Virginia Pye

BNAA: Can you tell me a little bit about your personal connection to Richmond and how that helped develop Marriage and Other Monuments?

VP: My husband and I and our two children moved there in 1998 and ended up living there for close to 20 years. It's where we raised our kids, and I had set down pretty deep roots there. My mother’s side of the family is Southern. I grew up in the Boston area, but when we moved there, it felt familiar because of my extended family being Southern. So I ended up loving it. I was very happy to be there.

BNAA: You describe the novel as historical fiction, and I agree, even though it only took place six years ago. When you saw the events there, did you know right away that you wanted to write about that time and place?

VP: The story around this is I had written another novel in 2007, 2008 that was, like Marriage and Other Monuments, about two estranged sisters whose marriages implode around the same time and how they then have to turn to each other in different ways. That novel was set during Occupy Wall Street, which nobody remembers and it feels like an awful long time ago. [Laughs.] And that novel tried to capture Richmond. We had been living there a long time and I wanted to capture this city I really love, and in particular the different classes living in the city. There was the wealthy patriarch and the unhoused kids living on an island in the middle of the river, and everything in between. Anyway, we didn’t succeed at selling that.

I set it aside and went on to write other books. And then in the summer of 2020, soon after the death of George Floyd, I was in lockdown up in Massachusetts while my son was down in Richmond, along with some of my really close friends. Things immediately heated up down there, the way they heated up everywhere. There were riots, there were protests, there were nighttime skirmishes between protesters and police. And I was so drawn in because I cared so much about the people and the city, that I stayed up late nights watching videos as people were posting them in the midst of this action.

At the time, I wasn't thinking “Oh, this is good novel material.” I was just worried about my friends and my son, who was living very near to where this all was happening. But I was really engaged in watching, including the action that was happening around the Confederate monuments. The crowds pulled some of them down and then the mayor declared that they were going to be taken down, professionally.

I just kept wanting to be there, is really what happened. I didn’t start writing this novel until half a year later, maybe a year. But I suddenly realized how much my mind and heart had been with everybody during that time. I was fascinated by it and the history of the monuments that I circled back to the earlier novel, resurrected some of those earlier characters, wrote new scenes in a new time frame, now in the summer of 2020.

BNAA: What is difficult to toe the line between recent past and present?

VP: I think there’s this way these days where time has speeded up and what happened yesterday feels like history, practically, because so many dramatic things have happened in such a short period of time. If I hear the word “unprecedented” one more time, I’m going to scream. [laughs] But it is true, it’s all very unprecedented, what we’ve all been going through. So when I decided to circle back to the summer of 2020, I had enough distance and enough hindsight, I thought, to put characters in that setting and imagine how they would respond to it. 

You have to have suspension of disbelief, so you have to get things right. You have to not make it seem unreal to the reader. And so I did research, like you would with a historical novel. I did research on the history of the monuments and the history of Richmond and the history of certain neighborhoods, the history of prominent citizens there, particularly black citizens. And I realized “Oh, I’m treating this like a historical novel.” That’s all woven into the book.

BNAA: Were you researching anything on protestor networks or community activism networks to help bring the story to life?

VP: You know, I actually avoided that. I was aware of it and I did follow, on social media, different activists and the way those people were on social media. But I purposely chose characters who were not on the front lines. They were not the leaders. There’s one out of the four main characters—It’s a novel about two married couples— and there’s only one of those four who’s even repeatedly at protests, and she considers herself a foot soldier, not a leader. I didn’t want to presume, for a number of reasons. One is I didn't have the expertise. I hadn’t been there. Also, most of the protests were led by black people of different ages, so that wasn’t exactly my story to tell. But I could tell the stories of some marriages that were on the rocks. That I felt like I could tell.

BNAA: You said the story has always been inspired by two sisters and their marriages. Was that inspired by anything in particular or did these characters just kind of come to you?

VP: I have a sister, but it’s not inspired by my relationship with her. I think I really just wanted—I’ve been married a long time. My husband and I started dating in 1980 when I was 19. I won’t tell you how old I am now, but it’s been a looong time! Part of my thinking with this book was that I’ve managed to have a good marriage for a really long time. That is something I know something about and I would like to share something about that. How does that happen? How do you have a marriage that works? The best way to delve into that territory was to do what you do with novels: You show people where things aren’t working. You show people walking on shaky ground and there’s confusion between two people. Their communication is off. Can they work their way forward to where that marriage can make it or not?

In terms of siblings, it’s the same sort of thing where it’s another type of relationship that can go off so easily, and just how to try to get it back on track. That’s interesting to me. That’s the territory for me in fiction that I find fascinating.

BNAA: Of the four characters, did you have a favorite or least favorite point-of-view to write?

VP: People have asked me this! It’s genuinely like people asking which of your children do you love more. I really like all four of the characters for different reasons. I like their arches. I like where they end up. 

I almost like the two male characters…I don’t want to say “better,” but I’m very pleased and proud of the two husbands. I think their arcs are very interesting. One is a man who is born with a silver spoon and really doesn’t know what to do with it and is pretty lost. The other is a very hardworking man who’s never been given anything. He’s always had to fight or work for something. I like both of their stories especially, I guess.

BNAA: On a technical note, what is your writing process like?

VP: When I start a book and I’m getting into it, I’m at my desk a lot. I write at a desk, on a desktop computer, not a laptop— I’m very old school in that way. Then I write the book before the beginning or the middle or the end. And I… It’s really crazy but I use 3x5 cards, and I turn them length-wise. I use color-coded 3x5 cards, a different color for each of the four point-of-view characters. And then, as I’m thinking of the storyline, I mark down for the chapter who the main point-of-view character is, what’s happening to that character, what they’re thinking, what they’re doing or what their major moment is. Just in a very cursory way, not into detail. And then I tape it to a string that I hang up on my bookcase.

BNAA: I love that! I love it when author’s storyboard.

VP: It’s a storyboard, exactly. Everyone I know uses Scrivener and they’re like “Ginny, it’s so much easier!” No, I love my little dumb strings and my 3x5 cards in different colors! I hang them up and then I sit down in the morning and I know I’m on Chapter 12 and oh, right, it’s a Bobby chapter. “Bobby is at the river and…” and then I start to create the scene. And then when I finish that chapter, I get the sheer pleasure of ripping that card off the string. There are fewer cards hanging up and that’s how I can view my progress. [laughs]

I’ve mentioned it to so many people and they’re all like “Uh huh.” Nobody is ever like “Oh, I’ll try that!” [laughs] Don’t, there are so many other ways of doing it.

BNAA: But I love the physical representation! It’s like you’re giving yourself a little treat every time you finish something.

VP: Right? That is my huge reward! I start to pile up the used ones and I’m like “Ah, I’m getting somewhere.” By the way, I switch them around. I start to think “No, it wouldn’t be Bobby’s chapter here, it would be Cynthia’s chapter and move them around. It’s a way for me to visually see everything outside the computer, outside just paper. It works for me!

BNAA: I won’t ask what’s next because I know everyone hates that and you’re still enjoying this one right now, so my last question is: What are some of the books you’ve enjoyed recently?

VP: I just finished listening to—which I believe is allowed—

BNAA: Yes!

VP: — Ian McEwan’s last novel, which is called What We Can Know. Really beautiful, really smart, really a good one. 

For a different conversation, I read On Beauty again, by Zadie Smith. Someone asked me, in connection to Marriage and Other Monuments, to name another book that I thought in some way resembled it. And I couldn’t think of an exact comp, but On Beauty is about two families where race and politics play a big role. Also, the contrast between the older generation and the younger generation is easy to connect. Maybe that’s the best one to mention because I would love to be compared to Zadie Smith. [laughs] But just in terms of the different elements we see too in Marriage and Other Monuments.

I wasn’t in Richmond in the summer of 2020. I was locked down in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where we had moved in 2015. But I was deeply concerned about Richmond and as involved as I could be from afar.

Our son was living on his own by then, across the street from the J.E.B. Stuart statue on Monument Avenue. His apartment building suffered damage from an alley dumpster fire, presumably set by counter-protestors. Helicopters flew overhead many nights, and tear gas wafted outside his windows.

I was fearful for him, but I also respected the many people of all ages and races who came out to take part in the protests in a positive way. It was a complicated, painful, vivid summer.

Many nights I stayed up until one, two, three in the morning watching videos posted on Instagram by student journalists from VCU and others as they documented the marches, protests, and riots.

I followed the removal of the Confederate monuments closely, even alerting Richmond friends one morning when I saw online that a crew was on its way toward the Stonewall Jackson statue so they could witness the removal.

My long-distance interest prompted my imagination, resulting in this novel, entirely a work of fiction. None of my characters are based on real people and the precise details of the protests and marches that summer have been shaped by the story I invented in the novel.

Q: As you noted, the novel is set in Richmond in 2020--how important is setting to you in your writing?

A: Setting is everything. I’ve published two novels set in historic China and one novel in Gilded Age Boston—settings and time periods that I loved exploring. Those books required research to build a believable sense of those places.

Marriage and Other Monuments is set somewhere I know well from having lived there and visited over several decades. Way back in 2017, I wrote a novel that tried to capture the specialness of Richmond. My agent at the time tried to sell it without success. I kept hoping I could still place a story there.

When the events of the summer of 2020 took place, I knew it was time to return to Richmond in my imagination. I wanted to create a story that respects the city’s many complex qualities.

Q: How was the book’s title chosen, and what does it signify for you?

A: While working on this novel, I called it Monuments and Marriages. Actually, early on in the process, I called it Of Monuments and Marriages, until an agent said that title sounded like a 19th century treatise. Too highbrow and old fashioned.

I sold the book as Monuments and Marriages but as I spoke with my editor, she helped me see that the title wasn’t dynamic enough. It was too static. In a phone call, we tossed around ideas for ways to riff on Monuments and Marriages.

I think I blurted out Marriage and Other Monuments and we both instantly knew that was the right title. It has the charge I’d hoped for. It asks unspoken questions: what does a marriage memorialize? What does a marriage stand for? What does a marriage signify?

People I know who’ve been married a long time immediately respond when they hear this title. They get it that a marriage is a construction—much like a literal monument—that has many meanings, some of which can feel set in stone.

Q: The writer Joanna Rakoff said of the book, “An engrossing, timely family saga, Virginia Pye’s Marriage and Other Monuments explores complicated truths about race and class—and love and desire—in the contemporary south, shining a brilliant light on the turmoil of 2020 through the lens of history.” What do you think of that description?

A: I’m flattered and pleased. It was my goal to tell a compelling, page-turning story that also touches on important contemporary themes, such as race and class in a Southern city.

