with Jodi Picoult of Mad Money.

“Witty, intelligent, and exuberant, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann is a love letter to all of us who cherish books, writing, and writers themselves.” —Christopher Castellani, author of Leading Men 

The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann may be set in Gilded Age Boston, but it's a celebration of readers, writers and bookstores everywhere.” —Elizabeth Graver, author of Kantika

“Filled with grace, charm, and an acute sense of place, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann shows us the power of stories to connect, heal, and reveal our hearts.” —Marjan Kamali, author of The Stationary Shop 

"The Bostonians meets Writers & Lovers in Virginia Pye’s gossipy and substantive historical novel about women authors and book publishing. Compelling, fierce, and utterly charming, Victoria Swann is a literary heroine for the ages." —Laura Zigman, author of Small World

“At once an historic time capsule and an entirely modern tale, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann had me cheering for its heroine straight through to the final page. You’ll love it!” —Katherine A. Sherbrooke, author of  The Hidden Life of Aster Kelly

“Delightful, fresh, and surprising, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann is a rollicking feminist tale that brings the Gilded Age vividly to life while exploring themes that are still strikingly relevant to women today.” —Whitney Scharer, author of The Age of Light

I hope you’ll pick up copies of their extraordinary novels, too!


A Shout Out to Indie Bookstores!

I’ve had a wonderful time visiting close to 40 independent bookstores this summer! Each is unique and reflects the style and character of the owners and the towns where they’re located. I highly recommend visiting one and buying a book—any book! Indies serve as community centers for open and intelligent conversation. We need them now more than ever. (Porter Square Books photo)


With Gratitude and Thanks

Stay cool and have fun in the final days of summer. I’ll hope to see you in the fall! —Ginny

Spring Book News: A Forthcoming Novel!

Whatever got us through the dark of winter, we’ve made it now! I hope that having a book in hand helped. I read many novels these past months and am eager to share some with you. But first, I have my own book news to share...

The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann

I’m delighted to reveal the cover of my forthcoming novel, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann, that will launch on October 3 at Harvard Bookstore, followed by other events in New England and beyond. Later in the summer, I’ll send out my events schedule and will hope to see you at one of them!

If you’re a book reviewer or bookstagrammer, I’d love to send you a link to my ARC on NetGalley or a hard copy.

Advance sales are always helpful, so if you’d like to support me before publication, please visit this link at Regal House Publishing.


Storytelling at its Best: Recent Entertaining and Enlightening Novels

I Have Some Questions for You by Rebecca Makkai: An immersive who-done-it at a New England prep school with an array of well-drawn characters and a protagonist who doesn’t hold back about our country’s pandemic of violence against women. Super smart and unputdownable. 

The Blue Window by Suzanne Berne: Suzy’s a dear friend, but that's not why I’m recommending her latest novel. Her writing, which is always refined, enters a new realm of detail and vividness in this mysterious family drama about an estranged grandmother, her daughter, and college-age son as they withhold and reveal secrets in a small cabin in Northern Vermont. 

Terra Nova by Henriette Lazaridis: Another good friend, and another terrific novel. This one set partly in Antartica in the early 1900s where two British explorers race to the pole, while the woman they both love is back in London, documenting with her camera the suffragette battle. I’m partial to this type of tale as my first novel, River of Dust, also takes place in 1910 and is an adventure story set against a harsh climate, in that case rural Northern China. 


Speaking of...a River of Dust Book Giveaway!

I can't believe it’s been ten years since my debut novel, River of Dust, was published. Here’s what was said about it then:

“Terrific, tremendous, wonderful...a strong, beautiful, deep book.”
—Annie Dillard

“A gemstone of a novel...River of Dust is a masterpiece.”
—Caroline Leavitt

“This is a major work by a splendid writer.”
—Robert Olin Butler

At this ten year anniversary, if you haven’t read it, I hope you’ll consider ordering a copy from Bookshop (where, incidentally, you should make all your online book purchases, if you can’t stop by an indie bookstore).

Or here’s another option: I’m giving away six copies of the beautiful hard cover to the first folks who respond to this newsletter, in part as a thank you for reading this far!


More Reading Recs Because... 

We can never have enough great stories:

Hello Beautiful, by Ann Napolitano, a masterfully told saga of a family of four daughters over the the span of their lifetimes; and Bonnie Camus’s Lessons In Chemistry, told by one of the quirkiest and funniest voices in recent memory. 

Two novels that take place closer to home: Laura Zigman’s most recent Cambridge novel, Small World, and Stuart O’Nan’s Ocean State, set in Westerly Rhode Island.

Two novels that take us far from home: Salman Rushdie’s Victory City and Kerri Maher’s The Paris Bookseller, each set in distant, mythical worlds—one in ancient India, the other Joyce and Hemingway’s Paris. 

Any and all of these would be fun to take on summer vacation, as would Mad Honey, by the brilliant and big-hearted Jennifer Finney Boylan and her co-author, Jodi Picoult. 


Let’s Stay in Touch

Writers: Please submit your short stories to Pangyrus, where I’m co-Fiction Editor with the indomitable Anne Bernays. 

I’ll be back in touch soon with updates for The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann and look forward to seeing you at one of my events. 

Meanwhile, happy springtime and happy reading!

Book News and More…

Hello Book Lovers!

I’m happy to share that my novel, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann, will be published in October 2023 by Regal House Publishing, a small, highly congenial press that specializes in literary fiction. Set in Gilded Age Boston, The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann tells the story of an author of romance and adventure novels who becomes a champion of the working women who are her faithful readers as she takes on the male literary establishment. It’s also a love story—about people and books, and about how revision on the page can mirror revision in life and vice versa.

More about The Literary Undoing of Victoria Swann and my writing journey on the book podcast, The Writer’s Story, hosted by authors Meredith Cole and Kristin Swenson.

What’s with all the historical fiction?

The term “historical fiction” may have once evoked a fusty world of period costume, arcane manners, court intrigue, and bloody battles. Then along came Hilary Mantel to make it cool, followed by Colson Whitehead, George Saunders, and more recently, Tea Oberant, Kaitlyn Greenidge, Jennifer Egan, and Lauren Groff, just to name a few.

I sometimes wonder as I read these authors, does the pull to write in another era reflect an impulse to escape our own? Readers often seek out stories that carry them far, far from the present day, so why not the same of writers?

But I know from experience that writers are also drawn to earlier times for the way they mirror our own and for the perspective they can offer on the present. Recent novels set during the Civil War, Nazi Germany, and the Sixties, for example, underscore the importance of the current fight to defend democracy against totalitarian and racist forces. Social and political insight into our current situation can find its way into stories wherever and whenever they’re set, and sometimes the far away time or place allows a deeper resonance while avoiding novelistic pitfalls of polemics or propoganda.

Book Recs!

For me, 2022 started out with some brilliant reading. I disappeared into two of themost ambitious and entertaining novels I’ve read in a long time. Still Life, by Sarah Winman, is a love letter to post-WWII Florence, Italy—the delicious food and wine, the Renaissance art, the Arno river that snakes through its center, and the winding streets and piazzas. Winman populates this dreamy though realistic setting with an array of characters, each unique and quirky, who become a family of sorts. It’s told with a light touch, and a great love of Italian and English habits and culture. I was ready to pack my bags and move into her world.

An impressive epic, The Love Songs of W.E.B. DuBois, by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers, spans multiple generations of a Southern Black family starting with slavery and continuing through the Civil War until the present day. It’s a highly ambitious story of multiple worlds, from an African village to the experience of Southern sharecroppers to sorority life at Black colleges. I tried to imagine how the author kept track of the many strands of her story and yet she pulls it all together masterfully. Mostly, I felt that as a Northern white person, I was learning things I’d never known before about the Southern Black experience, and for that I was truly grateful.

Submit, Submit, Submit

Just a reminder that I’d love to see your writing at Pangyrus. Please send us your short stories. Anne Bernays and I are having a terrific time reading them. Anne is the author of innumerable novels (she’s lost count), including Growing Up Rich and Professor Romeo. She’s also co-author with the brilliant Pamela Painter of a seminal writing textbook What If? and co-author with her deceased husband, Justin Kaplan, of The Language of Names and Back Then. I’m learning her tricks of the trade and relishing her inside stories of the literary world, past and present. Writers make the best friends, don’t they?

Thanks for being mine. Write and read on! —Ginny

The View Post-Pandemic: Next Chapters in Writing and Life

What are you going to do with your one wild and precious life? That’s the question the pandemic has made so many of us ask ourselves. If we’ve managed to make it through physically unscathed and without too much trauma, then we’ve had months to pause and ponder, what next? A writer friend posted her version of the question on Facebook recently, and I read it in an early pre-dawn hour when I couldn’t sleep because I was asking it, too: “What,” she wanted to know, “to do with the back end of my life?” 

The view post-pandemic—next steps into the future.

The view post-pandemic—next steps into the future.

The pandemic has brought us to our next chapters in sometimes surprising ways. People have fallen in love—with each other, with new passions, hobbies, practices, life choices. Some have jettisoned aspects of their lives that were no longer working for them. I envy their decisiveness. But I envy more the people who have fallen in love anew with the life they already have. 

In the first week of March 2020, my daughter, Eva, was cast in a student movie by an NYU film grad student named Ajai. They were scheduled to film it a few weeks later but then, as we all know, New York City, and soon the world, ground to a halt. 

From lock down, Eva and Ajai began to communicate via phone and Facetime—she from her one room apartment in Brooklyn, he in a larger apartment in Chelsea that his roommates had fled for safer locations with their families. Over the following months, many of Eva’s friends also left, until it must have felt to her and Ajai, each hunkered down alone, that they were the only two people left in all of New York.  

