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Chris Bohjalian talks about The Night Strangers, Ghosts, Plane Crashes, Locked Doors--and wait, there's more!

You can't help but adore Chris Bohjalian. First, he's a wonderful writer.  But he's also one of the funniest, warmest people on the planet. I'm honored he blurbed me, and I was thrilled to share a stage with him at Rainy Day books, where Chris threw out t-shirts to audience members who could answer questions like "Which book has more pages, mine or War and Peace?" and he wore the coolest yellow sneakers around. Plus, of course, he likes cupcakes.
The Night Strangers is an unsettling and eerie novel about plane crashes, sinister herbalists, and how the dead and the living interact. I can't thank him enough for answering my pesty questions. But I'll try: Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, Chris! And just for the record, those shiny yellow sneakers below, beside the red cowboy boots? Chris and I at the fabulous Rainy Day Books Event!


So much about The Night Strangers is harrowing and fascinating. Where did the idea spark?
First of all, thank you. I'm so glad you enjoyed the novel.And spark is an interesting word in this case. More on that in a moment.My basement just might be the scariest place on earth. It's not merely that a sizable chunk of the floor is dirt, which means that after a good rain whole sections become the sort of slop that swallowed humans alive in bad science fiction movies from the 1950s. It's not the fact that there is a Gordian knot of tubes and pipes along the ceiling (which is little more than a crawlspace in some sections), some of which carry water and some of which carry LP gas.            It's the door.            Along one of the basement foundation walls, below ground, is a door about five and a half feet tall and three feet wide. It's made of unfinished wooden planks and was added at some point after the 1898 Victorian above it was first constructed. When my wife and I moved into the house in Vermont, it was nailed shut. There was a moldy pile of coal beside it, a decomposing little mesa, and so I convinced myself the door was merely a part of an old coal chute. (Of course, to this day I have yet to find the exterior entrance to the chute.)
Now, the closest I have ever come to accidentally killing myself in my 24 years as a homeowner in northern New England occurred in that basement. Sure, I've nearly slid off the roof shoveling snow from atop of the screened porch. I've been conked in the head by the blunt side of an ax while hammering away at an ice jam. But the least competent (translation: seriously stupid) thing I have ever done as a homeowner occurred in that basement.
Our first winter in Vermont, our pipes froze. Still under the delusion that I had the slightest idea what I was doing when it came to this old house, I borrowed a friend's propane torch. His advice? Run it along the pipes and it will thaw the ice. My wife and I descended into the crawlspace and began carefully running the flame over the tubing. We'd been at it two or three minutes when my wife remarked casually, "I wonder if this is a gas pipe or a water pipe?" Yes, it was a gas pipe. My bad. I still get a little queasy when I think about how close I came to blowing up the village.
In any case, it would be years after we had moved in that I would decide to man up and pull that basement door open. The project demanded a crowbar, a wrench, and – at one point – an ax. After hours of toil, behind that door I found. . .nothing. There was a slender cubicle the height and width of the door and maybe eighteen inches deep. The walls were made of wood, and behind them was nothing but earth. It certainly did not resemble a coal chute. It was more like a closet – or a crypt behind which you might wall up a neighbor alive. So, I nailed the door shut and now stay away from that corner of the basement.  Nevertheless, I think I understood even then that the door was going to lead to a novel. I just didn't know how.
In 2009, I got my answer. One January afternoon, along with many thousands of other people, I raced to my television set and watched the evacuation of US Airways flight 1549 as it occurred, staring enrapt as passengers stood on the wings and the plane floated amidst the waves of the Hudson River. It may have been the shape of the jet's cabin doors, but I thought of the door in my basement. The next morning, I wrote the following sentence: "The door was presumed to have been the entry to a coal chute, a perfectly reasonable assumption since a small hillock of damp coal sat moldering before it." And so begins "The Night Strangers."

I loved all the research that must have gone into all the herb lore. Were you ever tempted to try them yourself?
I am always tempted. Once I wrote an article for Cosmopolitan magazine on herbal aphrodisiacs. My wife and I had the best time.