Q: What are you working on now?

A: Crazily enough, I’ve gone back to a novel that I first wrote in the early 1990s. It was the second novel I ever wrote, and I put it aside when my first child was born.

Set in the 1980s, Making Love tells the story of a group of friends who move to New York City after college. It focuses on their entangled relationships, in particular a clandestine love affair between Amber—newly married to Richard, her college sweetheart—and her former lover, Don, who is bisexual and who, early in the novel, is diagnosed with AIDS.

When Amber learns this news, she becomes afraid that she, too, might be infected, which, at that time, could mean an early death. Out of fear for her own life, and guilt over her secret romance, she becomes caught up with a cult-like group that pushes participants to uncover past sexual traumas through group pressure, encouraging participants to break with their perceived abusers, often identified as their families.

As some readers will recall, in the ‘90s there was a wave of incest revelations and then counter positions that introduced the term “false memories.” I’m looking into all that business, as well as telling a story about a new marriage, and a young woman afraid to choose who to love.

Q: Anything else we should know?

A: I hope that readers enjoy Marriage and Other Monuments and find it entertaining and thought-provoking. If you do enjoy it, I hope you’ll consider inviting me to in person or virtual book groups, bookstore visits, or other events. And drop a review on Amazon or Goodreads! Happy reading!

Q: What would you like people to know about the story itself?

VP: I couldn’t have written this novel if I hadn’t been married for decades. It offers my perspective on how to have a successful partnership and how trust starts with people being honest with themselves. Marriage and Other Monuments is also a story about how turmoil and rapid change in society can affect everyone, not just those who are politicians or on the front lines of social change.

Q: What do your characters have to overcome in this story? What challenge do you set before them?

VP: Change is in the air for the four main characters, the two sisters and their husbands. Individually and as couples they must overcome challenges in order to be truer to themselves. At the start of the novel, Marshall and Melissa are at a breaking point. Her activism as a White, middle-class woman protesting for social change has kept her separate from her own Black husband. He, in turn, has realized that his dreams of staking a claim in Richmond through a successful real estate business is being hindered by his wife and by his own lack of confidence. Meanwhile, Bobby—born with a silver spoon in his mouth as the son of Richmond’s biggest property mogul—is, in fact, broke. His wife, Cynthia, has enjoyed the wealth she married into but now realizes it’s a mirage and that she’s lost agency over her own life since marrying. Each character must find their way, sometimes through a deeper understanding of the past. The history of the City of Richmond and the Confederate monuments is woven throughout the story, as those painful icons of America’s troubled history face their own rapidly changing circumstances.

Q: What unique challenges did this book pose for you, if any?

VP: Fellow writers maybe can relate to my long, winding experience with writing and publishing this novel. Back in 2017-18, I wrote a novel set in Richmond, where my family and I had been living for many years. It told the story of two estranged sisters and their troubled marriages during the Occupy Wall Street era. In that novel, I wanted to portray a cross section of Richmond society, from a real estate patriarch to unhoused kids living on an island in the river that runs through the city. My agent tried to sell it but wasn’t successful, so I set it aside.

Fast forward to the summer of 2020 with the world in Covid lockdown and, after the death of George Floyd, the rise of social justice movements all across the country. By then my husband and I had moved away from Richmond, but I closely followed the dramatic events happening there as people took to the streets. I stayed up late many nights watching videos of activists battling the police. Some of my friends took part, and I spoke with them often. Our son lived in Richmond, just off Monument Avenue, where the Confederate statues anchored the roundabouts and served as centers of the action. I was worried about his safety. By setting a novel in that fascinating, dynamic time, I wanted to explore the conflicts that the social unrest had revealed about a city I knew well.

I took my earlier novel and re-envisioned it with several new characters and storylines, but some of the earlier Richmond material carried over. I still wanted to capture the story of two marriages, but also the beauty and uniqueness of the city itself during that time of great upheaval.

Marriage and Other Monuments allows me to share with readers what I loved about living in Richmond. Also, all that I’ve learned over the years about marriage, sisterhood, and how living in a time of social unrest can affect all of us, even those not actively participating in the struggle.

Q: What has been the most rewarding aspect of having written this book?

VP: I’m responding to this question before the launch, so I don’t yet know how most readers will receive my novel, but I’m grateful to the authors who enthusiastically endorsed it. And it felt like a small victory to receive a strong review from Kirkus, which is notoriously cranky. They called the book, “fascinating and audacious.” I’m also excited for my upcoming book events, especially those in Richmond. This book is a love letter of sorts to that city and to folks everywhere who strive for more in life, whether it be in marriage, sibling relations, or society at large.

Thanks so much for this sneak peek, Virginia! 

Favorite place to read a book:
In the early morning hours, as daylight is just filling the windows of my living room, I love to sit on the sofa with a captivating book, a cup of green tea, and my mini-poodle, Honey, curled up and fast asleep on my lap.

Book character I’d like to be stuck in an elevator with:
I’d love to be in an elevator with all of Elizabeth Strout’s main characters—Olive Kitteridge and Lucky Barton and the rest, though, I have to admit, I wouldn’t fit in at all with them. Same with the characters in Christopher Tilghman’s four novels set on the Eastern Shore of Maryland over many generations. I’d love to be with Thomas and Beal in the Midi in France, but again, I’d stand out like a sore thumb.

But to be in an elevator with one character is even harder to imagine. Yet, what if I could somehow whisper into Madame Bovary’s ear to help her avoid her fate? Maybe I could convince her to read books other than the silly romances that led her astray. Or, what if I could stand beside Anna Karenina and get through to her that her lover Vronsky is no good for her. Instead, I would speak of the more noble character of Levin and others. But it’s no good. Neither of them would change. They are who they are, and I’d have to get off at my floor, having changed nothing. Those indelible storylines are what they are forever. 

The moment I knew I wanted to become an author:
At age ten, as I stood beside my mother as she prepared dinner at the stove, I recited a poem I had written about the snow falling outside. The poem was pretty heavy-handed in its imagery. It was about how the snowflakes that had fallen on the poet’s hand were melting now that she/I had come indoors. The “life” of the snowflake was compared in the poem to the life of a person. Short and sweet. It was a first metaphor and I loved it!

Hardback, paperback, ebook or audiobook:
I love to hold and admire hardbacks, but I love to read from paperbacks. They’re easier on the hands and wrists, especially when reading in bed. I listen to audiobooks all the time as I’m doing household tasks or driving. For audiobooks, I try to choose books that are plot driven and not as focused on language. Ones that I’m swept along in what happens next. For novels that are more precise in their language and characterizations, I prefer to read from actual books.

The last book I read:
Evelyn Waugh’s A Handful of Dust is absolutely brilliant, but that’s no great surprise. The author of Brideshead Revisited and other classics, he’s a fantastic storyteller and creator of characters. In this one, he creates characters who have too much and are bored with their stature. Through truly terrible life choices they bit by bit loose everything. Where they land in the end is comical, yet tragic, like so much of Waugh’s work.

Pen and paper or computer:
I write at my desktop Mac in the mornings. When I’m at work on a novel or short story, I sometimes wake as early as four am and go to my desk because my mind is buzzing with the work. Lots of ideas come to me in my sleep—not fully formed, but more as a feeling of inspiration. If I get to my desk with that buzz, I can often have a great breakthrough, writing a scene or conceiving of some important moment in the story I’m writing.

Book character I think I’d be best friends with:
I find this question really hard, as I did the question about the elevator. I think I don’t think of characters as people. I mean, as I read, I let my imagination be taken wherever the writer wants it to go. I don’t hold back as a reader. But I also don’t think of the characters as anything other than creations. It’s probably because I create characters myself, so I’m always looks for the ingredients that have gone into the making of people on the page.

If I weren’t an author, I’d be a:
As dull as it sounds, I’d probably go back to teaching writing. Although...I’m also very much a people person and sometimes I think I wish I’d gone into, gulp!, politics. That is, politics on a local level and as it used to be practiced, with constituents and pols working together to improve a neighborhood or city. Then again, I could also see myself as a caregiver to the elderly. Or small children. I guess I could do a number of things!

Favorite decade in fashion history:
Turn of the twentieth century, before the flappers and after the high formalism of the Victoria era. Some women, like Virginia Wolfe, had started to wear pants. And I love those shoes she wore that look like men’s wingtips. I never wear those now, though I could. They just seem to belong in another time and place.

Place I’d most like to travel:
My husband and I return to Italy often, exploring different regions. As Stanley Tucci proved, each part of Italy is different from anywhere else, with different food and landscape and customs. It’s like going to an altogether different county, but since my husband has taught himself Italian, we manage well throughout.

My signature drink:
I love jasmine green tea with honey. And I love rose in warmer weather. But not together. One is more daytime and other for evening. You can guess which is which!

Favorite artist:
Oh dear, here’s where I have another problem: my husband of forty years is a longtime contemporary art curator and for almost half a century we’ve visited museums wherever we go. I have seen SO MUCH ART! And I often known what I love when I see it, but honestly, I feel like every painting and sculpture is part of a larger conversation that are all mixed up in my mind with references to other works. I’m often blown away by a Rembrandt or a Matisse or a Kara Walker or William Kentridge.

Number one on my bucket list:
We’re going to Australia soon for our daughter’s wedding to an Australian man of Indian background, where we’ll be part of a five-day Indian wedding. I think that’s pretty great, since we love these kids and enjoy his family. I can’t wait to be welcomed into that foreign land by these lovely people!

Anything else you’d like to add:
I hope readers check out my latest novel, Marriage and Other Monuments, which was written from the heart. It’s about marriage and how times of dramatic change can affect us all, even those not involved overtly. It’s a love story to a smaller city, one not without problems, but filled with good people, like every place. 

“Ladies don’t want that,” her older male editor tells her.

So she finds an ally in a younger editor, takes a stand, and publishes a novel, under her own name, centered on a character she develops as a real Boston woman.

Pye, who grew up in Belmont, said she thinks of the novel as a “love letter to books” and Boston. I called Pye at her Cambridge home ahead of her November 15 virtual talk and Q&A via Ashland, Wayland, and Tewksbury public libraries.

Boston Globe: You’ve said this book was sparked by your returning to Cambridge and being “struck by the way the city’s bookishness contrasts with other places” you’ve lived.

Pye: Exactly. I was figuring what to write about and kept noticing how people here read so much: on the subway, walking down the street. I saw somebody reading at the stoplight, book up on the steering wheel.