They didn’t feel safe taking the subway or even an Uber to see each other, so what else could they do but continue to communicate across the East River via phone. Finally, two months later, in mid-May, when the Covid situation was coming under control in the City, they made a plan to get together. They would each walk an hour toward the other until they met on the Manhattan Bridge. 

Eva had been telling me about Ajai for weeks and I knew of their plan to get together, masked and cautious. When I spoke to her the day after their meeting, I asked how it had gone. She sounded elated and then happened to mention that she was going to order dinner from one of the many restaurants nearby. A long silence filled the phone until I said, “Restaurants? There aren’t many restaurants near you in Brooklyn, are there?” She let out an embarrassed laugh. She was in Chelsea, Covid pods joined.  

Now, one year later, they have moved into in a two-room bedroom rental in Brooklyn. They got it for a good price because so many people had fled the city, but not them. Instead, they stayed and found each other. 

I wish for each of us, myself very much included, to have such luck and clarity and joy in our next chapters. We have come out the other side of something profound. Now, all we have to do is look around, take it in, and step forward into our new, well-chosen lives.  

Disavowing a Racist Ancestor as History Repeats Itself

PHOTO: Ric Feld, Associated Press

PHOTO: Ric Feld, Associated Press

I was happy to have the essay below published by the Cleveland Plain-Dealer online at Cleveland.com and accompanied by this photo and caption: “In this 2006 file photo, visitors to the Rotunda at the Georgia State Capitol walk past the portraits of George Washington, clockwise from top left, Benjamin Franklin, Robert Toombs and James Edward Oglethorpe. In a guest column today, author Virginia Pye, the great-great-great-great-half-niece of Toombs, a Confederate general and the first secretary of state of the Confederacy, writes that Toombs’ efforts during Reconstruction to suppress the Black vote have had lasting impacts in voter suppression today.”


One of my ancestors should have been stopped. Because he and others like him weren’t, those fighting voter suppression have a more difficult battle, and one of the worst chapters in U.S. history seems to be repeating itself.

In 1865, Gen. Robert Toombs, former senator from Georgia and the first secretary of state for the Confederacy, went into political exile in Europe, unrepentant and unwilling to accept the outcome of the war. Like many Confederates, he still clung to a false belief that President Abraham Lincoln’s victory at the polls had been stolen. Toombs had distinguished himself on the Civil War battlefield and as a Confederate firebrand, but his most lasting legacy came after the war, when he did all he could to restrict voting rights in Georgia.

The myth of the Lost Cause gave us not just Civil War monuments but also hagiographies of so-called Confederate heroes. One published in 1892 by a sycophant named Pleasant Stovall was passed down to me. By my generation, Toombs was a persona non grata in our family. I remember my grandmother cringing at the mention of his name. She was a well-educated Southern white who supported civil rights in the ’60s. And yet, half a century earlier, she and my grandfather had clung to Toombs’ prestige when they saddled my mother with the compound first name of Mary Toombs, the second half of which she jettisoned as soon as she moved up North as a young woman.

On his return to America in 1867, Robert Toombs was granted, as Stovall writes, “a long interview with his old senatorial colleague, President Andrew Johnson. He went home from Washington and was never again molested.”

Never brought to court, never held fully accountable, never stopped. Like other Confederate leaders, Toombs was stripped of his U.S. citizenship and barred from seeking public office, but wasn’t shunned or silenced.

Instead, he became more emboldened than ever. In 1875, when Republicans in Congress put forward a General Amnesty Act with a single provision excluding Jefferson Davis and Robert Toombs, the Democrats refused to accept the amendment and the bill was never passed. When asked why he didn’t seek a pardon, Toombs replied, “Pardon for what? I haven’t pardoned you all yet.”

He continued to fight for white supremacy and in July 1868, Stovall writes, “a memorable meeting was held in Atlanta. It was the first real rally of the white people under the new order of things. There was much enthusiasm, and crowds gathered from every part of Georgia.” The rally was reported to be the largest in state history and Toombs its most rousing orator. “Leaders deprecated his extreme views, but the hustings rang with his ruthless candor,” Stovall reports.

Toombs’ populist Jim Crow rhetoric appealed to white farmers and workers afraid of a changing society and who were harboring a deep resentment of federal authority. But Toombs was respected at the highest levels of society, too. In 1872, the University of Georgia invited him to deliver the commencement address. Far from being ostracized, he had multiple platforms from which to rail against the rights and rules put in place during Reconstruction, declaring, Stovall writes, that they were “the product of ‘aliens and usurpers,’ and that he would have none of it.”

At the Georgia constitutional convention of 1877, Toombs argued that “a new and ignorant element had been thrown in among the people as voters,” and as Stovall quotes Toombs, “We must not only protect ourselves against them but in behalf of the poor African, I would save him from himself ... [since] their previous condition ... was such as to disqualify them from exercising the right of self-government.”

The racist views of Robert Toombs and others like him continue today in Donald Trump and those Republicans desperate to limit voting rights in order to hold onto power.

We must do all we can to prove the late American writer William Faulkner wrong when he wrote, “The past is never dead. It isn’t even past.” We must make it past. We must not allow our era’s Robert Toombses to dominate. He belongs in the dustbin of history and with him those who are trying to take our country backwards instead of forward into a fairer and more equitable future.

Southern Literary Review: Virginia Pye Interviews Jon Sealy, Author of The Merciful

I got to know Jon Sealy around the time his debut novel, The Whiskey Baron, came out in 2014. I was living in Richmond then, where Jon still lives, and we gravitated to one another as fellow literary writers. I interviewed him for my blog and noted how serious he was about books and writing. His goal at that time was to read a hundred pages and write a thousand words a day. Based on his output since then—several more novels and a memoir—I suspect he’s kept to his plan. He was a sincere youngish writer and now he’s at least as sincere, but a whole lot wiser about publishing and the life of the writer.

I was honored to read The Merciful when it was a manuscript and now again in published form and can vouch for its depth and beauty. Jon’s the real deal—a novelist who doesn’t just tell a great story but weaves it through with insight and understanding. 

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VP:  The Merciful is a beautifully written, thoughtful, serious novel—though not one without humor—that I think prompts the reader to contemplate larger philosophical questions. I hope our exchange here can get to some of those frankly deep ideas that give this work such depth and beauty.

But first, can you offer a brief summary of The Merciful? What would you most like people to know about it? 

JS: I would describe the book as a morality play about the hit-and-run killing of a bicyclist in Lowcountry South Carolina. The novel is narrated by a writer in Virginia who learns his old college friend is the alleged culprit, and the story is the narrator’s investigation of the crime and the subsequent trial. Like the film Rashomon, it shows multiple angles on the story to try to show a more comprehensive truth.

VP: As you suggest, the novel is told through multiple perspectives of characters who are connected to the terrible accident in which a car hits a young woman biking alone at night on a dark road. We hear from the accused, the prosecuting attorney, the attorney for the defense, the boyfriend of the girl who was killed, and others. All of these different characters live in and around the town of Overlook, South Carolina. The town itself becomes a character of sorts. Can you talk about Overlook and the people who live there? I felt you were making a critique of this type of Southern leisure town that in fact has a darker side to it.

JS: I modeled Overlook on some of the coastal towns near Hilton Head Island, which have seen an incredible amount of growth and change over the past 10 years or so. Until recently, the Lowcountry was quite a poor region in general, but wealthy outsiders have transformed towns like Overlook into something new. I’m fond of the William Gibson quote, “The future is already here. It’s just not evenly distributed.” Likewise, old and new coexist in the South Carolina Lowcountry: gated communities and Publix on one street, trailer parks and Walmart on the next street. So, in the novel, you have the victim, Samantha, from one of the well-to-do neighborhoods and a freshman in college, while her high school boyfriend, Charlie, has a single mom and is selling used cars. Daniel is the Midwesterner living in the simulacrum of the South, whereas the narrator grew up amid the last vestiges of the real thing.

The writer George Singleton once referred to the “New New South.” The New South refers to the industrial, post-Reconstruction South, and the “New New South” is an odd blend of old Southern culture with a national, homogenized way of being—Starbucks and high-speed internet. In the emerging culture, the “South” feels like it has been commodified. I think we’ve generally lost a sense of authentic local culture and community in America, and in the absence of the thing itself, we’ve packaged it up and offered it for sale. Call it the Pottery Barn aesthetic: craftsman chic, reclaimed barn wood on the wall, a hipster restaurant selling grandma’s biscuits for $5 apiece. I don’t know if I’m critiquing this cultural shift, exactly, but I do think I’m more conscious of it than your average person living in it.

VP: Of all the characters you could have chosen to narrate your story, you pick one who is only tangentially connected to the accident. He is the former college roommate of the accused man, Daniel Hayward. Jay doesn’t live in Overlook and hasn’t seen Daniel in years. And yet, when he hears of the terrible accident that his old friend might have caused, he becomes intrigued by not only by what happened that night on the dark road, but the experience that would necessarily change his friend’s life forever. Jay is drawn to the disaster. Can you talk about how and why you chose Jay as your narrator?

JS: I originally started with the prosecutor, Claire, and her section was in this omniscient voice. It was the first time I’d ever really tried writing in that mode, and I was interested in the idea of voice. One nice thing about writing in omniscience is the narrative can have a little personality. When I got stuck at the end of her section, I started thinking about voice, and about the fiction of fiction—who was the narrator? Where did the voice come from? An omniscient narrator is supposed to be all knowing, but in reality it’s limited by the knowledge and worldview of an invisible, unacknowledged author.

I don’t really know why, but somewhere along the way I decided to give you a peek behind the curtain, and I started over in the first person voice to introduce the narrator. Why was he writing this story? What were the stakes? That helped me get unstuck. I imagine it’s a bit like how an actor feels putting on a character’s mask—the narrator gave me a personality so that it wasn’t me writing about the prosecutor and then the defense attorney. It was this narrator, Jay, making it up.