And knowing what you now know about planes, are you more nervous flying?
I fly way too often to be a white-knuckle flyer. But I am the sort who counts the number of seats between me and an emergency exit. Still, I did read a disturbing number of black box transcripts from doomed airliners. I also watched a lot of terrifying NTSB computer animations of crashes and interviewed pilots. I was even dunked in a mock plane ditching.
Nevertheless, I still rather like the whole experience of arriving at an airport and flying. I have made my share of bad jokes about TSA pat-downs and certainly complained about the size of a seat in a regional jet. But when I travel, I pretend I am George Clooney in "Up in the Air" or that it's 1967 – an era when people still wore skirts and blazers when they flew, instead of flip-flops and sweatpants. I stand a little taller, walk a little more briskly, and treat myself to a pretty good glass of wine.
 What also impressed me is how different this novel is from your last--how, every novel seems to be different. Is this something you consciously strive for or does your subconscious just hijack things?
I never want to write the same novel twice. "Secrets of Eden" was about domestic violence, a double murder, and a Vermont pastor's guilt. "Skeletons at the Feast" was a love story set in the last six months of World War II in Germany and Poland, and explored one family's complicity in the Holocaust. And "The Double Bind" was the tale of a young social worker's descent into madness after a violent sexual assault.
And so while my characters do take me by the hand and lead me through the dark of the story, I tend to begin with an idea relatively far removed from my most recent novel.           
What's obsessing you now?
I just completed a draft of a novel set amidst the Armenian Genocide in 1915 and the World War One battle of Gallipoli. A young Boston graduate from Mount Holyoke College and an Armenian engineer are among the main characters. It's called "The Sandcastle Girls." I am half-Armenian and three of my four Armenian great-grandparents died in the Genocide.
 I love historical fiction. Although the research for this novel and "Skeletons at the Feast" was wrenching, I found the experience of writing those books among the satisfying things I have ever done.
What question didn't I ask that I should have?
Are you excited about the movie of "Secrets of Eden?" I am, yes. John Stamos and Anna Gunn are terrific. This is second time Lifetime has adapted one of my novels for a TV film, and I have found them a delight to work with. It airs for the first time on November 21.

Rick Kleffel talks about The Agony Column, technology, insomnia, and when author interviews don't go as planned

What do Mary Roach, Vindela Vida and Siobhan Fallon all have in common? They're all been guests on Rick Kleffel's  amazingly entertaining Agony Column. The interviews are so quirky and so fascinating that I decided I need to talk to Rick and he graciously obliged. Thank you, Rick! 
I love the title The Agony Column. Why that title, though? And tell us how the Agony Column came about?
It actually started with my dislike of the horror genre.  I'd always enjoyed the work of H. P. Lovecraft, but beyond that thought it was a wasteland.  Then, for reasons I don't remember, I decided to buy a mass-market paperback of Clive Barker's Books of Blood, which I enjoyed very much.  Barker used the tropes of the genre to tell a variety of stories.  As I read further into the horror genre, I found a lot to like.  I picked up a Scream/Press limited edition of Books of Blood, which I loved (and still love) and that led me down the path to a lot of outsider publishing.  This was back in the mid-1980's and I was working at a firm that was connected to the Internet, where I found Chuq Von Rospach's OtherRealms USENET magazine.  I proposed writing a review column for that publication, and chose The Agony Column as a nod to both the horror genre I was covering, my attitude in general, and of course, Sherlock Holmes' source for clues and clients.

You've interviewed everyone from Penn Gillette to Lev Grossman and what makes listening to the Agony Column so much fun is the fun that YOU clearly are having. How do you approach these interviews?
First, I find books that I want to read, that interest me. I read all sorts of books, and try to stay away from doing too much of any one thing.  I can tell pretty quickly if I'm going to like a book, or not.  here are enough books out there that I'd love to read, or re-read, so I see no reason for me to waste my valuable reading time on something I'm not going to enjoy.
Then, I read the books, and take notes.  I have a rigorous process so that the ideas, concepts, characters, the whatevers of the books I read eventually make it into my overcrowded mind, generally forcing something else out.  By the time the interview rolls around, I'm eager to talk with the author about how they brought the book into being, in a manner that does not spoil the reading experience but enhances it, I hope, whether you hear the interview before or after you read the book yourself.

Do you know what you are going to talk about or do you let the conversation just evolve and see what happens?
I know in general what I'm going to talk about, but don't write specific questions and don't map the general flow of the conversation.  I sometimes have some idea of where I'm going to start, but after that, I just let the questions fly from the shattered remains of my memory.
I used to script interview questions and carefully sequence them for a more "polished" feel, but I've given that up in favor of pretty much making everything up on the spot.