I noticed Boston has a lot of monuments and markers to our literary heritage — particularly to the gentlemen of letters who’ve lived here. I started to feel the shadow of it. I wondered what it would’ve been like to be a woman writer in that earlier time, trying to be heard, be read. What if you didn’t write that high literary kind of writing? What if you wrote, what they would have called back then, frivolous writing for other women?

Then I went to the Schlesinger Library [at the Radcliffe Institute] and came upon “Gail Hamilton,” the pen name for Mary Abigail Dodge who sued [her publisher] for underpaying her. She lost, but the lightbulb went off: There’s a woman who tried to push back against the male literary establishment. That’s how Victoria was born.

Victoria also champions women readers.

In the 1860s and onward, “New Women” were the first American women to live independently. Women had always lived either with their parents, or their husbands. New Women moved to cities, found jobs. This is where dime novels come in. They were supposed to teach young women how to not get in trouble with men, basically. Titles like A Woman in Peril or Marriage Gone Wrong. One after the next are just really bad romance tropes — something’s gone wrong for the woman, a man rescues her. A man gets down on bended knee and proposes while a white dove lands on her shoulder.

But you turn the page, and there are readers’ letters: women describing “MeToo” moments. The [advice] was never: call the police. It was: you need to change your behavior.

Then you turn the page and it’s ads for women’s reproductive [issues]. Contraceptives and abortion were illegal, so ads [were discreet]. So you see the ideal women are being fed, what their real situation is, and the dire situation of their medical needs — I wanted to portray all of that fictionally.

The book includes other timely themes — abortion, immigration, opioid addiction.

Which is crazy, because I didn’t set out to write a book that had this many current connections. But as I was researching, there were obvious abortion parallels.

Then I discovered there were two opium dens in Boston, hidden in plain sight, like the opioid crisis has been for us. That turned up the story of Chinese women brought over to work these opium dens. Chinese women were the first group outlawed in the US via The Page Act of 1875. So it wasn’t: I need to have an immigrant story. It was: Oh my God, here we are again.

Your synopsis says Swann shows how writing and reading “can liberate us.”

It’s so important for people to be aware by reading newspapers and nonfiction. It’s also important that we keep our imaginations alive by reading fiction. There’s this communication that goes on between the writer, the words on the page, and the image that gets created in the reader’s mind that is deeply human and deeply important.

The novel is reminiscent of one of those Merchant-Ivory period films. Except you can fill the cast from your own imagination. 

Pye recently spoke with Richmond magazine about her latest literary creation. 

Richmond magazine: This seems to be a departure, at least in terms of setting, from earlier work. But your novels start with the question “What if?”

Virginia Pye: I was walking around Cambridge [Massachusetts], where I live now, and I kept seeing people reading. They were reading on the subways, park benches; I saw people walking down the street while reading books. Books, not their phones — which is wonderful. ... Then I started noticing houses with plaques, and they weren’t to war heroes, and they weren’t to captains of industry, they were for authors. Cambridge is a delightfully bookish town. 

I started to wonder what it would be like to be a woman living in this historical setting. I started reading books set in the period, I enjoyed Henry James’ “The Bostonians,” Edith Wharton, though she’s a bit after Victoria, and started reading nonfiction about women writers. Though she was earlier but inspirational, Margaret Fuller, and Louisa May Alcott. 

I watched movies set in that era with those expectations of “The Gilded Age.” At the Schlesinger Library at Radcliffe college, I stumbled on really only a few lines about Gail Hamilton, which was the nom de plume of Mary Abigail Dodge. In 1867 she sued her publisher Ticknor and Fields for deliberately underpaying her. And that’s all I read about it. In the end, I’m a fiction writer, not a historian. 

The cultural threads running through the story include issues familiar to us more than a century on, though now we may have different terms for these concerns: sexual identity and agency, and among issues of pay equity, drug addiction, race and class, freedom of speech and censorship, and women’s reproductive rights. 

The novel takes place in 1899, so right on the cusp of a new century. That makes for an interesting moment, I think. In the minds of the characters, they see themselves as being forced into modernity — some embrace [it], and others try to hold it back. 

When I was starting on my research, I found in the Brandeis University Library a treasure trove of dime novels with these sentimental stories full of moralizing about women who come in from the farms to live in the cities and what trouble may befall them if they’re not careful. In the back of these books are letters from real women who describe in different ways how they’d been taken advantage of by men — this was way before the Me Too [movement]. One after another, they’d been groped at work or held late at the office with the expectations of sex by their male boss. The advice was always, “Leave the job,” with no notion that you could fight it. If you turn the page, at the back of the dime novels are advertisements including for thinly veiled abortion-related procedures.

Then suddenly, much more recently, after I’d finished the book and it was at the publisher, when the [Texas federal district court decision] came down about the [1873] Comstock Act, my jaw dropped. [Editor’s note: Comstock returned to public view in relation to the mailing of mifepristone.] The Comstock law was used to block anything mailed through the postal service judged as obscene or lascivious. And it was done to, among other things, keep those abortion adverts out of the hands of young women. Also, mention of anything that might refer to what we’d call gay rights, any kind of things perceived as lewd. So, yes. Here we are again. 

One aspect of the novel is the celebration of the joy of those hand-held devices known as books and how screens don’t light up but people’s faces do. One can feel a little nostalgic. Yet you can also see a familiarity because people are reading, or bingeing, stories like Victoria Swann’s similar to how we watch streaming serials — which require writers to compose them. 

Absolutely, that’s quite deliberate. This is my love story about books, readers and writers, and how incredibly important these are to each other and how it’s a shared society — people who love books and how vital that is to the culture, and so, absolutely, there’s nostalgia, and also a purpose to elevate. I also tried to approach the differentiation between “high” and “low” art and how different people can love a book for their own individual reasons. That’s among the many marvelous characteristics of the relationship between writers and readers.

There are loads of reasons to love the new book, notably its impressive, meticulous attention to Gilded Age culture, history, costumes and customs. The period comes alive with the appearance of Alice Longfellow on Brattle St.; Martha Washington, lonely and alone before her glory days; the tedious Ladies Book and Travel Club; the popular dime novel; the gentlemen’s club reminiscent of a certain musty male bastion here in town. Ginny gives us an unflinching look at a world chillingly familiar, with banned books (you may recall the Comstock Act that outlawed Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass), back-alley abortions, opium dens and an oppressive, controlling patriarchy, along with gentle reminders about true friendships, honorable work partnerships and the power of purpose.

Look for choice observations like, “How astoundingly delicate oversize men could be,” or, how the manuscript was “dropped in the drawer like a dead body in a shallow grave.”

Style Weekly recently spoke with Pye and the conversation has been edited for length and clarity.

Style Weekly: Did your thinking about the book begin with a woman in trouble who had to solve something or was this to be a work about book publishing in the Gilded Age?

Virginia Pye: I think it was about that incredible feeling of being in this particular area, of walking around Cambridge, Massachusetts, and feeling the shadows of all these great literary figures. And I saw all these people reading. Reading on the bus. In their cars when they’re at a red light. Reading on the subway. I actually saw someone walking down the street, reading. Who are these people who are reading all the time? It felt different than other places. And where I live are all these historical markers to literary figures, on the homes where they once lived, as a way of honoring them, yet few of them recognize women writers. I started to think about what it might be like to be a woman writing in that era, in the middle of those men, and not necessarily writing the types of things that they were writing.

Did you know Victoria’s life would come crashing down in such a devastating way? It was shocking.

Things happen in books! It’s a funny thing because it’s a book that starts out backwards, first with an internal problem. Victoria wants to be a different kind of writer than she is. She wants to tell her own personal life story, the hardships she faced as a young woman. Instead, she’s being paid a lot of money and her publisher and husband are counting on her to write these adventure novels, these romance novels that she’s getting sick of writing. That’s not exciting, it’s an internal problem, and you can’t dramatize that, so how do you take something that’s happening in in someone’s mind and turn it into something dramatic? I had to figure out how a personal decision would make a life go haywire.

This is an obvious question but are you and Victoria very similar? You must have related to her on a number of levels.

I did, I did. I’ve never written a story about a writer before. I never indulged in that and I feel like maybe every writer gets to do that once — but shouldn’t make a habit of it. This is a story about someone where the arc of their life is intimately tied to the arc of their writing life. The path she takes in life is dictated by what she ends up writing. And I love that idea, that the two are intertwined. That resonates with me because that’s how it’s been in my life. It is my attempt to try to show the portrait of a woman as a maturing writer.

Your story as a published author is pretty remarkable. A lot of people would have given up at age 40. Maybe age 50.

I had my first agent at 27 and my debut novel was five books and three agents later, at age 53, and then I published four books in the ten years since. The dam burst, which is awesome. I also raised two kids at that time.

Was Victoria’s treatment by unseemly gentleman-publisher types part of your own experience or is it observational?

I’ve ended up writing a more personal essay than I usually write that’s going to be coming out in Literary Hub about a young writer having some male domination in the household and also being the youngest sibling. There’s an element of this and of a woman finding her voice. She’s up against stiff odds, with the men closest to her underestimating her, trying to take advantage of her. It’s also how women writers were characterized and expected to write then. There are exceptions like Margaret Fuller, but even Louisa May Alcott wrote dime novels to support herself before “Little Women.”

I noticed that the good guys in the book are mainly the gay guys.

Oops.

This is a feminist book.

It’s definitely a feminist book, on a personal level and in terms of the industry and how women have been getting the short end of the stick. It still exists today, although I think younger women have figured it out. Younger women seem to be standing up more than my generation. There are so many battles on so many fronts.

Who were your early feminist heroines?

My sister Lyndy. She’s 10 years older, and was an avowed feminist in the ‘70s. I vividly remember when she took me to see When Colored Girls who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow Is Enuf [a 1976 work of poetic monologues by Ntozake Shange]. I ended up going once with her, once with a friend, and I took my parents. It was a voice that spoke to me. Lyndy introduced me to that.

Author Virginia Pye will be appearing from October 6 through 8 at the James River Writers Conference in the Greater Richmond Convention Center. Go here for more information. And she will be at Reynolds Gallery, 1514 West Main Street on Saturday, October 7, 5:30 pm for a signing.

Virginia Pye: Thanks for that description! I think you’ve captured well the source of tension in these stories. I suppose I think that in the midst of happiness there’s always the possibility of its expiration. That’s what the title of the collection means to suggest. Even knowing that joy can be snatched away, we have to fully throw ourselves into life anyway. In fiction, I’m interested in those moments that teeter on the edge. They allow us to see into the hearts and minds of characters. We figure out who we are when tested by life. The same is true in these stories.