That helped me move through the book, character to character, until the end. When I looked up I realized I’d written a book about storytelling in some ways, a book about how narratives are crafted—the narrative in the news about the hit and run, the narrative about the defense attorney’s video scandal, the narrative of the car salesman and his Ponzi scheme, the narrative about brain emulations and whether the world is a simulated reality. It seemed fitting that these crafted narratives would be framed by a meta-narrator, so I kept him. 

VP: As I read it, Jay is the Nick Carraway of this story, while poor Daniel Hayward is an unsuccessful Gatsby. Daniel has been raised to think he will be great someday, and even convinces his wife, Francine, of this. Although he marries the woman of his dreams and is able to buy a big, showy house, he’s stagnating in life. Did you think of Daniel in relation to Gatsby? They’re both failed American heroes, after all, and both have distinctly vague morals.

JS: Yes, I think that’s a great observation. It’s been a while since I read The Great Gatsby, but if I’m remembering correctly, it seems like Gatsby’s striving is related to class. Daisy and her crowd are in a posh, upper crust social circle, whereas Gatsby has to do the work to buy his way into their society. That’s an American ideal, that allegedly we are not born in a fixed class system and you can work your way into whoever you want to be, but of course it’s not so simple.

Daniel is born with plenty of advantages, but he’s come to the Lowcountry from Ohio. I suspect everywhere in the South is changing into this generalized American “New New South,” but he went to college in Charleston in the early 2000s, and at that time the Old South class structure still had a grip on the city. It didn’t matter that he was the son of an executive; he was from Ohio and therefore there was a social ceiling. The town of Overlook, a couple hours south, is more New New South, so he can work his way right to the top of the heap, like a Jay Gatsby.

VP: Daniel says he doesn’t remember hitting Samantha on her bike with his car. He’s tipsy and says he stopped and got out and looked around but didn’t see anything. Each of the characters weighs this explanation of the events in their minds—thinking about how they, too, have made mistakes that they haven’t fully taken responsibility for. I think the implication is that many of us are pretty loose with our sense of moral responsibility. We routinely let ourselves off the hook. We forgive ourselves for the places where we cut corners, or say white lies, or cheat in some way. A reader can’t help but ask themselves when reading The Merciful if they, too, are guilty? And if so, of what exactly? Is the biggest moral failing depicted here our own lack of self-awareness?

JS: The title comes from the Beatitudes—“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.” I certainly wouldn’t call the novel Christian fiction, but I do think a Christian morality and worldview underpins the story. The merciful extend mercy because they understand we are all sinners in need of redemption (“He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her”). I think you’re right that the moral failing throughout is a lack of self-awareness, but I also think it’s a lack of awareness of how narratives shape life, sometimes in dishonest ways. We live in a world where events happen, and then the media decides what is “news,” and then tells us what to think about it. Is it a moral failing to buy into a narrative thrust on you? That’s arguably what Jesus is for. He’s the guy that tells you you’re a hypocritical sinner, and once this truth is revealed to you, you’re on your way to salvation.

VP: One of the sections in the novel is titled “Cancel Culture.” In it, the defense lawyer, Henry Somerville, is caught on video doing something that others might object to. The video is shared widely online and he becomes a pariah of sorts, or at least is suddenly considered suspect by people who don’t actually know him. How does this thread in the novel fit into the main story of Daniel’s unwillingness to accept culpability? Who is the guilty party in this moment?

JS: The defense attorney Henry is at a park one day playing with his dog in a fountain. Somebody films him and uploads an edited clip online that makes it look like he’s abusing the dog, and the clip gets retweeted and goes viral with a hashtag #DogJustice, and it wrecks Henry’s life. I wrote this section when online social justice was just beginning to emerge (before #metoo), but it’s always made me uncomfortable for the way people are put on a trial of public opinion without all the facts, context and analysis you would get in a court hearing.

My view is that the truth is usually much messier than any of us would like, because it doesn’t fit into a neat narrative. My thesis around writing is that “all stories are lies.” By definition, a story requires a frame, and when you put a frame around an incident, you also create a point of view. That point of view may give you one truth, but it is not usually the whole truth. In the case of Henry and the dog, it’s an outright lie.

I see this incident with the hashtag as a microcosm of the whole novel—or, more precisely, the novel is the opposite of Henry’s viral video. Daniel gets his day in court, and the reader gets to see several angles on the story, including the narrator who is framing the story. The narrator brings his own biases and baggage into the story, as do I as the author, so I don’t think you can ever really get to a complete and objective truth. But, what I hope I’ve done is peel away the onion so you can get a glimpse of how messy reality is, and maybe how we can never really understand it. 

VP: Sadly, marriages don’t fare very well in this novel. Daniel’s marriage to Francine is immediately torn asunder when she learns of the accident. The narrator, Jay, also has a loveless and dwindling marriage. The defense lawyer, Henry Somerville, also has a failed marriage. The ailment that causes these marriages to fall apart relates to the characters’ expectations for happiness. They’re restless and have been raised to want more and think they deserve more, perhaps in unreasonable ways. Can you say more about this particular brand of American unhappiness?

JS: Like we discussed with the Gatsby comparison, many of these characters are caught in an American striving, which is a material striving, and the risk is that you become like a dog chasing a car. There’s always another project, another job, another home renovation. It’s when you stop moving that trouble can come in, because then you have to face the reality of your life: the doors that have closed, the opportunities wasted, the roads not taken.

I don’t think it’s coincidence that the story of The Great Gatsby occurs when Gatsby is on the cusp of achieving exactly what he wants. In a different version of the story Daisy might have run away with him, and they would have been miserable together, like a dog that caught the car but didn’t know what to do with it. Similarly, Daniel in my story is at a point in his life where he has this bombshell wife, a high paying job, and a fancy house, and then he goes and sabotages his life.

Likewise, the news that his friend has been arrested of a hit and run pulls the narrator out of his own striving. He looks up from his own life and realizes “there by the grace of God go I.” His friend’s fate jolts him out of his own mindless striving, and I actually think the narrator and his marriage will be fine, now that he’s had this moment of awareness of life.

VP: On a different note, I’d love to know what prompted you to write this novel?

JS: I don’t know if I had any intention in mind, but I can say it’s the book I’m most passionate about because I feel like I was able to show something important about the world. I think one of the biggest dangers of our age, which 2020 has laid bare for us, is our tendency to simplify life into a clean narrative. Language creates narrative, and a narrative can both reveal and obscure. Our soundbite-driven media has taken away our ability to understand this basic reality, which feels to me like it has taken away some of our free will. How can you choose freely if you don’t have all the facts? What I hope this novel does is show how you can interrogate the story behind the story to arrive at a more complete understanding of reality. I believe such an interrogation is a way to reveal not only the truth of any given situation, but a deeper truth about ourselves—and by extension, the interrogation might make us more merciful.

VP: You have two young daughters and work from home (as do we all these days), so of course, I also wonder how and when you managed to write The Merciful? Also, in the last few years you’ve started your own publishing house. An incredible thing to take on while also working full time, parenting, and writing substantial literary works. I’m not sure how you do it. What prompted you to start Haywire Books? And how’s it going these days at the press?

JS: That’s a long story, which I put in a memoir and craft book, So You Want to Be a Novelist (published in October). The short version is that my first novel, The Whiskey Baron, came out with Hub City Press, which is a great press but until recently has only published first novels. Unless you are uncommonly successful, once your debut novel is published you become what’s called a midlist writer—a modest selling novelist without a significant platform—and there aren’t many slots in publishing available for novelists in that position. I know a lot of good writers who are stuck without a publisher, so I started Haywire Books with this idea that I could publish midlist literary fiction writers as a kind of bridge in their career.

In general, I tend to find debut novels dull and predictable. Having written several novels now, I understand the mindset of what it is like to write a novel, and the wrong turns early career novelists tend to make. I’ve made all those wrong turns myself! Again, this is a generalization, but by the time a novelist has written a few books, they’ve used up all the predictable material. If you can keep your career alive to book three or four, that’s when things start to get interesting. Our publishing industry tends to be star- or debut-driven, so there aren’t many channels for novelists to publish book two, book three, book four. That’s why I started Haywire Books, to provide a channel.

Now, unfortunately, the pandemic killed my business plan. I wrote my model around touring with independent booksellers, particularly in the South, and online events don’t seem to be creating the same sales pop. I’m in a bit of a holding pattern, with the press and my own writing, to see what future there is for literary publishing.

VP: I wish you the best of luck, because you’re a brilliant writer and, as Steve Yarbrough wrote, The Merciful is “a magnificent novel.”

Joyce Hinnefeld and her collection, The Beauty of Their Youth

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The five stories in The Beauty of Their Youth are told in different voices, settings, and times. Each is unique and handled with great subtly and originality. I was curious to ask Joyce about her fine collection.

VP: I know that writing is an organic process and our creations can bubble up from many sources, but I wonder how the territory of these stories came to you? And, perhaps more importantly, how you choose the angle from which to tell them? 

 JH: I would say that three of the five stories came, first of all, from an engagement with—and curiosity about—certain places. In “Everglades City” and in the title story, “The Beauty of Their Youth,” these are places I experienced as a visitor, a tourist—and that’s the case for the stories’ central characters as well. Both of these stories are about an outsider’s view of a place (or places), and also, to some degree, that outsider’s inability to fully grasp and understand the place she’s found herself in. Certainly that’s true for Inge, the young German woman at the center of “Everglades City.” In “The Beauty of Their Youth,” on revisiting Rome and several sites in Greece thirty years after being in there as a college student, the central character, Fran, realizes how limited her understanding of these places—and certain of their inhabitants—was as a younger woman. The other two stories—“A Better Law of Gravity” and “Benedicta, or A Guide to the Artist’s Resume”—began in playfulness, in an effort to play with form, and with certain expectations about short stories and their characters. 

In terms of choosing the angle from which to tell each of these stories, I believe I was always looking for the perspective of a character who seems particularly bewildered—or maybe, by the story’s end, amazed.