Have interviews ever not gone as planned?
All of them, and some disastrously so.  Interruptions, forget the cell phone is on, ask a questions and have the author look at me like I'm from the mailroom and reply to my question, "I don't know what to do with that."
Of course, since I don't plan them, none go as planned. They sometimes seem to go well.  But to be honest, afterwards, I'm generally hitting my forehead and feeling like an idjit. Then maybe in the edit, I listen and figure, well, that wasn't so terrible.

You also do commentary and reviews on books as well as the podcasts for NPR as well as for the Agony Column. And your references other movies and tell people about other sites--all in such a warm and funny and engaging way.
I suppose this is because I pick my subjects carefully, so I like them.  I've been lucky to have a home at NPR affiliate KUSP for nearly ten years now. They're very kind to tolerate my generally messy style and a flat-out refusal to be limited by genre.
My goal with The Agony Column website is quite simple -- and selfish.  I want publishers to keep making the sort of books I enjoy reading, so I write about them to bring them to the attention of others like myself, and I know they are out there, so that they can buy them and provide a profit margin for all involved. So I'm happy to direct others wherever they need to go to find what they want.
And, since I talk to writers about writing, I also tend to see the podcasts as a means of mentoring writers-in-the-making.  Anyone who wants to can listen, at no cost to them, to literally thousands of hours of writers talking about their craft.  The site is a sort of structureless writing class with advice from top-notch successful, money-making writers.

So you rarely sleep and you play electronic music. Does one have something to do with the other?
No, I'm a hereditary insomniac.  I require about four, five hours a night sleep.  I only wish I needed less so I could devote more time to playing music, which I find very relaxing and enjoyable.  I try to emulate the electronic chamber music of the late 1970's and early 1980's.

And what about technology interests you so much?
It's totally the new toy, techno-lust factor, but I move in unpredictable waves.  If I made any money, I *might* buy more new toys, but I have an abiding trust of trailing edge technology.  It's cheaper, the bugs have been worked out and you don't have to deal with disaster issues as much.  That said, there are lots of times that I go out and buy something hot off the shelf.  Last time, was the iPad, which has proved very useful for interview notes.

So what's obsessing you now in the world of books?
Tomes. Neal Stephenson, Haruki Murakami. Book bricks. And totally, one-hundred percent, Tartarus Press.  Everything Ray Russell touches is GOLD, I tell you, GOLD.  Subterranean Press as well. Night Shade. Pyr.  Macmillan UK. I'll stop now.  But I could go on and on.

And here's an old style Barbara Walters question for you: Which dead writer would you most like to have a conversation with and under what circumstances (Fitzgerald when he's not drunk? Hemingway before or after he got punchy?)
Three; Flannery O'Connor, on her porch with a jar of iced tea in the summer, Philip K. Dick in the Mexican restaurant in Santa Ana where I got lamb burritos, and Stanislaw Lem at Google HQ.

How do you choose the authors you converse with?
If I like the book, and they'll talk to me.  I prefer to speak in person.  It makes a HUGE DIFFERENCE to be in the room and look someone in the eyes; that said, sometimes you just get on the phone and do the best you can do.

What question didn't I ask that I should have?
Oh, I guess a a gearhead question, to wit, How do I record on the fly? And the answer is: with two Electrovoice RE50's and a very old (beyond trailing edge) Marantz digital recorder.  I edit using Peak on a MacBook Pro.  The whole shebang is shockingly primitive.

The food of love and grief

When you're grieving, people are usually trying to feed you.  But many years ago, in an attempt to outrun my terrifying grief, I got involved with a man who wouldn't let me eat. To leave him meant I'd have to grieve again--so I stayed in a relationship that was controlling and toxic. I did, of course, get out, and I wrote about this relationship, masking/changing the person's name and profession--but not the cruelty--for The London Telegraph --and many thanks to my stupendous UK publisher, Allen and Unwin, for making this happen!

Novelist Elizabeth Benedict is here to help with Don't Sweat the (College) Essay!

Elizabeth Benedict, author of Mentors, Muses and Monsters, Almost, The Practice of Deceit, and more is a writer's writer. Smart, funny, warm and generous, she makes you feel that she's always on your side. Now, Elizabeth has this brilliant new business--helping make sense of one of the most traumatic events in the world--writing the all-important college essay.  I've asked Elizabeth if she'd talk about her company here, and truly, who better to help you or your kid write a knockout essay than a knockout novelist? Thank you, thank you, Elizabeth!