Your book exhibits wonderful range; somehow you’re able to inhabit many different characters from all walks of life—aspiring young skateboarders, aged painters, slick art dealers, wily adulterers, a dying groom, and a town in the aftermath of a family massacre. Where do you get your ideas for these characters, and how did you stretch your imagination to render each one?

I love writing about people I’m not. To me, that’s what fiction is for. Writing gives me an excuse to imagine the inner workings of strangers. A lot has been written recently about how fiction increases empathy in readers and writers, but to me that seems so obvious: art has always been about stretching and enriching our hearts and minds. My characters may be inspired by people I’ve rubbed elbows with, or by people whose situations I’m intrigued by, but then I enlist my imagination to move beyond the real and create new worlds with their own challenges. I think a good story needs a crux—an inner or external conflict—that brings out who characters really are. By putting them in dramatic situations, hopefully they come to a life of their own.

Several of the stories also manage a remarkable feat of craft: they capture a person’s entire life in a tiny, heightened sliver of time. An artist, for example, reflects on a lifetime of longing and regret while struggling to swim. How did you go about writing a short story that’s so ambitious in its scope? Did you begin with that aim in mind? 

Usually I know where a story is headed, though I don’t always know how I’ll get there. In the case of Redbone, the story you allude to, I sensed a tragedy, but had to write it to discover how it would unfold. Sometimes, in a story, you need to give the reader an encapsulation of a character’s past. The trick is figuring out how much or how little to share. I think reading and writing a lot of fiction over the years has helped me to make an educated guess. I also think about rhythm in my writing—not wanting to get stuck on one note for too long, or bore the reader, but instead keep a story humming along.

Which story was most fun/most difficult? Which taught you the most as a writer? 

My first thought was that there’s only one story, Her Mother’s Garden, that taught me something: it helped me to move on from the grief I felt over my parents’ deaths and the sale of the house where I grew up. But actually, each story in the collection helped me in some unique way. Best Man helped me absorb the loss of a friend who died years ago of AIDS. An Awesome Gap helped me accept my son’s devotion to skateboarding—and therefore who he is as a person—even though I didn’t fully understand it. Each time I succeed at imagining a story, I think I evolve a bit as a person. It’s hard to explain, because these stories aren’t about specific things I’ve gone through. And yet, they each do the job of helping me to move forward in life with greater understanding. Perhaps they do something similar for the reader. To me, at least, this explains the joy I feel when writing each and every one of them.

Describe your process. How do you go from idea to first draft, and first draft to final draft?

These stories come out of small gems of understanding and serendipitous moments when life suggest deeper meanings. One Easter morning, at a brunch in our backyard, my husband and I realized that our young son had dug up a dead bird he and his father had buried a few days before. We were suddenly dealing with a resurrection on Easter morning—almost too perfect a gift—and I had to use it as inspiration for a story.

After considering some specific conundrum or irony of life, I write a draft, then rewrite and rewrite and rewrite, sending out the story to literary magazines and getting it back, then revising more until it’s finally placed. It’s a long process. The stories in Shelf Life of Happiness were written over a dozen years and rewritten all along the way. I even continued to edit on the spot during a recent reading.

You’ve also written two award-winning novels: Dreams of the Red Phoenix and River of Dust. How do story-writing and novel-writing differ for you?

A story can come from a single idea or gem of understanding, but a novel has to have many themes and characters and an arc that can sustain it. A story is more of a snapshot, although I like my stories to have a beginning, middle, and end. By the end of a story, I want my reader to have a feeling of completion. Each one should be a small sculpture—coherent in theme and style and execution. In a novel, there’s more room for elaboration and excess. I like my stories to be tight.

What are you working on now?

I’m working on something very different. A Woman of Letters is a novel set in 1890s Boston, about a woman who writes romance and adventure tales and must fight to be taken seriously in the world of men of letters. She decides to change her writing style to be more literary, upending everything for herself and her publisher, and ultimately allowing romance to leave the page and enter her life. It’s a feminist tale, and a writer’s tale, and a lot of fun!

Her stories were written over the course of twelve years and several were finalists in writing competitions. During that time, Pye authored two novels, Dreams of the Red Phoenix and River of Dust. “My short stories cover a smaller canvas, a shorter period of time. They deal with a singular revelation or series of revelations,” said Pye. Her novels, both set in China, deal with broader themes and often start with the exploration of a setting or landscape, which she populates with characters.

The inspiration for Pye’s short stories “tends to come from little moments, little gems, that offer insight into life and character. They come from key moments where something crystallizes the meaning of life.”  

One such incident, when on Easter morning she found her son had dug up a dead bird that had been buried in the backyard, became the inspiration for her story Easter Morning, with its themes of death and resurrection.

Art comes from trying to understand how others see things.

The title, Shelf Life of Happiness, comes from the focus on the characters’ striving and longing for happiness, however fleeting it might be. Pye relishes the opportunity to explore the ambiguity that comes with human communication. “Art comes from trying to understand how others see things. Perspective is like a prism, there are lots of ways to see things,” said Pye.

She works to make sure the endings of her stories give the reader a sense of what is happening and where the story stands.

The greatest challenge when developing the collection was the “continuous revising” as she worked on the stories over the years. “The challenge is to keep trying to figure out what the stories are about and to stay interested enough in them to make them better.”

The collection found a home with Press 53, where it was a finalist twice in their annual contest. Editor Kevin Morgan Watson helped Pye shape the collection into a cohesive whole in terms of themes and point of view (third person). 

Pye urges apprentice writers to take their time and not share their work with peers until they find their voice and feel confident. “Do develop peer relationships, go to readings, and go where writers are. But get a few drafts in and have a sense of what your work is so that you know what to make of feedback when you get it.”

She is currently working on a historical novel, set in the 1890s, about a woman writer seeking parity.

Tell us a bit about the highs and lows of your book’s road to publication.

This book has a lot of good karma behind it, or maybe a better word is kismet. It was runner up for the Press 53 short story collection prize twice and Kevin Watson, the publisher and editor, wrote to me soon after the second time to say they should publish the collection. But for some reason I never got that email. About six months later, I wrote to him to suggest the same thing. And later, I was delighted to have one of my closest friends create the beautiful cover. We’ve also gotten the most moving responses from writers who I admire enormously. The whole thing feels like a happy labor of love.  

What’s your favorite piece of writing advice?

Write. That’s about it. Just sit down and do it. The process will teach you things that no one and nothing else can. Trust that you’ll improve with practice. Assume you’ll write many things, so don’t get too attached to one. But mostly, just write. 

My favorite writing advice is “write until something surprises you.” What surprised you in the writing of this book?

I wrote these stories over a ten-year span, and while I sensed they had something in common, it wasn’t until I started to pull them into a collection that I discovered the theme of happiness—or the theme of the search for happiness. I realized that each story, in its own way, was about that striving, that universal longing. 

How did you find the title of your book? 

Strangely enough, the title was originally from a story that didn’t make it into this collection. I had written a short short set in a grocery store, where a woman is on the phone with her brother, who is at the hospital with their dying mother. The woman wants to escape the sadness of losing her mother by noticing simple things like the brightly lit fruit, but instead, all she can see is how everything is tainted with sorrow and decay. She thinks about the literal shelf life of grocery items, and the phrase shelf life of happiness crosses her mind. 

Fast forward to when I put together this collection and I realized that story, while one of my favorites, didn’t fit because it was told in the first person and all the others were longer stories in third person. But I realized that the idea of a shelf life of happiness fit with many of the stories. It struck me that an altogether different character named Gloria Broadhurst, who is a bit of a grand dame, might actually say that phrase aloud, because she’s clever and wrestles unabashedly with her own unhappiness. Gloria would feel comfortable making a pronouncement using that phrase. So I plugged it into that story and then changed the title of that story to Shelf Life of Happiness. 

This helps to illustrate my earlier writing advice: assume you’ll write a lot and it’s all yours to mess with, tear apart and build back up, ruin and perfect, and enjoy! 

Inquiring foodies and hungry book clubs want to know: Any food/s associated with your book?

You’ve stumped me on this one. I never noticed that my stories are so lacking in food! Off the page, I love Italian dishes (and was just there again this summer and had some amazing meals), and Moroccan, and French, and Indian; you name it, I like it! But in my stories, my characters clearly need to eat more. 

I see that only one character has a food recollection: the mother in Her Mother’s Garden shares a distant memory of a meal she had on a cliff-side restaurant in Greece. She’s never mentioned it to her daughter before, which only makes the daughter feel more desperate about holding onto her mother before it’s too late. So food, in this case, shows how private pleasures are often kept hidden, even from those we love, and how the longing for happiness and connection can attach itself to even the most pleasant of reflections.

I’m honored to host Virginia Pye to talk more about her book and her writing. Welcome Virginia Pye!

While Shelf Life of Happiness isn’t your first book, this is your first collection of stories after two successful novels (River of Dust and Dreams of the Red Phoenix). Considering how you’ve taken a path opposite of many authors, who begin with a collection and journey to longer works, what has been the most rewarding or compelling aspect of writing and publishing this new book?

I’ve written stories from the start, way back to high school or earlier. Like a lot of beginning writers, I tried to channel Hemingway and Faulkner, Calvino and Carver. But the nine stories in Shelf Life of Happinesswere written over ten years more recently. I wrote them from an impulse to explore a particular moment or thought. Some irony of life, or question, strikes me and I need to flesh it out. Writing my novels is much more involved and immersive, but the stories can be every bit as exacting. I rewrite them over months and years as I send them out to literary magazines. When a story is returned, I often revise it before sending it out again.

I loved pulling together this collection, because it showed me that I’ve been chewing on some of the same themes for years—the illusive nature of happiness, the bittersweet nature of love, the struggle to ever know another person fully. And also, how a dedication to art—which to me means writing as well as visual art—can help guide a life and make sense of it. Some of the stories in Shelf Life of Happiness are about writing itself—the redemptive human effort to find order and beauty.

One of my favorite quotes from your book is in the story, “White Dog:” 

[Dunster] struggled to understand why he’d pulled the trigger. Rob Singh had wanted to preserve his impeccable vista, but didn’t he know that perfection smelled like death? With that one shot, Dunster had upped the ante and shown Rob that he was wrong not to make his peace with the smudge on the horizon, the mistake on the canvas.

So much of your collection is about accepting life’s imperfections and coming to peace, and you tell your stories from the perspectives of a variety of characters: an elderly artist, a young skateboarder, a mother on the verge of breakdown. Where do your ideas for characters–their strengths and their flaws–come from?