VP: Memory plays an important role in these stories. It transports your characters from the present to the past by creating a swirl of time that releases them from a restrictive, linear understanding. Can you talk about how you wanted time and memory to unfold in these stories? What does the past tend to mean for your characters?

 JH: I’ve often said that as a writer, I seem to be cursed with an inability to tell a story in a straightforward, linear way. (Another way of saying this, I suppose, is that I’m not enamored of traditional plotting in the writing of fiction.) Maybe this is connected to my own tendency to dip in and out of memories—even very brief, fleeting ones—as I go through each day; this has intensified as I’ve grown older. These memories sometimes originate in a wistful longing for the past, a kind of nostalgia, but often they don’t; the best ones are just images, honestly—the feeling of wind blowing in my face on a rapid downhill ride on my bike as a child, moments of visual or aural wonder during my travels as a younger women. That sort of thing. I like drawing on those moments in imagining and creating characters, and then I guess I like giving my characters a similar sort of delight—or sometimes longing, or even deep sadness—in experiencing these arresting memories that seem to come from nowhere. And so those characters’ experience of time becomes like mine: caught in the inevitable rush forward, grateful for the pauses when memories glimmer in our consciousness.

VP: In the title story, a mother and her college-age daughter return to Greece and Italy where the mother had travelled when she was her daughter’s age. The daughter has an understanding that as American tourists they’re on the outside of the worlds they visit, but the mother only more slowly comes to understand this as the truth of her past is revealed. In another story, a German tourist veers away from her travel plans to live in the Everglades with a man she’s just met. Again, she’s an outsider looking into another country that only slowly reveals itself and changes her. Can you share your thoughts about the territories of culture and time that start out opaque in your stories but become less so as the stories unfold?

 JH: This is such an interesting question; I love the idea of “territories of culture and time that start out opaque . . . but become less so.” Partly I think this is simply a function of growing older, and recognizing one’s youthful naivete (as for Fran in “The Beauty of Their Youth”). But it’s also acknowledging the ways in which one’s desires can muddle one’s thinking about and perception of the world; that’s the case for Inge in “Everglades City,” but also, I’d say, for other characters in the collection—FJ in “A Better Law of Gravity,” Joan in “Polymorphous,” the Painter Van Lloyd in “Benedicta.” I’m glad to realize as I write this answer that not all of my characters who recognize this about themselves are middle-aged women like me!

VP: Your story Benedicta is told through an unusual and inventive structure of an artist’s resume. I’m curious how you landed on that as a way to show not just the career of the artist, but the arc of his life, especially in relation to other historical artists. 

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 JH: I know that when I began writing “Benedicta” I was thinking a lot about autobiography, and particularly about what seemed to me at the time (and continues to seem to me, if I’m honest) a gendered assumption about women writers and artists: that their work is almost always some kind of reworking of autobiography, of their own lived experiences—while the work of men is more expansively imaginative, and creative. I think it’s interesting that there is (or perhaps was) almost a kind of shame in the idea that art could emerge from lived experience, particularly in an age of such fascination with memoir (and now, also, with autofiction—and so maybe this is less true now). I wanted to explore a male artist who resists the call for autobiography in the creation of his artist’s resume, and who seeks an alternative way of understanding artists and their subject matter by drawing on the ideas of certain male artists from the past (Thomas Eakins, Walter Sickert, Ben Shahn). But then ends up, despite himself, revealing lots of details about his younger life, and how those lived experiences clearly shaped his art.

VP: I enjoyed the range of behavior in your characters. In A Better Law of Gravity, one character is manic and wildly unpredictable; in Everglades City, the main character ends up making strange and unwise choices; and in Polymorphous, a daughter only comes to vaguely understand her deceased mother’s unexpected behavior from the past. People are not what they seem and the boundaries for their actions are pretty wide open. Can you talk about how your characters’ unpredictability unfolds?

 JH: I’m sure you feel as I do, Ginny, that the only characters I’m able to stay with, for the duration of a short story (and certainly for a novel) are the ones who surprise me, who reveal hidden reserves—maybe of strength, maybe of desperation. When I read “A Better Law of Gravity,” which is a story I wrote long ago, now, I feel a rush of happiness in seeing FJ’s discovery of her own strength, despite the depressive funk she’s been steeped in for quite a while. Though I was playfully attempting to imagine the character of Frankie from Carson McCullers’ The Member of the Wedding several years after the time of the novel in writing that story, I feel like I also wrote it for all the young college students I’ve taught through the years—battling all their sadness and doubts and, these days, their profound anxiety, every day, in order to get up in the morning, show up, and do their work. When you keep on doing that—and also, as I try to remind my students, when you remain open to the possibilities afforded by taking risks (as FJ does in climbing into the car with her sister-in-law Janice)—there’s no telling what might happen. What remarkable things you might accomplish, what gifts you might offer to those around you.

VP: You are the author of another collection of stories (Tell Me Everything, which won the prestigious Bread Loaf Bakeless Prize), and two novels. How does the writing of short stories differ from novel-writing? Do you do them in tandem, or at different times? How do you know when a story is better suited to be told as a full-length book or as a shorter work of fiction?

 JH: I’m not sure I do know when a story is better suited for one form or the other; I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time, over the past ten years or so, struggling with that very question. I have two novel manuscripts from those years that haven’t quite worked yet, and it’s possible this has to do with form; one, for instance, should perhaps be three interconnected novellas—and I suppose that if I’m honest, I’d have to say that I’ve resisted that realization out of an awareness that the publishing world is more interested in novels than in shorter forms. I haven’t typically worked on short stories and novels in tandem; I’ve more typically worked on stories during periods when I wasn’t actively engaged in work on a novel. Right now, though, I’m pretty steeped in a series of linked short stories, and I’m enjoying the way that form allows for the satisfactions of writing both short and long fictional works. We’ll see how that goes!

Beth Mayer and Her Award-Winning Collection

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Beth Mayer’s stories have been published in The Threepenny Review, The Sun Magazine, and The Midway Review. Her debut story collection won the 2019 Hudson Award from Black Lawrence Press. I was delighted to ask her some questions about her beautiful collection. 

VP: We Will Tell You Otherwise focuses on the act of telling. Each of the individual story titles includes the verb to tell. How did you come to realize that was a central theme of these tales? And how did you choose the title of the collection?

BM: When I write, my characters boss me around and engage with my obsessions, curiosities, longings, and fears. It’s a lovely and surprising and personally challenging process. As I launched and drafted and revised each of these stories, I did not write toward a unifying theme. Only later did I recognize the urgency of each character’s telling, their longing to be heard. One line from what I now consider the title story kept humming—“I Will Tell You Otherwise”—then announced itself as the heart of the collection. When that shined out so clearly, the whole book made sense. This allowed me to re-engage with every story, like a discovery.

VP: And who is the “we” of the title? 

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PHOTO: Mark Riddle Photography Studio

BM: In my mind, the “we” in the title certainly includes the individual speakers from each story, along with the whole of their collective voice. However, as the author, I count myself among the “we” who needs to tell my stories and be truly heard. But I also hope to leave this notion of “we” open for readers. Maybe some will identify with the teller in one story. Others may feel like part of the collective. Perhaps for some the title is a larger clarion call. 

VP: The stories are wonderfully varied and unique, but all take place in the Midwest. You poke gentle fun at the Midwestern habits, behaviors, and mores of your characters. What does it mean to you that they all come from that region?

BM: In many ways, I am a proud Midwestern. Growing up, I didn’t enjoy an expansive world-view or experience other regions of the country. My examination of Midwestern values, limits, generosity, brilliance, fears are as much internal as they are a critique. In my life and in my writing it is not my business to point at anyone and say “you should be better,” but rather to challenge the deepest regions of my experience and imagination. This comes from a stance of love. So, the people who inhabit the place I come—me among them—are worthy and beautiful and flawed, just like humans on the rest of the planet.

VP: Many of these stories mine the fertile territory of families. You convey complex relationships between parents and children, and between siblings of all ages. I sensed in each story that the characters come from a people.Can you say more about what your characters gain from the interconnectedness within families and also how families entangle them? 

BM: Our deepest human longing, I think, is to be known. But there is a cost to this arrangement, isn’t there? That interests me. What are those costs and why do individuals choose to engage—or not—with others? On what terms? I have empathy for how our experience, character defects, and fears can block us from authentic intimacy.

VP: How did you come to write short stories? I’m always curious about the path to publication of a debut book. How has your writing journey unfolded? 

BM: Some of the stories in this debut short story collection were born when I was pursuing my MFA. Early drafts of these appear in my MFA thesis. I want to be transparent about my process and pace here, because I know how it feels to wonder how long something might take, to worry if a book will ever be done and find a home. After graduate school, as a working mother with school aged children, I found that while I was able to keep reading—which I did, widely—I was only able to devote specific seasons of time to my writing. During these deliberate seasons, I engaged with a writing group, the Loft, and writing friends as I revised, tossed, wrote new stories, and worked on my evolving manuscript. Looking back, I am so glad that my book was not picked up sooner. I love this collection now. I believe in it. When I say “ten years,” this is what I mean.

VP: So many writers feel pressure to write novels when they’d rather stick with stories, but the publishing industry prefers longer works of fiction. Are you working on a novel or are you happy to continue with story writing? 

 BM: Yes, and isn’t that unfortunate? As I writer, I got this message a few times as well. But here we are, and my book is in the world. That was the work I needed to do, which wasn’t about what might sell in a certain market. So be it. My love for short stories is undeterred. And? I am working on a novel now because that is the shape of the story I want to write. 

 VP: Whose short stories do you admire and like to read? Whose stories do you think most resonates with your own? 

 BM: Alice Munro is a master who inspires me. I also happen to admire her as a woman, living her full, rich life, and without apology. I love Amy Hempel, Lorrie Moore, Karen Russell, and Carmen Maria Machado.