 Do You Suffer From College App Essay Syndrome?
The English have a dozen ways of saying "It's raining." Parents of today's high school seniors have more than a dozen words for "worry." I probably don't need to list them for you.
The race to get into college has never been more fierce. And the college application essay, once a minor part of the process, is now central to how your child comes across to the admissions committee. 
At many schools, the essay has replaced the interview as the way to reveal a student's individuality, to differentiate one smart, talented kid from another. It's the place for your kid to sparkle, to stand out, and get the admissions folks to move the application from "Maybe" to "Yes." It wasn't this way when we went to college, but like it or not, it's the way we live now. 
I started my business, Don't Sweat the Essay (link to: http://www.dontsweattheessay.com), to help families navigate this brave new world. I have decades of experience teaching writing (fiction and nonfiction) at top colleges and universities, and getting young people to find their material, locate their voices, and produce their best work. I've got a page of credentials that are all over the Internet (writing and editing novels, memoirs, biographies, articles, even a poem or three). Please go to the company website or google me (I'm not the actress or the interior decorator of the same name.) 
For right now, let's talk about The Essay.
The truth is that The Essay is often more than one essay. If your son or daughter is applying to any top tier schools, s/he might have to write separate essays for each school.  
The essential document is the Common Application Essay (CAE), which goes to each school your child applies to. In Supplemental Applications, many schools ask for an additional essay. Many also ask a number of questions that require short answers.
If your son or daughter is applying to five or ten schools, he or she might be writing a lot of essays under a ton of pressure. 
If your child is applying to a school Early Decision or Early Action, there may be only one application. However, if s/he is turned down - you'll know in mid-December – s/he must move into high gear to send out applications by January 1. Many students prepare those essays and applications long before mid-December.
If you would like help sorting through this, and you'd like someone neutral to guide your son or daughter through the process, I hope you'll contact me.
I live in New York City and Boston, and work with people all over the country by phone, Skype, iChat, and email. I'm happy to give discounts to low-income families with verification.  
Huge thanks to Caroline for posting this ~ and for having such a wonderful, welcoming blog.
Elizabeth BenedictDon't Sweat the Essayhttp://www.dontsweattheessay.comhttp://www.elizabethbenedict.comebene... 294-6296 

Fever dreams

Usually, I give my blog over to other writers, but the past few days I've been really sick. You know the kind of sick, where you drag yourself from the bed to the computer and where even reading a line makes your eyes hurt? I've cancelled everything to tend myself and I've discovered a few things about being sick.

1. You have to watch the right kind of films. As a movieholic, I've been known to watch anything--so much so that some of my friend refuse to go with me anymore. But when you're sick, you want what I call "flu movies"--they have to totally entertain you, and yes they can be stupid, but no they can't be well-meaning where everyone learns a lesson and everything is tied up in a neat bow. They also can't be period pieces. Quirky indie films are the best. Or great old Douglas Sirk films. We have the original The Postman Always Rings Twice. And yes, I'm sort of panicked that we just saw Contagion a few days ago.

2. If you are at the computer, forget work. I tried. I really tried. I'm waiting on revision on my 10th novel from beloved Algonquin, and I started a new book but as soon as I start to write while being sick, I get brain fog. So, yes, I admit it, I have spent the better part of  half hour reading fascinating new details about Jennifer Anniston and Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, which segued into whether or not Demi Moore's marriage is really intact which then went on to Tom Cruise gossip and Scientology. And yes, I am ashamed of myself, but I'm also sick, so I can be forgiven, because when I'm sick, even Dancing With the Stars looks really, really good to me.

3. Food. Everything tastes like metal or gum.


I'm going to go to sleep and I promise by next week, the blog will return to its shiny self.
Honest.

Lois Alter Mark talks about StyleSubstanceSoul.com, empowering girls and women, and the dangers of Rick Perry and sexist t-shirts

Lois Alter Mark (she's the one in the middle, flanked by Amy Krause and Susan Jensen) is the co-founder of this terrific new website I want to promote, StyleSubstanceSoul.com. It's an online gathering of women who want to look, feel, and do good, and in an age when women's rights are slowly being eroded, I think it's an really important place. I really wanted to interview Lois, and I'm thrilled she agreed. Thanks, thanks, Lois!