Like many writers, I transpose my life and everything I’ve ever read into fiction, though how exactly, or why, isn’t clear to me. It helps to be a bit older and to have had years to work things out. These days I keep remembering things my father told me near the end of his life that turn out to be wise in a pragmatic way. I didn’t realize at the time that what he was offering was valuable, but I see it now. My characters seem to come out of an accumulation of understanding.

But, to be more specific, the stories in Shelf Life of Happiness are about people I could know, and maybe the reader could know, as well. I cull details especially from those I love. The skateboarder in my story, An Awesome Gap, is definitely not my son, but my son does happen to be a skateboarder. I’ve seen his dedication to his “art,” though he’d never use such a glorified term for skating day in and day out in all kinds of weather. Also, I think we all know how even a good kid has to struggle to break free from his or her parents’ expectations. The teenage character in that story deals with that issue, too.

I’ve known artists like Dunster from White Dog, but that particular character is more than an amalgam of all the male artists I’ve ever sat next to at art museum dinner parties (my husband is a long-time curator and art museum director). Combine those experiences with everything I’ve ever read about artists, plus what I’ve learned myself about sustaining an artistic life, and you have Dunster. Though I suppose that doesn’t fully explain where my characters come from, either.

In your essay, “A Zealot and a Poet”(on the Rumpus), you write–so beautifully–about discovering your grandfather’s journals that detail his experiences as a Congregational missionary in China during the early 1900s, and the surprise in finding he was much more than a missionary. He was a writer. In fact, he became the inspiration for the protagonist in your first book, River of Dust. How does his writing, his presence in your writing, continue to influence your work?

Thanks so much for reading that essay. I’m proud of that one and appreciate you tracking it down. I don’t think my grandfather influences me much any longer, though his actual words and their cadence did help me create the voice for my debut novel, River of Dust.

But, since I mentioned my father earlier and now you offer this question about my grandfather, I wonder if you might be onto something: perhaps there is some way that I’m writing to keep up with them. They both believed their voices deserved to be heard. That sense of confidence may have come from white, male privilege, or a misplaced entitlement. But they, and my mother, were great readers and books crowded just about every surface in our home. My father wrote his many books and articles in long hand on yellow pads in the midst of our family activity, sometimes with the Celtics or Red Sox on the TV. Writing was something “we” did. I’m grateful to him and my mother, and even my grandfather, for that.

Though, to share more, it took some determination on my part to claim writing for myself. I remember distinctly that my father didn’t think I was a good writer when I was teenager—he thought of me as scattered in my thinking, which I was, and considered me more of a “people person” than a writer. As a girl and a youngest child, I’d been trained to be helpful and accommodating, not assertive with ideas and words. To convince my parents to help pay for grad school, I told them I needed an MFA to teach writing. They could see me as a teacher, but not as a writer. I remember reassuring them I wasn’t trying to win the Pulitzer Prize. That seemed to set them at ease. I think they didn’t want me to deal with the disappointment that writers inevitably face. But also, they didn’t think I could do it because I was a girl.

What are you reading these days?

I read several books at once, all novels or short stories. Some are for research for my next novel, which is set in 1890s Boston. Katherine Howe’s historical novel from several years ago, The House of Velvet and Glass, is entertaining and smart. But right now I also have Laura van den Berg’s The Third Hotel and Susan Henderson’s The Flicker of Old Dreams on my bedside table. As always, there’s too much to read!

What is your favorite season in which to write?

When my children were young and we went on vacation to Maine in the summer, I’d get up early in the mornings to write. It was so peaceful and rewarding because I knew the rest of the day would be packed with family outings. I loved the quiet as the birds started to stir and the sun rose over the ocean, followed all too quickly by the cacophony of young voices and little feet pounding on floorboards.

But these days, as an empty nester, I have lots of time and tend to buckle down in the colder months, when there are fewer distractions. Boston turns out to be a great book town, not just because of the wonderful bookstores, or because of GrubStreet, the writing organization, but because the weather is so lousy so much of the year. You simply have to stay indoors and write!

I feel lucky to join the throngs of writers, both past and present, who have made this city their home. As we head into winter, when mornings start out cold and dusk comes early, I look forward to hunkering down at my desk.

Do you see any themes linking the stories?

The elusive nature of happiness is the overarching theme and it’s woven throughout each of the stories, though how it’s revealed differs a lot depending on the main character. 

A young art dealer tempts a grizzled old artist to reshape himself in order to have a final chapter of his career; a son reaches for his father across a widening gap to convince him of his passion for skateboarding; a wife and mother in the Roman ruins is lured away from her family by the suggestion of forbidden love: each character must navigate easy temptations as they search for true fulfillment. 

I like the way Jim Shepard describes the lives of my characters “as a tangle they urgently need to understand before it’s too late.” 

He goes on to say, “They’re experts on how to keep their hearts in reserve, and they recognize the ache of their own shame in their fear that perhaps those lesser versions of themselves they so often glimpse are who they really are, and yet all they want is to access the appreciative tenderness that’s waiting for them within their best selves.” 

My characters try hard to be decent and when they ultimately succeed, a certain happiness is their reward. 

How was the book’s title (also the title of one of the stories) chosen, and what does it signify for you?

One of my characters, Gloria Broadhurst, an elusive, far from happy figure, utters the phrase “shelf life of happiness.” She asks, “When it comes down to it, who is happy these days, that’s what I want to know? Really. Tell me. Who is?” 

Her old friend, a husband and writer who’s been in love with Gloria for years, puts his arm over her shoulder and knows the answer for himself, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, “for fear it might disappear on a cloud of moist breath and air.”

He doesn’t want to take his happiness for granted or jinx it in any way—that’s how precarious and precious it is. If we’re lucky enough to be happy, as I can say I am in my life, we must also know that life is full of grave uncertainties and nothing guarantees we’ll stay happy. My characters wrestle with this urgent understanding.

Have you read any short stories lately that you particularly admire?

The final collection from the Irish writer William Trevor is unbelievably beautiful, his language precise and his touch deft. I sometimes have to read his stories several times over because his character’s inner lives are shaded with such subtlety. 

And I can’t resist mentioning the extraordinary stories of Jim Shepard, whose imagination is more elastic than just about any other writer today. I have no idea how he puts himself into the minds of Neolithic characters, early French aeronauts, or pioneer wives of the 1800s. Yet somehow his stories feel current, not fussy or old. He’s a ventriloquist and a magician of sorts. 

What are you working on now?

I’m returning to the literary/historical territory of my first two novels, though this new book isn’t set in China. It’s a story about a woman author of dime novels in snobbish, literary Boston and Cambridge of the 1890s. 

It’s a feminist tale based on a real character, and also a story about writing, creativity, the publishing business, and Gilded Age New England. I grew up in the Boston area and recently returned after 35 years away, so I’m approaching my subject with a combination of fresh eyes and a deep love of home. 

Anything else we should know?

People may think that reading fiction is frivolous in a time of great uncertainty, but literature invites us to keep our minds open and our hearts compassionate. We need that now more than ever.

Novel writing is an altogether different process. It requires advance planning, often research, and major organization of ideas. I’ve sometimes used note cards to plot out the shape and I write in scenes from beginning to end, constructing the narrative arc as I go. I tend to do my character building within the confines of the story I create—probably because my novels have a lot of action. The plot—what happens to propel the story forward—reveals my characters. Maybe if my novels were more internal, like my short stories, I might construct them differently.

What shines in the whole collection is the complexity of your characters. This requires such deep diving into the emotional ocean that so many of us try to avoid. What is your process for character development, by which I mean, do they arise fully formed, or do you go over and over the work to bring them to life? What is the hardest thing for you personally to go through in creating such vivid characters? 

I revise many, many times, and often over many months or even years. I send stories out to literary journals and revise when they’re not accepted, so the process is an extended one.

The hardest thing, I suppose, is how to limit what readers learn about each character, pinpointing the most essential information or impression. A short story, needless to say, has to be short, so a writer needs to be discerning. The process requires a lot of building up and then winnowing down. I think I’m more naturally a novel-writer, so it can be painful to pare down to the essentials in a short story.

I loved “Crying in Italian” and was surprised and relieved by the ending. It was handled so delicately. What does the ending mean to you? Is it too late for them, do you think? 

I leave it to the reader to decide if the wife and mother in this story will be swept away by the passion she senses all around her in the Roman ruins, or literally stay on the “right” path with her family. This is one of the few stories I’ve written with a more ambiguous ending, though I think the main character’s direction is pretty clear. In general, my work is less ambiguous than a lot of contemporary literary fiction, in which actions are taken without consequences and relationships have hazy reasons for being or dissolving.

I think some people consider ambiguity in fiction to be more sophisticated than certainty. But my characters’ whole reason for being is to face those moments in which they must step up to the plate. For example, in my novel Dreams of the Red Phoenix, the story hinges on whether the mother will set aside her personal ideals and protect herself and her child in the midst of war. In River of Dust, the stakes are every bit as high, and the characters either crumble or respond nobly. It’s an old-fashioned idea, I suppose, that fiction is an appropriate venue for the exploration of morality, but that’s my quiet goal.

Many of the stories prompted me to say out loud, “No, don’t listen to him!” as in “Her Mother’s Garden.” This is a story about class divisions, how society responds to that, and how such divisions have changed over time. Can you talk a little bit about where this story came from? 

As my parents aged and my father was diagnosed with incipient Parkinson’s, they had to move out of the home where I grew up. Surprisingly, someone I’d known growing up bought the house and tore it down. At the time, and for years afterwards, I felt pretty shocked and hurt by that turn of events, especially because it was at the start of a period of great loss—first with my father dying and then my mother. Part of my process of grieving was about the destruction of the house as well.

But with time, I came to realize that the house being material—still standing, that is—didn’t matter. The memories I have of it are so removed from the present, it wasn’t important that the actual structure existed or not, in much the same way I now realize that my parents, though gone for a decade, are still with me.

So, that story came out of grief, but also out of a deeper understanding of permanence in life. How what you love and whom you love are always with you.

And yes, it’s also a story about class—how the old money ways of the past have been superseded by new money and different values. But I think, or hope, that the story also suggests that those new values have merit, too. The man who buys and then tears down the home in my story is a real family man. He’s looking out for what’s best in his eyes for his family. He’s not a bad guy, in my opinion. And the end result, as in so many of my stories, is that the main female character is forced to see the world differently. She must leave the bubble of the protected, precious world her parents created. I hope the reader senses that she will be the better for that change, although it’s not an easy one.

In the story “Redbone,” the main character is a rather loathsome individual. And we get different perspectives, including his own, throughout the story. We have plenty of reasons not to like the guy, and yet I still was hoping for the best for him right up to the end, which I think is a sign of a very well-crafted character and story. 