 VP: Anything else you’d like to share about your collection or your life as a writer?

 BM: I am grateful to Black Lawrence Press, my friends, my teaching colleagues, my family. And you! Thank you for your kind words and astute questions. This interview was a pleasure. 

Black Lawrence Press (author/purchase page: https://www.blacklawrence.com/we-will-tell-you-otherwise/

Website: https://bethmayer.com/

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Happiness Through Fiction: A Shout Out to the Imagination

Happiness is in. Advice on how to achieve it fills volumes on bookstore shelves. Some of these books rely on scientific research. Others refer to the wisdom of the ages and sacred texts. They urge us to pursue ambitious life goals. Or jump off the hamster wheel and ditch our career goals entirely and relish simple pleasures instead: eating well, breathing deeply, meditation and exercise. Hunker down at home with those we love, or embark on daring adventures to distant shores. Face our fears. Do our bucket lists. Ditch all lists. Give up. Give in. Give back. Don’t give a fuck. Or fuck a lot. All in the pursuit of happiness.  

The titles alone promise verifiably achievable outcomes: The Happiness Curve. The Happiness ProjectThe Happiness Hypothesis10% Happier. While others offer a looser, more free-form approach: Stumbling on HappinessThe Art of Happiness. Authentic Happiness. Each promises something hopeful, lasting and, most of all, real. 

And yet, in my way of thinking, happiness can best be found outside the realm of reality. Let me explain. Over the course of more decades than I’d like to admit, I have reliably found happiness through reading and writing fiction. I’m convinced that happiness is unconsciously absorbed into the bloodstream through words—words that transport us into the imagined hearts and minds of others. Fiction offers a window into the human soul and psyche. If done well, the inner lives of characters remind us of what it means to be human. 

What we read doesn’t necessarily need to be happy. The literature I was raised on reveled in quite the opposite. Madame Bovary is a tragedy. Anna Karenina, a disastrous tale. In Chekov, you can search a long time for a happy ending because the characters are so flawed. They are vain and puffed up with self-importance, blind to their own follies, crippled by unrequited love, and often just plain silly. In other words, they are human. 

Reading about such weak and lovelorn characters has helped me all my life to stay alert to my own flaws. The more current characters in A Little Life swim in their own unhappiness, while in The Sympathizer the protagonist remains stoical in the face of his life’s conundrums. Great literature of every era explores human imperfection and sorrow, helping us to recognize that our own lives are more balanced by comparison. 

Any reader would understand the recent scientific study that proved that empathy is increased by reading fiction. That seems like a no-brainer to the bookish set. It went without saying that reading made our lives richer; our ability to love deeper; our understanding of the human condition more profound. It feels silly articulating what my parent’s generation and all the generations before took for granted. But in today’s climate, while so many other voices are screaming for attention, it’s worth remembering that reading a good work of fiction is not only not a waste of time, but a deeply human activity. One that, through the decades, has helped us to know who we are. 

As a writer, penning fiction has also helped me to know myself and, therefore, as the philosophers opined, to know happiness. The stories in my collection, Shelf Life of Happiness, are about characters of widely different ages and genders, told in voices quite unlike my own. They aren’t autobiographical, but like many fiction writers, I transform what I have experienced into imagined truth. This process of unconsciously inventing from life has helped me “process” painful moments. When something is bothering me, I make up stories to tame it and ultimately let it go.

At a rocky moment in my marriage, I traveled to Rome with my husband and two children and walked on the literally rocky terrain of the Forum, teetering on the edge of marital discord and even rupture. Not long after our return, I sat at my desk and in my story, Crying in Italian, I created an unhinged wife and mother who wanders off from her family and is seduced by the sight of young lovers in the Roman ruins. She longs to be free of the constraints of her life—jettisoning her husband and children for what she imagines is a more passionate existence. She literally stumbles and, without giving away the ending, finds herself on the precipice. The writing of that story helped me with my footing in my marriage and my life back home. It didn’t solve my problems, but by imagining a woman who risks all, I didn’t have to. And dear reader, I’m happily married to this day. 

Writing my long story Her Mother’s Garden, which was also inspired by real events, helped me through the loss of my parents. Some years ago, they sold the house where I had grown up and it was subsequently torn down. But worse, the stunning garden my mother had cultivated for over forty years was bulldozed. Rhododendrons heavy with magenta blooms, pink climbing roses crowning an arbor, royal blue iris standing at attention beside a shaded pool where golden carp circled at dusk were all relegated to memory. Then came the illnesses, the falls, the strokes, and finally, death, first my father and then my mother. Like other members of my family, I tried my best to process this period of sorrow. But only by writing a story about a daughter’s attachment to her mother’s garden, and the sad experience of watching her parents age and her childhood recede, was I able to move forward.  

Writing this story hollowed me out and left me feeling spent, but the surprising end helped me to stand again on my own two feet. After many drafts, I came to realize that the daughter needed something specific to happen to make her understand she must leave the haunted landscape of her childhood. Nudged off the garden path, she finally steps outside the cloistered loveliness of her mother’s garden—as did I.

After finishing that story, I felt quite different, not only about my past, but my future. I hope readers will feel similarly when they read it. A good work of fiction should leave us better prepared for what we face off the page—not in a prescriptive way, but by enlarging our human understanding. The tales we read, and those we write, should be rich with a dark, nourishing soil—to continue the garden metaphor—that allows us to thrive and grow upward into sunlight. 

According to Professor Laurie Santos in her PSYC 157: Psychology and the Good Life—the most popular class in the history of Yale University—genetics shape roughly 50 percent of our chances for happiness, while ten percent is dictated by circumstances beyond our control. But the final 40 percent is determined by our thoughts and attitudes. Novels and stories that infuse themselves into our consciousness and reshape how we see the world can tip that crucial 40 percent towards happiness. 

Though, in the end, perhaps simple happiness is one of the least rewards of reading and writing fiction. A deeper, more profound understanding of life through literature can outweigh all of this year’s self-help bestsellers promising easy rewards. For as we go in search of greater meaning in life, we can do no better than to open a good book of fiction and let ourselves remember who we are at our most complex and real. 

A Third Book About to be Born

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Parents of large families understand that while each birth is unique, they do get easier with practice. I suppose the same could be said for book births as well. My third book of fiction, Shelf Life of Happiness, is due out next month and though the thrill is the same, the panic isn’t.

Still, by working again with an indie publisher, a lot falls to me to create an audience. Here’s some of what I’ve been doing to get ready for publication.

Several new essays about the collection will appear on line around publication date. Look for them in The Literary Traveler, Beatrice.com, and other publications forthcoming.   

Interviews with me will appear at Bill Wolfe’s Read Her Like an Open Book, Leslie Pietrzyk’s Work-in-Progress blog, the Fiction Writer's Review, Deborah Kalb’s Book Q and A's, and more. 

I’ve added my collection to Goodreads and Amazon, and my publisher has added it to other book venues as well. 

My publicist has set up events at bookstores around Boston and in Richmond, Virginia, where I lived for many years. I’m always interested in visiting book clubs and other literary settings, so please be in touch. (See the Events page on my website for details.)

10/11: Richmond Launch at Page Bond Gallery, 5-8

10/23: Cambridge Launch at Porter Square Books, 7-8:30 (with Lindsay Hatton)

10/25: Newtonville Books, 7-8

11/13: Belmont Books, 7-8:30 (with Laura van den Berg)

1/10/19: Arlington Author Salon, 7-9 

If you can’t make it to one of these events, please consider ordering a copy from Press 53 by September 15 and I’ll be happy to sign it for you. Just click here: Shelf Life of Happiness.

Beth Castrodale on her New Novel, In This Ground

Congratulations, Beth, on the publication of your new novel! Before we chat about In This Ground, I’m curious to know how long you’ve been writing and if you have any other novels tucked away in drawers, like so many novelists, myself included? 

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BC: I started writing fiction in grade school. Back then, I created a lot of staple-bound, illustrated books featuring kids or families who wandered into haunted houses or other creepy places. After that, until I reached college, I didn’t do much writing beyond what was required for school. 

In my early twenties, I began composing short stories and sharing some of them in fiction workshops. But I didn’t take a crack at a novel until a few years after I graduated from college, and the product of those efforts is moldering in my basement. 

After years of working on this novel, I decided to put it aside, because I could never get its various storylines to hold together, even after drawing on insights from several thoughtful critique partners. That was a tough moment, because I worried that all those years of effort amounted to a big waste of time. But looking back, I realize that I really had to go through those multiple cycles of writing, rewriting, and rethinking that first book to come to some understandings about what a novel is, and isn’t. That experience taught me more about writing—and perseverance—than I can say.

Right now, I don’t have any other books in a drawer/basement. But I do have a novel that I’m actively working on, and I’m hoping to shop it around in a year or so. [Check out a brief description of Broken Sisters on Beth's website.]

Beth Castrodale

Beth Castrodale

VPIn This Ground is set in a graveyard and tells the story of a former indie-rocker who takes a job as a gravedigger in the cemetery where a former fellow band member is buried. What led you to choose such an unusual setting for a novel and profession for a protagonist?

BC: Cemeteries have fascinated me since I was a kid. Back then, a friend and I would wander the graveyard near our homes, reading the names on the stones out loud, and making up stories about the lives we imagined these people to have led.

The idea of cemeteries containing countless stories lingered at the back of my mind for a long time, surfacing a few years ago as an idea for a story collection or novel, one that would bring together the tales of people who are buried in a particular cemetery or who have some other business there. 

In my early days of working on the manuscript that became In This Ground, I had the idea of a gravedigger, Ben, being the central character. To me, Ben felt like the perfect connection between the living and dead within the world of the cemetery where he works. He tries to do his best by those buried there, by their friends and loved ones, and by members of the larger community.