You and the two other women involved in the website are mothers of teenaged daughters, which jumpstarted the website. Can you talk about that? Are your girls involved with the site at all?
Amy Krause, Susan Jensen and I have been best friends practically from the minute my family moved from New York to San Diego when the girls were all in first grade – they're now college sophomores! (I also have a son who's graduating college this year and Amy has another daughter who's in high school.)
We started StyleSubstanceSoul.com after Amy came home from a podcast conference and said, "We have to start a website." We both said, "okay," and that was it! We all have full-time jobs – I'm the Flicks for Kids editor at NickJr.com, Amy is a producer and Susan works in Benefits at the Solana Beach School District – but we were disgusted with what was going on in the world and we felt that we had to try to make a difference. We had to show our kids that you have to take action or stop complaining – and we were doing a lot of complaining! – so we decided to go for it.
We knew we wanted to talk about issues that were meaningful to us without being preachy, and we wanted to still be fun and to start a really great community. As we always say, we believe female energy has the power to change the world and we wanted to attract women like us – those "seeking world peace, food for thought and a really great pair of shoes."
Our daughters have all written for us and they do talk to us about subjects we address on the site, but it wasn't until Oprah chose us as Ultimate Viewers and took us to Australia with her that they realized we really were making our voices heard. That trip was so surreal, so life-changing. We will always be grateful for the life lessons we learned from Oprah, and will never stop dreaming big and paying it forward.
I was as appalled as you were about the horrific t-shirts for girls which said something like if you were pretty, you didn't need to study. How odious is that? And why do you think there is this throwback attitude towards girls now?
Unfortunately, I don't think it's a throwback attitude – I think it's just a continuation. J.C. Penney pulled the "pretty" t-shirt but they're still selling the one that says, "My best subjects: boys, shopping, music, dancing," and Forever 21 just introduced a shirt that they're marketing to girls that says, "Allergic to algebra." Really? Did they think there was a void now that the J.C. Penney shirt is gone?
I wrote a post about "Why Sexist T-Shirts Aren't Cute," and we shared a powerful and sobering video by the inspiring Elin Stebbins Waldal (who wrote Tornado Warning: A Memoir of Teen Dating Violence and Its Effect on a Woman's Life) about how the media portrays females. Some of the images are truly horrifying. There are a couple of ads that feature women with black eyes like that's a look to aspire to. It's really shocking that this is acceptable in the 21st century, and it's apparently up to us, as women and mothers, to change it. We have strong voices and, probably more importantly, we have purchasing power. It's why we created a Shop With a Conscience section on the website. It's vital to support companies that do the right thing. So many readers wrote in to tell us they cut up their old J.C. Penney credit cards after reading our post – and sent them back to J.C. Penney. That is truly the only language corporate America understands.
I love the idea of calling out to a group of women to get things done, and indeed your website has such a terrific feel about it. It's smart, it's important, and it really has substance. What's next for you?
Thanks so much! We've just partnered with Girl Scouts San Diego on a really exciting long-term initiative to help stop domestic and teen dating violence. It's called "M-Power U with StyleSubstanceSoul," and it was inspired by an amazing 11-year-old girl named Miriam Mendoza (she's the "M" in the title) whose 19-year-old cousin was killed last year by her estranged husband. We are putting together an Advisory Board of experts who will blow your mind. This will be a group of women who can really get things done. We're hoping to launch the project in October, which is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, and we'll be devoting an entire section of the website to it.
How can other people get involved?
Easily! We welcome everyone to visit the site, subscribe to our free newsletter, comment on posts, search the archives for issues that interest them. We have the most amazing, active, passionate community of women (and a few men!) who email us with suggestions, comments and questions. Writer Amy Wise, who is in an interracial marriage, recently posted a piece about why her husband won't see "The Help." It led to a fantastic, articulate and thought-provoking conversation among our readers – and the best thing about it was how respectful everyone was of everyone else's opinions, even if they didn't agree with them.
Carol Reedy Rogero, a teacher in Florida, went out and got a grant to develop a project based on our Formerly Flip Flops campaign. Donna Agins became a mentor for the Afghan Women's Writing Project after we sponsored a reading by Masha Hamilton for her book, "31 Hours." We could go on and on …
I have to ask, what's obsessing you now?
I am obsessing about the divisiveness of our country, the rise of the Tea Party and the fact that dangerous people like Michele Bachman and Rick Perry are actually being taken seriously as candidates for president. The hate, negativity and intolerance that they spew makes me so devastatingly sad. I don't know how we're ever going to come together as a country, and sometimes it just feels so hopeless.
On a much sweeter note, I have become totally obsessed with Sprinkles cupcakes. I carry their flavor schedule in my purse. I live for Fridays when they feature Chai Latte cupcakes. I think I have more pictures of Sprinkles cupcakes on my Facebook page than I do of my kids.
What question didn't I ask that I should have?
You didn't ask when we can get together for coffee! You are one of my favorite writers, and I can't tell you how exciting it is for me to be interviewed by you! You have an open invitation to visit us in San Diego any time. Did I mention I know a place that has great cupcakes?