Redbone put ambition above all else—and not a healthy type of ambition, but ambition of the sort that caused him to lose those he loved. He’s literally and figuratively lost his bearings in life and in the ocean where he swims. So, I think he’s getting his just desserts, but I hope the reader also feels for the man. He wanted to be a better person, and in the end that’s all we can hope for—to have that impulse to be decent and kind to one another, even if we can’t pull it off all the time. I see myself in him—me at my most crass and grasping—and I hope the reader can see him or herself, too. It’s a bit of a cautionary tale, but one I need to remind of myself, too.

The inevitable question arises — what are you working on now? 

I’m excited to be working on an historical novel set in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where I grew up and now live again, but not set in the present, instead in the late 1800s. It’s the story of a woman author of dime novels in the world of high literature. I’m having fun with feminist themes in a Gilded Era setting. I love thinking about highbrow, snobbish Boston as immigrants changed the character of the town. It’s so clear how the same societal issues were at play then as now, as well as in my novels and in the stories of Shelf Life of Happiness.

INTERVIEW: 

Reading your stories I feel as if I’m peering into your characters’ lives through a window, almost inappropriately compelled to keep watching. Yet these quintessentially American stories are packed full of familiar places and situations any of us might encounter. You are wonderfully observant. How did you find these stories?

Without trying to sound too mystical, I feel that these stories found me. If I notice something that’s quirky or unresolved—a little gem of experience that captures life’s ironies or conundrums—I start to imagine resolving it in a story. Though, of course, fiction never resolves anything. Instead, it opens more avenues of thought about life, rather than narrowing them down. But still, I use fiction to explore small moments that have leapt out at me as rich with possibilities.

You have said, “Fiction gains its full scope when an author takes a daring imaginative leap fueled by empathy and understanding.” Orhan Pamuk speaks of the writer’s compassion for his characters. Yet there’s an argument afoot that a writer ought to stick within his or her—especially ethnic—experience. Well, first off, that would preclude murders from most fiction, or a female writer creating a male protagonist, or possibly, too, books written about a foreign country in a different era. To me your quote perfectly states the writer’s gift: imagination and empathy. (Which does not imply either is easy to exercise.) Can you comment?

Fiction relies on the suspension of disbelief, and to achieve that is not as easy as it sounds. To get a story or character right, you have to really know your subject, which doesn’t mean knowing every detail, just the right details. The essence.

I agree with the perspective that writers from dominant cultures must bring an especially sensitive and self-aware approach to telling the stories of people who have had vastly different life experiences from the author’s own, and who have perhaps faced oppression that the writer’s own group may be responsible for. That’s what I tried to do in my two novels. When a writer does choose to portray someone from an oppressed group, she needs to be aware of the bias with which she approaches her story. Compassion and empathy and respect must be the guide.

There’s a passivity running through many of your characters. In “Her Mother’s Garden,” Annie is ever stunted as the garden thrives. This is an interesting take on mother and garden as metaphor: nourishing forces become almost like kudzu, invading and choking the spirit. A similar passivity engulfs Sara in “Crying in Italian.” She seems ready to suffocate with unhappiness but, unable to confront it, she wanders off from her children to watch a couple making love among the Roman ruins. In “New Year’s Day,” Jessica horrifically speaks her mind to the last person to connect with a murder victim, behavior that disrupts Jessica’s sense of who she is.

I find truthfulness in these characters’ passivity, their indistinct dissatisfactions. Tell me about that, where these characters come from. How do you know them so well?

Actually, this question follows nicely on the one before it, because I think that passivity I explore through my characters comes out of a feeling of separateness and disconnection from the world. My characters often feel they aren’t a part of the mix. They’re not rubbing elbows with others who are unlike themselves. They’re on the outside. This could be because of being raised in the suburbs; I’m the child of intellectuals; I was the youngest in my family by many years and felt like an only child; and I’m a writer—whatever the cause, the point is, I can relate to feeling not connected enough.

My characters—especially in my novels—often make foolish choices to break free from that feeling of being removed from life. Sara, in the story you mention in the Roman ruins, is literally heading off the path in order to find more passion and more life-giving feeling. My characters create conflict, they take journeys, they convince themselves they are finally prepared for what the world has to offer them—in other words, they plunge in, for better or worse.

The stories “Redbone” and “White Dog” involve older male artists who have or will achieve a measure of success that conflicts with every other part of their lives. Artists sacrifice for their work, and the personal—especially the family—often suffers. There is the suggestion, too, of a time when artists were viewed as larger than life—dedicated, forceful but flawed—and that that may no longer be so. 

Do you believe the artist is a diminished force in society today, possibly because of the sacrifices involved in what could be called, without pointing fingers, anti-heroic times?

Actually, I think the artist today is as important, perhaps more important, than ever. Artists have always taken up the mantle of social activism and do so crucially at this time.

I think the two male artists who you mention are actually admirable, though cranky and narcissistic, especially the older one in “White Dog.” He has a philosophy about his work that I try to aspire to. At one point in the story he says that what matters in life is “the lover’s quarrel with the work.” He has dedicated his life to getting it right. He believes in the dab of paint on the canvas, the necessary imperfections required by art, instead of the sanitized version of things that so many non-artists (like the gallery owner in the story) try to pursue. He wants life with all the messy parts, and yet, ironically, he strives for it by staying in his studio year in and year out. To me, that’s pretty heroic.

Nathan, in “Shelf Life of Happiness,” is relieved he won’t have to become lovers with the beautiful, connected Gloria. It takes a stranger from the Ukraine to unstick an awkward moment, in “Easter Morning,” of a young boy harboring a dead bird. Keith, in “Best Man,” literally needs direction from the dead. 

Some of your characters seem adrift in their fates. Would you say you had a sympathetic yet pessimistic view of those lives? 

I think that by the end of each of those stories, despite whatever ways the main characters have felt limited in their lives or lacking in courage, they rise to meet the challenges set before them. They shrug off their own weaknesses and become better people. At least that’s how I intended them to be seen. I am sympathetic to them and maybe even optimistic. They’re weak, but they strive to be strong. That’s pretty much all we can hope, I think.

An exception is the twelve-year-old skateboarder, Patrick, in “An Awesome Gap,” who shows resolve and grit: “No one in his family got it that you had to live in the moment and do what you love to do.” His father works hard to “pay for stupid stuff.” There’s a terrific tension between this unfiltered boy and his father—the growing gap not just between father and son, but between raw power and compromise. I’m thinking of Freud’s Society and Its Discontents: the effort to reach our full potential while trying not to be twisted in the kudzu of constant compromise. Is it correct to suggest your stories reflect a sense of struggle for self-realization?

I think that’s a good way of putting it. The boy in this story, like the older artists, has a mission he’s trying to accomplish. He wants something very badly—to be a good skateboarder, even a great one. That striving makes him an artist. I admire that in people. How, whatever your field, you might have in your mind a higher level of accomplishment or self-definition you’re trying to achieve. Ambition can be seen as bad, or selfish, but if it comes with a greater self-understanding, then it’s good. So, yes, my characters, like so many characters all the way back to Ulysses, struggle to achieve their better selves.

Finally, you have a book coming out! Always a nervous thrill, the realization of a book, a need met, your words and thoughts will be read. Which satisfies Virginia Pye most, writing a book or seeing it realized? Both, of course, but I ask this because the challenges of publishing are so much greater now, and I think the writer inevitably confronts the question: Would I continue to write without being published—assuming self-publication for one reason or other is not an option?

For the longest time, I wrote without being published, so I know all about that. I had my first literary agent when I was twenty-seven but my “debut” novel, which was really my fifth written, was published when I was fifty-three. I can write without a guarantee of being published and it’s important that all writers can, especially, as you say, in this fickle, difficult market.

But I’m very happy and satisfied when a book does finally come out. The stories in Shelf Life of Happiness were written and published in literary magazines over a full decade. They capture how I’ve thought and what I’ve cared about for years. To finally get to share them is a gift to me, and, I hope, to the reader as well.

While there isn’t one setting in which all of the stories take place, I still think of the book as a place-based collection of a certain fashion. For the most part, your characters are highly aware of their surroundings. In fact, character awareness of the setting is often the moment in the story when what’s outside of the character becomes the mirror that enables him or her to finally “see.” So, interior landscape interacts with exterior landscape in a very lovely way again and again. I wonder if you could talk about your choices around your use of place in story.

Thanks for those kind words about the collection. I’m so happy that it kept you up late! And I like your suggestion that place is a strong element in the stories.

The lead story, Best Man, begins with the sentence: “Snow fell hard up in Reno.” So both place and weather are established right away. The overheated interior of the car as it drives through the snow provides a contrast born out as the story continues: heat and blood and life in opposition to cold and snow and death.

At one point the main character stands in the middle of the street during the snowstorm and looks up at a stoplight as it changes from red to green and back again, though no cars are within sight at the deserted intersection. The futility of that stoplight doing its job with no one around mirrors the character’s feelings. He’s lost and helpless in the face of his friend’s illness and his own misspent love.

And in other stories, too, place and the natural elements reflect interior landscapes. In Father Demo Square in the West Village of Manhattan on a stark, chilly morning, a young man sees his surroundings with exquisite clarity because he knows he’ll soon be leaving it behind. Or on the back patio of a wealthy home in the Connecticut countryside as a misty dusk rolls in, an elderly artist senses he’s reached the end of his career. Or the Roman Forum on a blisteringly hot summer day when a wife and mother senses romantic passion all around her, propelling her to face what she’s been missing for too long. I guess in a way, these characters become one with their settings.

Yes. Those are wonderful examples of some of the moments that really stood out to me, how characters are observant, reflective, even mindful, and maybe that should go without saying when speaking about short stories, but it’s not an easy feat to show that level of interiority while the dramatic plot moves right along. More often than not, I find that stories lean one way or another.

I think what adds to that balance you strike is how your characters tend to interact with the physicality of their surroundings in highly visceral ways. You mentioned the passion at the Roman Forum. I remember feeling so much tension in the sensuality of the scene in which Sara, wife and mother, watches an embrace between two lovers where the man’s hand “disappears into the fabric between [the young woman’s] legs.” Before this, Sara noticed “the sunlight in the folds of her summer dress,” but then worries that the young woman’s dress “will be wrinkled.” Moments later, Sara “rubs the toe of her sandal against the back of her leg, warm from the sun and firm.” She flows in and out of head and body, as if she has to teach herself not only how to feel certain sensations again, but to convince herself that it’s okay.