At the same time, Ben is dealing with struggles of his own, the most daunting of which is his guilt over the death of the former bandmate who’s buried where he works.

VP: What kind of research did you do for this novel? Any haunting graveyard experiences you’d like to share? 

BC: I ended up researching several topics for the novel—among them, the day-to-day responsibilities of gravediggers and other cemetery workers; green burials, which the central character, Ben, hopes to offer; and the challenges of keeping a non-profit cemetery financially and infrastructurally viable.

The most fun I had during the research process was shadowing a gravedigger, Bobby Burke, for a day. Although I personally haven’t had any haunting or strange cemetery experiences, Bobby definitely has. Especially at night, his cemetery has been the site of everything from drug deals to voodoo rituals. The paraphernalia of these rituals—headless chickens, rum bottles, burned-out candles, etc.—are left for grounds workers to clean up in the morning.

I also had a lot of fun researching the controversy surrounding the exhumation of a renowned nineteenth-century vagrant, a.k.a. Leatherman, in Ossining, New York. This dispute ended up inspiring a plot strand in the novel.

To give you some background, in 2010, the Ossining Historical Society, which maintains the cemetery where Leatherman was buried, announced plans to move his grave, which was believed to be dangerously close to a busy highway. The Historical Society also wanted to have Leatherman’s remains scientifically investigated to determine, among other things, his national origins. 

But the plans to exhume Leatherman and examine his remains ran into huge opposition from those who believed that these actions would constitute serious violations of his privacy and dignity. The opponents’ arguments really fascinated me, and I loved how they got at the notion that entitlement to privacy—and to respect for one’s personal space—doesn’t necessary expire upon death.

I put Ben at the center of a similar controversy, because it really tests his beliefs about what it means to be doing his best by both the living and the dead: what he sees as his most important mission at the cemetery.

VP: Your previous novel, Marion Hatleyis an historical novel set in small town Pennsylvania in 1931. Did that story require a lot of research as well? How different was it for you to write about a time period outside your experience and a story set in the present?

BC: Yes, that novel also required a good deal of research. Because the title character, a seamstress, creates an innovative corset over the course of the novel, I had to investigate the status of foundation garments—and what might be considered innovations in them—at the time of the novel.

Also, because another central character experiences flashbacks to his experiences in World War I, I spent a lot of time reading about the experiences of veterans of that war.

For me, one of the challenges of writing a novel set in 1931 was making sure that characters’ language and mannerisms were appropriate for the time. That meant staying on the lookout for anachronisms of every kind.  But the greatest challenge I faced writing Marion Hatleyalso applied to In This Ground: trying to tell a compelling story while doing justice to characters’ interior lives and struggles.

VP: What types of novels do you tend to like to read? Does it matter if they are historical or contemporary? I’m just curious what feeds your own writing. 

BC: This ties right into my previous point in that I’m most taken with novels and story collections that, while telling a great story, take a deep dive into characters’ interior lives. (To my mind, the master of this kind of deep dive is Alice Munro.) It doesn’t matter to me whether a work is historical or contemporary.

VP: Tell us how you started Small Press Picks, your much-respected blog that reviews books from independent presses. How does it enlighten you as a writer, not to mention as a reader?

BC: Small Press Picks grew out of a few different concerns I had back in 2013, when I founded the site—and those concerns remain today. Mainly, it’s gotten harder and harder for most fiction writers to get reviews, but it’s especially challenging for those whose works are published by indie presses (as I can attest myself). At the same time, indie presses are putting out loads of compelling, thought-provoking literature, and they’re willing to take chances on new voices and on stories and subjects that diverge from the mainstream. 

Through Small Press Picks, I’m trying to play a very small part in supporting those efforts and to draw some much-deserved attention to indie presses and their authors.

Everything I read for Small Press Picks enlightens me in some way as a writer. For example, although my narrative style tends to be more conventional than experimental, I think some of the more experimental books I’ve read for SPP have pushed me toward testing new approaches to time sequence, point of view, and other aspects of the craft. 

VP: What else would you like us to know about In This Ground? I’m excited to read it and I want others to be psyched, too! 

BC: I can’t think of any other big points to make. But if anyone would like more details about In This Ground,my writing challenges and adventures, or my other books, they can visit my website: https://www.bethcastrodale.com/.

Finally, thanks so much for your kind words about In This Ground, Virginia. And thanks for taking the time to interview me! 

About Beth:

Beth Castrodale has worked as a newspaper reporter and book editor. Her novel Marion Hatley (Garland Press, 2017) was a finalist for a Nilsen Prize for a First Novel from Southeast Missouri State University Press, and an excerpt from her latest novel, In This Ground, was a shortlist finalist for a William Faulkner – William Wisdom Creative Writing Award. (In This Ground will be published by Garland Press in September 2018.) Beth recommends literary fiction on her website SmallPressPicks.com, and she has published stories in such journals as Printer’s Devil Review, The Writing Disorder, and Mulberry Fork Review.

Order In This Ground at: http://garlandpress.com/store/#!/In-This-Ground/p/105597774/category=0

Good Karma: What Goes Around Comes Around for Writers

I’m super happy to share the good news that my former mentee, Margaret Grant, has just published her first story in The Kenyon Review! I’d call that an auspicious start to a writing career, but as is so often the case, what appears to be a debut is just a highlight in a hardworking writer’s life. Margaret has been writing for years, tucking away novels into drawers, as I’ve done myself. She was a fine writer when we met, which made my task of encouraging her pretty simple. 

When I signed up as a mentor in the AWP Writer-to-Writer Mentorship Program, I was sent an number of short stories by mentee applicants. I chose to work with Margaret because I admired the clarity and precision of those first pages of Arrieta 410—the story, I’m gratified to say, that’s  now published. Her language showed great restraint, suggesting she already edited her work well. We started talking on the phone once a week, and over the course of a semester I read and commented on many of her stories. I encouraged her to go with her idea of a linked short story collection, which is now near completion and will be a fine first book. 

But I’m particularly happy that Margaret is now published in The Kenyon Review because just six short years ago I first met and worked with Nancy Zafris as my mentor. Nancy was the former fiction editor, and still advisory board member, of that esteemed journal. Nancy generously helped me with my debut novel, River of Dust. After it was published I went out to The Kenyon Review Writers Workshop, where I spoke to the students about my writing career up to that point and the helpful relationship with Nancy.  

What goes around comes around, more so in the writing world than just about anywhere. The encouragement I received from Nancy has now been passed along to Margaret, and we’re all the lucky beneficiaries. Please check out Margaret Grant's beautiful story at The Kenyon Review on line and you’ll see what I mean. And pass along good karma, wherever you can! 

Shelf Life of Happiness

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I’m thrilled to share that my next book, Shelf Life of Happiness, will be published this October. The nine stories in this collection were written over a span of ten years and all deal with the way that happiness can get lost in the elusive desire for something more in life.

Though the stories aren’t autobiographical, they do steal situations and conundrums from my own life. I really did travel with my family to the ancient ruins of Rome and I may have seen a couple kissing there, but unlike the character in my story, Crying in Italian, I wasn’t interested in ending my marriage as a result. But in that story, I wanted the reader to feel the tension that comes from travel and the longing to be someone we aren’t—someone with a wilder, more passionate life, when as tourists, lugging our way through foreign lands on tired feet, we’re anything but.

In Redbone, the artist of that name has finally achieved success in his career and yet in his final moments, he sees that he’s sacrificed far too much to ever enjoy it. In my eponymous story, a newly married, young writer is afraid to admit to his own happiness, having spent so many years longing for a woman who he knows would be bad for him.

I, too, have spent far too much time longing for something—especially when I was younger: success or recognition or whatever I imagined might make for a richer life, one more fulfilling than my own. I was sure there was something that could make me happier, even though I also simultaneously knew that I was already happy.

Truth is, I’ve been happily married for thirty plus years and have two grown kids whom I adore, and various other reasons to know that all is well with me. I think that’s true in part because I’ve had fiction to explore the worlds that tug at me and attract me and make me want to turn my life upside down. The longing to disrupt, to go in search of that elusive “something more” has been satisfied through both reading and writing fiction.

Hopefully Shelf Life of Happiness will help readers assess their own happiness and be reminded that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. We might just already have what we want.

Jodi Paloni’s Collection Reveals Small Town Life

Jodi Paloni’s linked story collection, They Could Live With Themselves, has been called wise and brave. Quietly observant and written in deceptively simple prose, she explores the hidden lives of the citizens of a fictional Vermont small town called Stark Run. This debut book was runner up in the 2015 Press 53 Award for Short Fiction and published by Press 53. As always, I’m interested in the path to publication for a first book. How did this collection take shape and now that Jodi lives and writes in Maine will that wild and beautiful state become the focus of future work?

VP: Over how many years did you write the stories in your collection?

JP: In a sense, I think the writing of They Could Live With Themselves about a small New England town was in the works long before I sat down to write them. I’ve been “gathering” personal experiences that fed the well of this project for years. That said, I started working on fiction in earnest back in 2010 during my MFA program at Vermont College. I finished the final story about three weeks before publication date in the spring of 2016. “The Physics of Light” was an add-on to the original manuscript. That is not to say that I worked on the book steadily for six years. And many stories originally slated for the book didn’t make it into this collection.

VP: Were you aware that you were writing a collection as you wrote the individual pieces? At what point did you realize it?

JP: Virginia, the thing is, I’m fascinated by the imagined place, Stark Run, which is based on a conglomerate of three towns in real life, places where I’ve lived. After I read and admired Olive Kitteridge, Winseburg, Ohio, and How the Devil Chose New England to Do His Work, and a number of other linked collections about small towns, I wanted to achieve the kind of read that left me both enamored with each individual story, but also left me touched by the greater whole. It came naturally to think about characters in terms of relevance to place. Place was the kernel and the stories grew from there.