Moni Mohsin talks about Duty Free, Pakistan, out-to-lunch heroines and satire

Moni Mohsin is hilarious and whip smart. Called a modern-day Jane Austen she's crafted a novel that's as funny as is it thought-provoking. I'm honored to have her here on my blog. Thank you so much, Moni!
I deeply admired the multi-layered structure of the book, especially the way you put headlines at the beginning of every chapter, which throw the heroine's plight into satiric relief. How did this all come about?
Duty Free's origins can be traced back to a column called The Diary of a Social Butterfly which I wrote in The Friday Times, a national Pakistani paper. The column's primary purpose was to gently mock the foibles of Pakistan's disassociated wealthy elites, but since it was in a diary format and appeared in a weekly newspaper, it was always linked in some way to the news of the week. So for instance if there had been heavy rains and floods, the column would be about my fictitious Social Butterfly's response to the floods. When I first conceived of a novel centred around the characters from the column, I wanted to retain the idea of situating it in real time because it enabled me to highlight the disconnect between their lives and events unfolding in the country but I didn't know quite how to do that without weighing the book down with tedious explanatory notes. It was my editors who came up with the idea of using national headlines -- one serious and one comic -- to achieve that purpose. 
Was it fun to write such a basically out-to-lunch heroine or did you have moments when you wanted to throttle her?
Actually I found it bracing to write her. My challenge was to filter some serious reflections on an unravelling society and a collapsing state through the prism of this frivolous, self absorbed narrator without stepping out of character. In the beginning I had to constantly question her every utterance; 'would she say that? would she think that?' but as I wrote on and gradually I began to inhabit her character, I found it alarmingly easy to think and feel like her.  
You've been compared to Jane Austen, both because of the plot of "finding a suitable husband" and truly because of your witty, smart sense of social satire. But it seems to me you're more tongue-in-cheek than Austen--do you agree?
While I am deeply flattered to be compared to my literary heroine, I must leave that particular assessment to my readers.
What's your writing process like? Do you outline? Do you work a set amount of hours every day and in one place?
Since it is my abiding belief that a lot of writing happens subconsciously, I tend not to make rigid outlines. I have a vague idea in my head about a character or a story when I start but once I enter into the writing process I allow myself to be led by the process itself. (I hope that doesn't sound too precious!) To give you an example, when I set out to write Duty Free I knew that my heroine could not blunder her way through to the end without understanding a thing or two about herself but I had no idea how to bring about that change in an unforced natural way. It was not until I was almost three quarters of the way through the book that I suddenly saw how it could be done. I work, on an ideal day, between 10 am and 3.30 pm, that is between dropping my kids to school, exercising, showering and collecting them from school, with a short break for lunch and a few phone calls stuffed in here and there. I wrote Duty Free in my husband's office, where he gave me a glass cubicle, because I found it difficult to discipline myself at home. I don't know where I will write the next book since he's now taken on a new colleague who sits in that cubicle...
What's obsessing you now?
As always, Pakistan.
What question didn't I ask that I should have? How come Janoo hasn't divorced her yet?

A student first becomes a friend--then a colleague!

Part of why I love teaching at UCLA is because every once in a while, I become real friends with the students. I first had Jennifer Gooch Hummer in one of novel classes years ago, but I knew she had talent at the first sentence. We became friends and even though she lives in LA, we've managed to see each other every year, meeting for chocolate at the City Bakery, and last year, while I was on tour, I was squired around by Jennifer in Manhattan Beach! I can't live without the red bling ring she made me (it's good luck), and I find I can't live without her in my life either.
I loved her novel, originally called APRON. It moved me, unsettled me, haunted me--and it's just extravagantly good. So, I'm celebrating today, because look what happened???