I like how you slow that scene way down, leading us along paths and into secret places along with the lovers followed by their spy. While I was both fraught with worry at the possibility that Sara’s peeping would be discovered and even more anxious by what she was willing to risk of her children as she delved more deeply into the voyeurism, at the same time, I experienced how the graver danger was in what Sara was discovering in herself, and the ramifications of that discovery. That you allow Sara to take the path of that discovery is what I mean when I talk about how you have compassion for your characters. Does that make sense?

I think you’re right that compassion is the human quality that makes us want to understand what motivates others—both in fiction and in life. Empathy fuels curiosity. It helps us seek out common ground with people entirely unlike ourselves.

And, as you suggest, I’m definitely not only concerned with what goes on in my characters’ minds, but in how they act. It’s important to me that action pushes them to new understandings: a conflict or a challenge brings them to a striking moment of self-revelation. The plot in my stories creates consequences in the characters’ hearts and minds.

Perhaps my stories are old fashioned in that way. Joy Williams wrote, “The work of the story is to keep the story from becoming what it is about.” My stories aren’t ambiguous in that way, though they can play with the idea of ambiguity. Some of my characters think they know what’s going on when clearly they don’t. But the reader is able to discern what’s going on. The arc of story itself isn’t ambiguous.

The compassion you suggested I feel towards my characters may be because I don’t leave them stranded. Their plights, while not always good, are at least known. I guess you could say there are principles at work in my stories. Destinies play out. Stuff happens, tallies are taken; hearts are broken, or reborn.

I like how you say, “hearts are broken, or reborn.” It brings me to one of my favorite stories in your book, “An Awesome Gap.” Whew! I love a good coming of age narrative. This story really embodies that time of life, literally, as in your character Patrick is so in his body, and as such, so am I, your reader.

First you let me experience being inside the character as he skates, “the soft roar of his wheels, the clack and rattle and bang of the other boards,” you let me sense the cold “breeze off the river” against the sweat on his neck. Because of that, I could then easily feel the anticipation of Patrick’s attempt at his feat, his flight, as well as, the burn of flesh skidding against asphalt.

For Patrick to want something so badly that is also so physically demanding and to be met with an emotional obstacle (the resistance from his father) far greater than the feat itself, well, I think that level of emotional stakes were served well by the sensorial details within the course of the dramatic action. Patrick, by squarely facing his physical challenges, is shored to face his emotional ones. Again, in bringing Patrick (and your readers) straight to that edge, you serve him (and us) well. You nailed the teenage boy point of view, and skateboarding, and the father-son dynamic, too, at least how I imagine it. What was the impetus for writing Patrick’s story, I wonder?

Virginia: Well, truth be told, my son is a serious skateboarder, starting when he was six years old and now sponsored by several companies. He’s dedicated and skates everyday, weather permitting, and it’s his life and his universe of friends and acquaintances. As parents, my husband and I had some adjusting to do to accept that—but it happened gradually over many years. I think you have to recognize another person’s passion, whatever it may be, and you have to respect that. It may not be anything you’d be drawn to doing yourself, but the comparison between, say, me sitting down at my desk to write every day and my son skating day in and day out is pretty obvious.

This is where the idea of empathy comes in again—and curiosity. I’m curious about a young skateboarder’s commitment to his craft and the world of skating that he wants so much to be a part of. So I had to write about it, though truthfully, I know very little about it.

From the closeness I felt in this piece, I guessed you had some personal connection to the stakes, which may be true of all your work; I hesitate to presume, but your curiosity certainly came through. I’ll never look at a skater again without thinking of the struggle, how someone’s sheer delight may be somewhat thwarted by it causing possible distress to another, as in a child’s passion causing a parent to fret, which brings me to theme of happiness in your book.

Of course, I love the title of your collection, which, although it’s also the title for the final story in collection, it seems to me to represent the entirety of the book. The expression “shelf life of happiness” comes from the dialogue between four characters discussing the idea of happiness in marriage, but the stories read together as a whole deal with issues of happiness in all aspects of relationship—romantic, plutonic, familial—but more, to me, as we’ve mentioned, these stories are about the conscious relationship characters have with the self. It’s as if every character understands at some level that there is a shelf life to his or her happiness, and that also the expiration date could be re-issued moving forward. So, there’s plenty of hope amidst the despair. Could you speak to the idea of how your characters often reach the point of self-compassion, or at least come to a place of self-acceptance? It’s very refreshing. Was there deliberateness to this?

I suppose you’re putting your finger on how I view life: there’s plenty of despair—the expiration date for us all is none negotiable—but the way we strive to be our better selves even in the face of that is what makes us fully human. I couldn’t write something that is simply despairing, because I have a lot faith that we try our best to be decent to ourselves and to others.

I realize this is a tough moment to be standing by that conviction, but I remain convinced that people are good. My stories necessarily reflect that. I tend towards wearing rosy-colored glasses, but I also am keenly aware that I’m wearing them! In other words, my characters often realize over the course of a story that their perceptions have been wrong—but I think that’s one aspect of being human. We can continually correct ourselves and need to assume we make mistakes in our understandings of others. The self-compassion comes from knowing we get so much wrong and yet must continue to try.

Again, refreshing. But perhaps my descriptor falls short next to the notion of necessity. One of the most memorable stories in the collection for me, the one that haunts, is “New Year’s Day.” If we’re talking about compassion, that’s the story that, for me, stretches farthest out to the greater reaches of community (and nation) at large.

The arc of the story reflects what you say you hope to do in your work and in life. In “New Year’s Day,” off-stage, there’s an act of supreme violence in an unsuspecting neighborhood, followed by what we see on-stage, an expression of an extreme fear in the protagonist, Jessica, of her almost reflexive judgment against one of the victims and an innocent bystander, and the eventual articulation of that judgment causing additional pain to the already pained.

When later in the story, the protagonist sees her behavior through the lens of a character in a play, Jessica’s epiphany comes to her first as unwelcome. Yet she persists in teasing out her responses until she is satisfied thusly: “Because even though there was indeed a hell, Jessica felt certain of that, there was also a heaven, and here on earth we strained toward it every day, each in our way.” Then “…she looked around at the subway platform with new eyes.” Again, an example of how you use of exterior to reflect her interior. “So many things were remarkable or terrible or both.”

“New Year’s Day” reminded me very much of the short stories by Elizabeth Strout, who is one of my favorite contemporary authors. I admire how she can take the mundane lives of ordinary, often rural, people and infuse a sudden tragedy of extreme but realistic proportions, and then show us how the protagonist makes sense of it in his or her effort to keep on going, to keep trusting in the good. The key to me is that she’s unflinching in bringing forward the challenging issues of our time.

Earlier you mentioned that we are in “a tough moment” regarding decency. Would you be willing to speak more about how your writing habits and/or chosen content may be changing along with a heightened national awareness of fracture and incivility, the gaps in poverty and privilege, and the on-going struggle against mental illness and addiction, hate and violence?

Thanks for that lovely comparison. I love the stories of Elizabeth Strout. She writes with great restraint, but also great heart, which is a hard balance to strike.

I feel blind-sided everyday, practically every hour, by the terrible news. I’m a deer in headlights now, though self-aware enough to understand that that is exactly where the opposition wants me to be. Because feeling stunned creates inaction. And inaction lets the chaos continue.

The feelings of being inadequate in the face of treachery and hypocrisy and even evil are common in my stories as well. Often in them, and also especially in my two novels, good-hearted, well-meaning, often myopic characters are faced with some disaster that insists they wake up and take action, or at least become aware of their own blindness.

The woman you mention in New Year’s Day literally sees things clearly for the first time because of the tragedy she is forced to understand. In Her Mother’s Garden, the main character is forced to literally leave the garden (a.k.a. her private Eden) and finally start her own life.

The veil drops from the eyes, both in my stories and, I suppose, these days in my life. Like everyone else, I’m trying to take stock of just what’s going on—the level to which greed and power have corrupted our country. My stories have dealt with milder versions of such problems, but now is a time when life is far more dramatic and unbelievable than fiction.

So true, isn’t it? I think it’s difficult not to be influenced by the news of the day these days, in our daily lives and how it affects our work in “waking up” as writers. But as you say, you’ve been making conscious choices about this in your work all along. My final question for you then is this: What are you working on now?

In the context of these last few questions, my answer to what I’m working on may sound like I’m trying to escape through writing, which is somewhat true. But I’m hoping that my current project, while set in an earlier era, will shed light on the issues of today. I’m writing a novel set in the late 1800s in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where I live now and also grew up. It’s about a women author of romance and adventure dime novels in the stodgy, literary world of Boston. Among other things, she ends up suing her publisher for underpaying her, although her successful novels help keep in print the much-respected men of letters of her day. It’s a feminist tale, a story about art and life, and the journey of a woman coming into her own intellectually. Plus, it’s a romance, so plenty of fun to write and, hopefully, to read.

You’re right that it’s wise for aspiring fiction writers to start by tackling the short story form before trying to write a novel, not that short stories are necessarily any easier to perfect than novels, but the shorter form makes them more manageable. I’ve written short stories for decades at the same time as working on various novels. I tend to write the stories when a gem of an idea strikes me; some instance of life’s ironies or moments of clarity through which a larger theme can emerge.

For example, at a neighborhood gathering in our backyard one Easter morning when my children were young, it came to my attention that my son had dug up a dead bird that he and his father had buried not long before. Now what do you do when life hands you a resurrected bird on Easter morning? You write a story!

It’s interesting that you mention the story “Easter Morning.” I was quite struck by the boy’s anguish, and how the adults dealt with it, and it has stayed with me. In that vein, I often think about how a writer wraps her own life into her fiction and I’d like to ask you to weigh in on that, on where the line between experience and imagination falls. For instance, in “White Dog,” another of the stories, you depict interaction between an artist and an art dealer. Given your husband’s career in the arts, I imagine you have observed such interactions. On the other hand, I don’t imagine you have witnessed events as they unfold in the story. How do you catapult from one to the other?

When I was writing about the far off world of historic China in my novels, I thought that readers might not assume that the story was about my family or me, but they did. My brother said to me that I had “gotten Dad’s childhood right.” “No!” I wanted to say, my novel isn’t my father’s childhood. It may be inspired by my family’s past, but fiction, to succeed, must be fully imagined.

The short stories are going to be even harder for readers to grasp as not from my life, because they’re set in the present and are about people like me. However, while some of these stories, like “Easter Morning” which I just described, were inspired by real moments, those moments are then transformed into a life of their own on the page. The way the imagination works is nuanced and complicated, never reductive.