VP: Your stories are interconnected, with the same characters appearing in different stories, weaving an intricate web of tales that together create the town of Stark Run, Vermont. Do you feel that some of your characters are more central to the collection than others? And do any of the stories feel more pivotal for the whole book?

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Jodi Paloni

JP: That’s a tough question because some characters show up a lot more than others, but others are people who hold the town together, yet hardly appear. Take Maeve Bellamy, the esteemed English teacher. She has her one story, is rarely mentioned elsewhere, but she has taught, or perhaps will teach, almost every character in the book. So in my mind, once we see her, and know her, her presence looms.

I guess if I had to zero in on a central character, I’d say Sky Ryan becomes somewhat of a “rock star” in the collection. He played supportive roles all along. My editor at Press 53, Kevin Morgan Watson, said he wanted Sky to have his own story. So in the final hour, I wrote a story from Sky’s perspective. In retrospect, his story takes on the whole of the collection. His voice becomes the collective voice for the town. I suppose the final story, “The Physics of Light,” is pivotal. Some would say it concludes. Others would say it left them wanting a sequel.

VP: The themes of loss and change are subtly explored in these carefully drawn portraits. I’m curious if there are certain writers you admire for their ability to reveal character in such an understated way?

JP: There are so many writers I admire for a variety of reasons and it’s difficult to pin any one to a particular aspect of my writing. I’ll just say that I love the way in which both Raymond Carver and Alice Munro deal with domestic drama in their stories, though I would never want to insinuate that I’ve achieved their level. Then there are particular stories that slay me: “Araby” by James Joyce, “Immortalizing John Parker” by Robin E. Black, Alistair Macleod’s, “The Boat,” and “Rana Fegrina,” by Dylan Landis. There really are so many great short stories out there.

VP: I’m always curious about how authors of collections chose the order of their stories. Was this a joint decision with your editor? What helped you place them in this order?

JP: The stories begin during spring, the month of May, and go around a calendar year ending the following May. This was purely accidental until I made it part of the plan, making a few adjustments–––nods to weather, a name changed here and there to make linkages linear and logical, etc…I found that becoming strategic in ordering stories was super fun. The collection could have started in September, or perhaps in January. At one point, my early readers all voted on opening with “Molly Sings the Blues,” a story chosen by Pam Houston for Whitefish Review years back. Molly sets the stage for the place, sets a tone, and introduces a few of the players.

VP: I’d love to know what you’re working on next. Will you be venturing into other landscapes or staying close to home with another book set in Vermont?

JP: Well, since writing TCLWT, I moved from Vermont to the coast of Maine. Here, I’m working on a mother/daughter story collection set in Maine, and a novel, also set in Maine. I tend to work on pieces set in the place where I am located. It helps me to immerse in setting and tone.

I can sit in a coffee shop and listen to conversations and find the “place-ness” in the characters, too, if you know what I mean. The trick is I’ve only lived here two years, whereas I had lived in Vermont for twenty-five. I knew small town Vermont, at least some aspects of a particular population.

The good news is I have some “born and bred” Maine readers who have already volunteered to read my Maine drafts and check me out for authenticity, which feels good. They’ve also said that TCLWT could have been set in Maine, so maybe small town rural New England has enough in common to carry me. Best to just “get er done” and figure the rest out later.

Leslie Pietrzyk on How to Build a Writing Life

Leslie Pietrrzyk and I met at the wonderful Virginia Center for the Creative Arts years ago and really hit if off. I enjoyed her first two novels and waited eagerly for the next. But as she describes in this interview, sometimes writing takes longer than we hope—and publishing even more so! But her experience shows there are ways to build a writing life, even when you’re not publishing. Her advice here is spot on and so important. Luckily for us all, she kept writing and her moving short story collection, This Angel on My Chest, won the Drue Heinz Literature Prize and was published last year. As she describes, she wrote it pretty much on her own. But Leslie is not an isolated writer. Her work is known and much admired. She’s a bright and generous star in the constellation of writers out there today.

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Leslie Pietrzyk

 VP: Your two wonderful novels—Pears on a Willow Tree and A Year and a Day—came out some years ago. I read them and admired them both. And for many years, you published short stories in top notch literary magazines. But if I remember correctly, you had a hard time placing a third novel. But then, something miraculous happened: you won the Drue Heinz Literature Prize and your stunning collection, This Angel on my Chest, was published this year. That prize is lucrative, well-publicized, and confirms the winner with a good degree of literary respect. So the sudden success of your short story collection must have given your career a great second wind. Can you talk about the fallow periods and the successes in a writer’s life? Is there something that you’ve learned from your experience that would be helpful to other writers about the ups and downs of what we do?

LP: A second wind, indeed! After publishing A Year and a Day, I wrote two novels that weren’t published. I was placing short stories and essays in literary journals, but I wanted another book. It’s tough to work so hard and not feel rewarded, especially when surrounded by accomplished, amazing writer friends. And on Facebook, all we see are the successes, so it feels as though “everyone else” is publishing a book and “everyone else” is having such an easy time of it—even as we understand this is not logical or even true. It can be really tough when you’re in those trenches…tough to get out, tough to keep going.

I’m not sure what helpful advice I have, ultimately, beyond keep at it. Identify the people who believe in your writing and don’t dismiss their kindnesses. Stay part of the writing community; don’t run away in shame or terror. Start new projects: I worked on my literary blog; I started an online journal for previously published work (Redux); I started a neighborhood prompt writing group. Change up your writing—your style, your content; push some boundaries and go for broke. Read excellent books.

Or not. Do none of those things.

I wish there was a clear path through those tough times. I only know what I did, and I’m not sure if what I did was helpful or was just what I did. “Write” is, I think, the answer to any question I face, so in retrospect, I’m most proud of myself for continuing to write.

VP: The impetus to write the stories in This Angel on My Chest seems particularly personal. All stories are somewhat autobiographical, if not in subject matter, than in feeling or thought. But your stories cut close to the bone of your own experience. Can you describe how you came to write them, or what the process of writing them meant to you?

LP: I didn’t really think I would write overtly about Robb’s death; I had written one story shortly after he died (“Ten Things”), and I had written about the grieving process in my novel A Year and a Day, which is set in Iowa and is about a 15-year-old girl whose mother committed suicide and the year that follows that tragedy. So I pretty much thought I was done…until a breakfast conversation at VCCA (where you and I met!!). I was chatting with a poet who was teaching a class about the literature of subcultures, and I thought it would be an interesting writing assignment to try writing about a subculture. In my studio, I scribbled out some ideas and once I saw “young widow support group,” I knew that would be hard for me to write about, and that I must. That story became “The Circle,” and as I was working at it while on the residency, I started keeping a long list of other memories and incidents from that time in my life that I wanted to write about. At the heart of each story was “one true and hard thing” from my experience, so yes, this is a highly personal book.

VP: Writing seems to have been a part of your recovery from loss. And winning the award for this third book must have felt like a great affirmation of your efforts as a writer, but also as a confirmation that when we write from the heart we’re more apt to deeply connect with readers. Your book certainly does that, and has been successful as a result. Does success change how you think about your work? Was there freedom in writing those stories when you weren’t sure they would be widely read? Have your ambitions changed over this period—can you take a breather now, or do you feel more pressure to capitalize on your recent success?

LP: I mostly wrote this book in secret, which I think was immensely freeing. My long-time writing group was dissolving, so they read only a couple of the stories. I felt that what I was trying to do—link a collection of stories through incident, with each story about a young husband who has died—was kind of an insane project. Who would do this? How could I make such a book work? Because it was such an unconventional approach, I didn’t want to hear voices in my head asking why I was doing this or how it wouldn’t work—or offering their solutions. I guess I sensed that the only way to figure out the puzzle of the book was to write it. That was scary, though, because for much of the time I had no idea what I was doing.

It’s hard for me to speak of “success.” To my mind, the book was a success without the external validation: it was the book I wanted to read after Robb died. Obviously, no book is perfect, but I found my way through the writing and emerged with the book I would have wanted to read after Robb died. But…I loved winning that big prize!

I’m just thinking now that the content of the book is very personal, as I noted, but also because the press takes the book as the judge has selected it, there’s no further editing. So the book is also personal in that it truly is a book written by ME, with very little outside input.

I’m not sure I would ever take a breather as a writer—there’s always another story to explore. And in our secret hearts, don’t we all dream of a shelf of books with our name on the spines? In the beginning, when I was growing up, I couldn’t imagine anything more remarkable than having a book I’d written in a library.

VP: How has being a teacher of writing helped you with your own writing? You have many dedicated students whose work you’ve helped shape. What does it feel like for you when they succeed?

LP: What I love most about teaching is being surrounded by smart people who want to talk about writing. My favorite kind of class is the kind where there are lots of questions, especially the sort of questions that make me think hard and run off to go research the answer for them. I love when I feel challenged by a class that wants to know more and to understand the craft more deeply. (I’m a member of the core fiction faculty at the Converse low-residency MFA program and I teach fiction in the MA in writing program at Johns Hopkins University.)

VP: What are you working on now? And any other advice for aspiring writers?

LP: I have a new novel that I need to re-re-revise for my agent; it’s set in 1980s Chicago, about a complicated female friendship between two college girls. And beyond that, there’s another novel dancing in my head, and I hope to get to that one this fall, when I’ll be in Scotland at a writing residency. (I can hardly believe that’s for real!!)

I love to give advice and could offer aspiring writers a million thoughts. But I’ll keep it simple here and quote one of my favorite writers and writing teachers, Richard Bausch: Write until something surprises you. That’s when you know it’s good.

Why Blogging Takes a Backseat or, the Birth of a New Book!