September 12, 2011Fiction Debut 

Jennifer Gooch Hummer's GIRL UNMOORED, a coming-of-age story of a 13 year-old girl in 1985, outcast from her widowed father and best friend, who is saved by Jesus (not that Jesus, but the actor who plays him in "Jesus Christ Superstar"), along with his partner; both of whom are social outcasts themselves, and both of whom have AIDS, to Lou Aronica at Fiction Studio Books, by Jennifer Unter at The Unter Agency.

Sandra Novack talks about Everyone But You, titles, short stories vs. novels and more

I first met Sandra Novack because of a blurb request. Her publicist wanted to know if I'd consider reading her debut novel, Precious, and by the first ten pages, I was so enthralled I couldn't do anything but keep reading. With her first novel, she established herself as a writer of prodigious talents. Now, with Everyone But You, she's turned back to the short story form, and the stories here are exquisite chips of lives. I didn't know Sandy when Precious came out, but let me tell you--she's the type of person who not only made it her business to drive an hour out of her way to come to a reading of mine in her native Chicago, she came during a blizzard. Sandy is reading in NYC this Friday at the  Center for Fiction, 17 E 47 St, from 7 to 10. I'll be there, and you should be, too. 


I'm so thrilled to have Sandy here.  Thank you, thank you.
How is writing a short story collection different, especially coming after such a raved-about debut novel? Do you like writing short stories better--or novels?

Short stories are more severe. In essence, too, these stories were mostly written before PRECIOUS, my debut. EVERYONE BUT YOU was part of a two-book deal that my agent brokered for the then-completed collection, along with an 80-page partial of my novel. The novel was published first with the collection to follow. After PRECIOUS came out, I didn't return to short stories but dove into writing a new 'big book'. So when it came time to revisit the stories, I had a very difficult time! I quickly realized I was a different writer than the writer I was in 2003-2005. I was a different person, too. I felt like I was ruining things, messing around too much, and lots of times I opted for the original version. It felt more honest that way. 

I'm very hard on myself with writing, either when writing stories or a novel. People tell me the stories are funny and irreverent and moving, but it's hard to get clarity of vision anymore. Interestingly, I also feel that way about PRECIOUS, despite any praise it received. When I read it now, I cringe. I'm told there are many writers like this, who are always hypercritical of anything they've ever done. And my perceived 'best' work is always my newest work, the story I'm in right now. 

As for what I like better: I tend to think that writing short stories was prepping me for being able to juggle more threads, bigger worlds and more expansion--a preparation for novel writing. I don't have plans to go back to short stories, at least for now. But I stand by them, because they are part of me. And they really are much more funny compared to PRECIOUS, which seemed to get everyone thinking I was this very, very serious, intense writer. I am that, but I'm other things, too.

Your characters in this collection are so wonderfully multi-layered-- from a man caring for his sick brother to a boy dealing with issues about faith--that I wanted to ask if you might talk about how you build your characters. 

I'm interested in all sorts of people—old, young, male, female, dense, clueless, impenetrable, sassy, deep, rich, poor, deviant, straight-laced, you name it. There's always something I find interesting in anyone I speak with on any given day. And I tend to hang out with all these different sorts of people, too. For some reason a lot of people tell me their stories. I'm a magnet for it. When it comes to character building, I often steal a little. I take something about a person that interests me, and then I build fiction around that and amplify/deepen from there. I always try and write from a trait that amuses me, moves me, saddens me, shocks me, or even flat-out offends me. Generally it is an extreme of any given emotion. Why invent from scratch, when so much about people is interesting?

I love the title, Everyone But You, because it seems to expand on one of the themes of the collection, the desire and difficulty of connecting with another person. I know from experience that sometimes the titles we choose are not the ones that end up on the novel! How'd this title come about?