I have a number of stories, including “White Dog,” that are about artists. Being life- partners with a modern and contemporary art curator (who is now a museum director) has meant that I have a lot of familiarity with the art world. But I often use “the artist” in my stories to play out themes that could just as easily apply to writers. The ongoing battle between art and life has always occupied my mind: how, as Yeats said, one chooses between perfection of the life or of the art. The old artist in White Dog shares his philosophy of life when he says that what matters most to him is “the lover’s quarrel with the work.” I believe that, too, because my work has been with me all these years and it matters to me almost as much as my family or friends. That’s a little surprising to admit, but it’s true. Anyway, these are the thoughts that occupy the artists in my stories and me.

Another story, “An Awesome Gap,” left me astounded at your descriptions of skateboarding – what it feels like to do a trick in the air, all the lingo. Plus, what it feels like to be a teenage boy. Where did that understanding come from?

My son is a serious skateboarder, sponsored by several national companies. It became his passion from the age of six onward. Every place we ever visited when on vacation, I’d always drive him to a skate spot because he needed to skate. It made him feel better to do so. It became very clear to me that his focus and dedication wasn’t unlike my own about writing, or any artist’s when pursuing his or her craft. So that story came out of exploring those same themes of life and art and how you communicate your passion to those around you—in the case of the story, the boy’s father.

Over the years, I learned a bit about skateboarding, but also, I had my son read the story before it went to press, and he corrected a few places where I had gotten the lingo wrong. It’s always good to engage primary sources when doing research!

Speaking of your son and husband, many of your lead characters are male, and often the females play a subtler role, harder to pigeonhole. What were your thoughts about approaching male characters head on?

Honestly, I’m not sure why I write about male characters with such relish. Maybe it’s a holdover from reading so much of the canon of male writers when I was learning to be a writer? Or maybe it’s because I have lived with a man for decades and have a son and yet men remain mysterious to me? Their lives seem worth exploring in fiction because I don’t instinctively understand them. I’m not sure of the answer, but hopefully I get it right, at least some of the time.

I find endings to be one of the most difficult aspects of writing, but you manage to construct endings that are sometimes unexpected, often lyrical, yet not overly dramatic. Consistently they feel organic to the whole of the story. What is your secret to endings?

Thank you for saying that. I work hard on the endings. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, the ending flows naturally out of the story. I can see where I’m headed as the story unfolds, and as a reward for getting all the threads woven into place, I can unfurl my banner in the final sentences. In novels, too, a writer has to wait until the later pages to “deserve” more elevated language. In a short story, the scale is much smaller, so the language can’t be too highfalutin. Still, you’re given some latitude to rise up at the end and venture into poetry. It’s a fine line, though, and I tend to revise the endings madly over many drafts. I guess I could say that I want the endings to sing quietly.

When I opened the package that contained your book, I was overjoyed at how beautiful the cover was. How did you come upon this designer, and how did you work together?

I’m delighted to share that my cover was created by my dear friend, former neighbor, brilliant artist, and experienced graphic designer, Margaret Buchanan of Buchanan Design in Richmond, Virginia. I was pleased when my publisher agreed to allow her to design the outside of the book. She came up with close to a dozen different designs and none seemed quite right to me. But she didn’t lose her patience and eventually proposed the extraordinarily haunting photo of the dying flowers. The colors, fonts, and placement of the words are all Margaret. Her designs are always sophisticated and beautiful. She has designed my website for years and our aesthetics are closely attuned. I hope she’ll have the opportunity to design other book covers, not just for me, but for anyone who wants a striking outcome.

Tell me about Press 53. How did you find them, and what was it like to work with them?

I have loved working with Press 53! Kevin Morgan Watson, the publisher and editor, is very smart about short stories, probably because the press focuses exclusively on short story and poetry collections. He offered clear editorial guidance, but also was flexible about some things, including having Margaret design the covers.

It was Kevin’s decision to put the story “Best Man” first in the collection, and Kirkus Reviews just confirmed that it is “a particularly strong opener.” Kevin really knows how to shape a collection. He cut three or four of the stories from the original manuscript and while that was a bit agonizing for me, I saw that he was right. He wanted this to be a tightly themed collection and I think it is in the end.

Mostly, I’ve grateful to him for accepting the book for publication at all! I had been a finalist twice for the Press 53 Award for Short Fiction and we both had the same idea that they should just go ahead and publish it, even though I didn’t win. But after working with him on Shelf Life of Happiness, I think we’d agree that the book is much stronger than it was when I first submitted it.

Last question: is there a book for which you are an evangelist, which you recommend to everyone?

I tend to go a little wild over whatever book I’m reading, if I’m enjoying and respecting it. I’ll rave about it, but then some weeks later I can no longer remember it very well, only that I admired it, which is probably because I read too many books at once. In any case, I don’t have one book that I always recommend to everyone, but I do have books that I carry around in my head and return to in my thoughts. First among them is Madame Bovary. Reading tastes are so personal, I don’t want to assume that everyone likes what I like, but it is wonderful that there are so many novels and story collections out there today that are brilliant. I feel honored to have Shelf Life of Happiness be in such great company!

Your first novel, River of Dust, began from an investigation into retelling the lives and experiences of your family; how did you begin research for this book?

The spark for my first novel came from my grandfather’s notes and journals. He was a Congregational missionary in northwest rural China in the early twentieth century. He came out of Oberlin College Seminary and Carleton College and was a highly educated, renaissance man. In his journals, his observations about Chinese culture were interwoven with quotes from his favorite Romantic poets and peppered with Shakespearean asides. I loved his witty, literate voice, and yet had trouble with his actual mission there in China. Among his papers, I found his tally book showing how many Chinese he had succeeded at converting to Christianity in any given month. I had always tried to ignore my family’s missionary past, but discovering my grandfather’s writing—at the same moment I was reading Marilynne Robinson’s brilliant novel Gilead about a minister of that same era—I realized I wanted to try to capture the voices and attitudes of an earlier time in a story informed by our twenty-first-century understanding of imperialism. In other words, I wanted to write a novel of American colonialism.

I know you worked with Nancy Zafris (former Fiction Editor for The Kenyon Review) editing River of Dust, and you’ve credited her in many conversations for helping you to open up imaginative possibilities for your novel. It’s a challenge for some writers to take tough criticism and learn new things; however, many writers are often navigating identities as teachers and, in their own writing lives, as students also. What was this editing experience like for you, as a seasoned teacher of writing yourself, now in the role of student?

I received help from Nancy at exactly the right moment. I had been struggling with a manuscript called Sleepwalking to China for over five years. Thirty or more agents had read it, several had read it more than once, and it had gone through at least twenty revisions. I had had way too many cooks in the kitchen for those pages. Before meeting Nancy, I had put the troublesome manuscript aside for a year and wrote a much easier, breezier contemporary novel set in Richmond, Virginia, where I lived at the time. I’m not sure why I was able to write the new novel so quickly, but I think it was perhaps because I had felt so burdened by Sleepwalking to China and just wanted to have fun again with writing. Working on the manuscript set in contemporary America inadvertently gave me the distance I needed on the book set in historical China. When I finally met Nancy I could look at the complicated manuscript with fresh eyes. By that point, I didn’t have much ego involved in keeping it as it was. I just wanted Sleepwalking to China to succeed, in whatever form it might take.

I heard that Nancy read your book and basically told you that you had two books, not one. That must have been a surprise!

It was something other publishing professionals had tried to tell me earlier but I wasn’t yet able to hear. When Nancy said it, I finally understood and accepted that she was right. Together we re-envisioned the entire project and I went on to write River of Dust quite quickly and with great clarity. My editor, Greg Michalson at Unbridled Books, was also a huge help in making the book stronger. I still have plans for the rest of that earlier manuscript and hope it will come out as the third and final novel in my trilogy about four generations of an American family in China. So no wonder I struggled with that earlier manuscript: it was three books, not one!

I’m already excited about that third book, but your second book, Dreams of the Red Phoenix, came out this past October and has been very well received. How did the composition process for this second novel compare with your process for River of Dust?

Like River of Dust, writing Dreams of the Red Phoenix was pretty smooth and swift. For both books, I used a technique taught to me by Nancy. I outlined the story on 3 x 5 cards that I hung on strings attached to my bookshelf. Each card listed the central action of a scene, and noted how that action affected the key character. As I went on to write the novel, the emotional heart of each scene and character came out organically, but the plot was formed before I started. Once I finished writing a scene, I would tear the card off the line. It felt gratifying to have fewer and fewer cards hanging, which helped speed up the writing even more. I think both books have a quick pace because I was eager to tell the stories. I let the momentum pull me along and hopefully it has that effect on the reader, too.

What a great technique to help keep track of the story, but also as a motivator! I know that many novelists who have worked with Nancy and her team in KR’s novel workshop have learned similar techniques that helped them really streamline their stories and get motivated again. A lot of writers struggle to get that momentum going—especially writers who also juggle duties as full-time or part-time teachers or as workshop leaders and conference or writing retreat organizers, let alone moms and dads. You’ve done all of these things while trying to write, but your persistence and your discipline are legendary. How have you been able to carve out a writing discipline for yourself?

I really enjoy the magical act of writing and I love the process of concocting stories in my mind while I go about my daily life. For me, walking into my study in the morning is a thrill because I’ve saved up ideas that I’m excited to explore. I try to carve out time to escape to my study—little snippets sometimes—before breakfast or after dinner—and these days, I can be in my study for hours without interruption. I realize I’m very lucky to have that kind of time and am grateful for it.

I remember your talk at the Kenyon Review Writers Workshop a few years ago in which you shared the publication journey for River of Dust and the many, many years it took to secure an agent and bring that book to fruition. Now you’ve just released your second book! How did you keep the faith that your hard work and persistence would pay off one day?

I’ve become somewhat inured to rejection, but I think that comes with the territory of writing over many years. So many writers have at least one or two novels tucked into drawers that they’ve tried to sell without luck. Prior to my debut novel being published, I had four previous novels that were represented by excellent literary agents, none of whom were able to place my books with a publisher. That meant a lot of hopes raised and then dashed.

That’s persistence; that’s someone who’s been writing a long time. How did you first come to writing?

I started writing when I was around ten years old. I grew up in a house full of books. My parents read all the time and my father wrote his own books about Chinese politics in long hand on yellow legal pads. My mother edited his manuscripts, so I saw her marking up pages. In a way, my parents made a cottage industry of writing.

My brother also influenced me. He’s seven years older and had a huge vocabulary. I read to try to understand what he was saying, and I started writing to try to be like him, too.