I can offer the best good excuse from any writer: my manuscript ate my blog! I’ve ignored this blog shamelessly because my writing brain has been elsewhere—in another far-off, purely fictional, land. I’m thrilled to share that I have completed a strong draft of my long-time-coming manuscript, Sleepwalking to China. I’ve sent it off to my agent for the second time. Technically, she’s read it three times, the first being almost a decade ago, but that’s another story. Or perhaps it's the same story. Because while some novels come forth in tidy, easily delivered packages, this one has been birthed slowly over several lifetimes.

But before I explain: here's a visual to prove I’ve been working:

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I outlined and and reshaped and outlined some more, using my trusty and colorful 3 x 5 cards. I used them also for River of Dust and Dreams of the Red Phoenix, but this time, they were especially needed to keep my story from sprawling.

There are some scenes in this novel that I first wrote when I was fresh out of graduate school at Sarah Lawrence College, many, many years ago. Those scenes are what attracted an excellent agent to the book in its earliest incarnation. Since then, it has gone through several other agents and many transformations. I cannibalized it to create my debut novel. My second novel was inspired by it, too. So naturally, now that those books are both out in the world, I had to return to this unsolved story.

It’s a novel inspired by my family, felt by me, and yet wholly invented. It’s fiction that has fermented and changed in scent and taste and feel over time: it’s from a good vineyard in a good year. At least that’s my hope as I raise a glass and send it on its way.

Grateful not Griping in Final Days before Launch

In the final days leading up to the launch of Dreams of the Red Phoenix, I'm busy writing. That seems logical, since I'm a writer. But now is not the time to work on another novel, but instead on short guest blog essays, literally hundreds of email invitations, Facebook and Twitter comments and shares. Writing as basic communication is needed at this time. Fielding invitations to do book events. Encouraging old friends and new to come to those events. Sharing whatever bits of wisdom I can offer about books and writing and life on the blogs of colleagues who I now consider friends. I am pedaling as fast as I can on the publicity bicycle that is this part of the writing life. Pedaling and peddling, so I can then enjoy the long coast down hill that will be the pleasure of sharing my second novel. Because as soon as I finish all this communicating via email and social media, I will share Dreams of the Red Phoenix—in person! I have sixteen book events set up and more in the works. Most of them will take place between October 7-November 5. My launch happens in Richmond, Virginia, where I lived for seventeen years until quite recently. Followed by other launch events at Porter Square Books in Cambridge and at the Concord Bookshop in Concord, MA, where I currently live and grew up. I love how homecoming will be woven into each of these settings. I feel embraced already by old friends who I'd love to see and vice versa, whether I have a new book or not. In other words, this is going to be really fun!

But then I hit the towns where I know fewer people, but still hope to see some familiar faces: Providence, Rhode Island, New York and Brooklyn, Washington, DC, Asheville, North Carolina, Greenville and Spartanburg, South Carolina. I feel incredibly grateful to the bookstores and other venues that have invited me. They take a risk on a lesser known writer and I don't want to let them down. I have my talk ready. My readings picked out. My slideshow in the works. I hope to welcome and entertain and connect with any readers willing to listen.

I hear some writers gripe about this public part of being an author. To me, it's all gravy. I look forward to the events, even if only a two or three people show up. Those are two or three people who have given me an their time on a weeknight when they could be home watching TV. And if they buy the book, I'm even more grateful for their generosity.

In the last twelve days before the pub date for Dreams of the Red Phoenix, I'm delighted with my publisher and thankful for their publicist who has helped every step of the way. It's almost time to fly. Or take the train. Time to meet and greet. Time to share. Not just the book, but myself, in a way that is real and honest and enjoyable.

Capturing Memory and Change in Writing

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Change. Change. Change. It’s a kick in the pants. It’s good for you. It makes you grow. It’s hard, but worth it. Since deciding to move, I’ve heard or thought of every cliché about change imaginable, and each one rings true.

After seventeen years in Richmond in the same wonderful house, my husband and I recently moved to Cambridge. We raised our kids in RVA, but we live now as empty nesters. We evolved into our adult selves in RVA, and we are now those people we became. I wrote five novels in my Richmond study overlooking the backyard and little fishpond. Now I’m at a desk in a modern home on a narrow side street in Cambridge with a view of treetops and an old farmhouse across the way.

As best as I can tell, the move is good, though hard in ways that pull me up short.

Before moving, I asked our Richmond house painter to remove and preserve the doorjamb where our kids’ heights had been written. In our new home, I stand at a loss in the living room with the strip of wood in my hand. It's pictured here in the back of my car on moving day—too precious an item to trust to the movers. And then again here in my new home, without a wall yet to hang it on.

Because the question is: what do I do with it now? What do we do with our most cherished memories?

That’s where books come in—novels and stories that try to capture the fleeting nature of life. The inevitable losses that are not always sad, and the rising hopefulness that change can create as well.

A close friend sends me sad, yet excited, texts as she drops off her daughter at college. Another friend posts a sad, yet excited, photo of her son as he heads off to his first day of kindergarten.

How do we make sense of the simultaneous optimism and sorrow that accompany each new stage of life? Writers fill the blank page, composers go to their instruments, and artists of a certain ilk pick up their brushes—each of us attempting to wrestle with change.

If I’m lucky, that scribbled-on stick of wood bearing evidence of the past has in it a poem not yet written.

Author and Blogger David Abrams Does it All

After the great success of his debut novel, Fobbit, I wanted to check in with David Abrams to see what he's working on next. I've come to rely on his daily book blog, The Quivering Pen, and when he stopped posting earlier this year so he could focus on his own writing, I grew curious. David is such a vital and generous presence in the literary community, I was intrigued to learn how he manages to do it all--pen books and oversee an important and much-read blog. Here is his answer to the time management conundrum that all writers face: David Abrams--color--by Lisa Wareham PhotographyI'm a people pleaser.

Before you go saying, "Hey, that's great!" let me stop you by saying, People Pleasing has ruined my soul. Oh sure, it's all well and good on the surface: putting others first, altruism, the wisdom of New Testament Bible verses, etc., etc. But all that Others First philosophy means I put my own needs in second, third, or last place. I spend so much time thinking-slash-worrying about what others think and feel and need that it leaves precious little "Me Time." (To my dear wife who might be reading this: please note that I will ALWAYS put you first--just wanted to clear the air on that.) Whenever I am reading another author's manuscript for a blurb, championing a new writer's novel on Twitter, or spending hours writing a Quivering Pen blog post about literary trends, it means I'm not working on my own writing. Don't get me wrong: I blurb/Tweet/blog because I want to and because I feel passionate about what I'm reading. But the truth is, no original words of mine are being written during this time.

So, when you ask how I prioritize my work, my response will probably be: "as an afterthought." Occasionally, I'll go through bouts of creativity where I'll shake off this malignant thinking and get down to work on the manuscript waiting, dusty, in the bowels of my hard drive. The truth is, those one-off periods of inspiration need to be the rule not the exception. I'm trying to get better. I really am.

I thought I was halfway to the cure at the beginning of this year when I nailed up the shutters on my blog, The Quivering Pen, saying that I needed to Blog Less, Write More. So long, and thanks for all the fish.

That golden period lasted for about four months. I tinkered around on the novel--long overdue to my editor--which I've been trying to write for two years, and I started three short stories, which remain in tattered fragments on my computer. I did a lot of staring out of my office window and distracted myself by reading books by Michael Chabon, John Kennedy Toole, and Emily St. John Mandel which I'd been putting off for far too long. I drank multiple cups of coffee, I stared out the window, I tinkered.

Then I snuck back to the blog like an adulterous husband drunk-dialing his mistress in the middle of the night.

My problem is that in addition to being a People Pleaser, I'm also a card-carrying member of the Procrastinator's Club and am professor emeritus at the College of Spread-Too-Thin. I take on too much and end up doing none of it to perfection.

I suspect I'm not alone at these clubs (I see several of you nodding your head in sympathetic recognition). It's comforting to be in a society of many, I suppose--but warning lights are flashing red right now: comfort leads to complacency, complacency is the first rest stop on the highway to hell.

I'm sorry, but I must leave you now. I must get to work--the selfish, ego-driven work of writing my own damn words. How to get there? I don't know, really. The creative life comes with no owners manual, no instructions to insert Tab A into Slot B. Giving up the blog, saying "no" to blurb requests, taking a Twitter vacation--those aren't the remedies (I've already tried all of those things). Sleeping less and rising earlier in the morning? Maybe, but I'm already throwing off the covers at 4:30; don't know if I can crack open my eyelids any earlier than that. Making the novel-in-progress the first thing I turn to in the morning? That's a start. Better time management? Of course.

If I'm honest with myself, if I look the mirror man in the eye, I'd have to say that the best first step is moving past the fear: the fear of failure, the fear of letting others down, the fear of wasting time at the keyboard. Instead, what I really need to be afraid of is failing to please myself. That's it. From now on, I'll try to be a Me-Firster.

Just as soon as I finish this blog post...

 

David Abrams is the author of Fobbit (Grove/Atlantic, 2012), a comedy about the Iraq War that Publishers Weekly called “an instant classic” and named a Top 10 Pick for Literary Fiction in Fall 2012. It was also a New York Times Notable Book of 2012, an Indie Next pick, a Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers selection, a Montana Honor Book, and a finalist for the L.A. Times’ Art Seidenbaum Award for First Fiction. Abrams’ short stories have appeared in Fire and Forget (Da Capo Press, 2013) and Home of the Brave: Somewhere in the Sand (Press 53), anthologies of short fiction about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Other stories, essays and reviews have appeared in Esquire, Narrative, Salon, Salamander, Connecticut Review, The Greensboro Review, Consequence, and many other publications. Abrams earned a BA in English from the University of Oregon and an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Alaska-Fairbanks. He retired from active-duty after serving in the U.S. Army for 20 years, a career that took him to Alaska, Texas, Georgia, the Pentagon, and Iraq. He now lives in Butte, Montana with his wife. Visit his website at: www.davidabramsbooks.com

Author photo by: Lisa Wareham Photography