The original title, sold to Random House, was Love and Other Disasters. For me all the stories are really love stories: failed attempts at love, the desire to resurrect love, the oddity and insanity and whimsy of it, the healing power of love, too. But I never loved that title! So I started messing around. I liked the idea that the stories focused so much on characters on the edge. And EVERYONE BUT YOU came from a duality of vision. Readers could correctly say, "These characters are crazy," or "These characters are fucked up," or "These characters can't get their act together." But I generally find that's a position of judgment. I always think even the sanest, most 'together' person I know could be five steps away from their world falling apart, given the right and crucial sequence of events. You know what I mean. They could lose a great job. Have a love affair end. Suffer a loss that breaks them. When someone like a homeless person tells me a story (and they do, on trains, buses, etc.), I wonder: What would it take for me to land there, where they are? I can't help but think that. I know a lot of other people who think that way, too, and operate out of a mode of … compassion? Or if not that, at least tolerance. But I know quite a few who run in the opposite direction, the Snookie's of the world. Like everyone else has a problem but them. In that case, the title spoke to a level of judgment. From me. In part, too, everyone but you has a sense of exclusion, as well, like everyone but you has their shit together, everyone but you can make it work, find love, keep family together, loved ones, hold things down. That attitude, too. Like, geesh, why am I so far behind in the game, when everyone else appears so much better off?

You know what's funny, though? No one ever questioned me on the title before now. I never understood why, because the title seemed so introspective and personal to me, and not necessarily obvious (to my mind).

What's obsessing you now?

I've had a year of bad luck, starting with my dad's sudden death this spring. I was working, prior to that, on a 'big, big book'. But when Dad died, I just naturally needed to process, because it was a game changer. I don't think I ever gave my father credit for holding the family together before that moment, but, with him suddenly gone, the shape of our family changed radically. I'm writing about that (non-fiction, of all things!) to make sense of it all, and it's been going well. In part, it's a logical progression, because my sister Carole (whom PRECIOUS was dedicated to) is now once again talking to family, after a thirty-year absence and silence. I still know I will get to that big, big book again, because I'm OCD with it as well. But it will realistically take longer to complete, and I'm trying to stay on a 'one-book-every-two-years' schedule. I'm not sure that's the best way to be, but it's the only thing that's working right now.

What question didn't I ask that I should have?

I think I have bored you enough!

Ann Hite on the fictional community of Black Mountain

I've written about Ghost on Black Mountain before here (and I proudly blurbed it) and I'm thrilled to have Ann here again, talking about the community of people who helped populate her novel.  Thanks, Ann!
On Tuesday September 13, 2011, Ghost On Black Mountain will be released by Gallery Books/Simon & Schuster. So, is this another personal piece about the satisfaction of having one's book published? Busted. Yet, this essay is also a glimpse into the inspiration behind my fictional community of Black Mountain.
When I was ten my mother became a single mom and brought my brother and om and brought my brother and I me home to Atlanta. She had a dark secret, which she guarded her entire life. And typical of the time and place, my grandmother helped hide it. Mother was a self-medicating manic-depressive, now called bi-polar. In the late sixties this diagnosis would have been a death sentence for a mother. Seeking any kind of help warranted an invitation to the state mental hospital, where she would have undergone the harshest of treatments and lost custody of her children. So Mother did the best she could. She moved us in with my grandmother.
Every Sunday we piled into Granny's 1967 Osmoblie for a visit with my great aunts in the country. I would sit among what I considered very exotic women. One aunt was always on the verge of a nervous breakdown, wringing her lace hanky in her fingers. Another wore a scarf around brush curlers wound tightly into bleach blonde hair, a cigarette hanging from her fingers. And of course there was the cousin, who went and married out of our faith. Imagine a Catholic in the family.  If I was quiet, they forgot I was there and began to tell the old mountain stories. These were not for the faint of heart. Believe me. I loved each tale and memorized them. This atmosphere of superstitions and dead souls gave birth to Black Mountain, even though I didn't have a name for the community back then. I spent many hours writing and forcing my little brother to sit on the back stoop of my grandmother's home and listen to my stories of ghosts and goblins. I can't tell you how many times I got in trouble for scaring him silly.
Ghost On Black Mountain's launch party will be attended by many old friends and family, but Mother and Granny will be absent. They died several years ago. They never knew I had a 'hankering' to be a novelist. They must have assumed I loved to tell stories like the rest of the women in the family.
So I can imagine as I crack the spine of the book and begin to read to the crowd gathered, Granny sitting among the listeners, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "Lord, that book's nothing but a new way to tell our old stories." And she'll be partially right, but it's much more than that. Through my novels I keep them alive. I open