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Karl Marlantes adds new song to American literature with ‘Deep River’

By Matthew Guinn. Special to the Clarion-Ledger Sunday print edition (July 14)

The American canon just got a new addition.

Karl Marlantes’ sprawling Deep River deserves no lesser estimation. It echoes the sweep of his contemporaries Toni Morrison and Jim Harrison at their best, but also harkens back to the epic naturalist novels of Jack London and Frank Norris. And in singing the beauties and perils of the American landscape, it has few equals in any era of our literature. Deep River is a new American classic.

Fitting that Deep River is a tale of immigrants, folk from old lands seeking a new one, and that it spans not only two continents, but two centuries. In this case, it is a Finnish family, the Koskis, tenant farmers suffering under the brutal Russian occupation of Finland. The oldest Koski brother has already immigrated to Washington State. His letters home tell of logging trees so gargantuan they must be seen to be believed by European eyes, of freedom from serfdom, and of bountiful, good-paying work.

By a turn of events the reader cannot anticipate, his sister Aino is the next Koski to follow him to America. The novel coheres around Aino even as Marlantes adds in scores of vivid characters—Finns and Swedes—who form a tight-knit immigrant community logging and fishing Washington State. Reaction is mixed to the brand of socialism Aino brings with her from the Old World and trouble finds her again. And again.

Aino is surely the most exasperating heroine in American literature. Time after time, she helps turn a good situation bad by her dogged agitation for the dream of socialism and the “Wobblies” labor party. People are hurt by her, and she leaves a wake of damage behind at every stage of her life. In matters of love, one never knows which way her heart will lead her. And yet we follow—exasperated, intrigued—because she is enigmatic, unpredictable, totally alive. She is as fully human—that is to say, complex and fallible—as we are. She is the lightning rod to whom all her fellow characters respond.

Yet Marlantes is careful and adept not to let Aino dominate his story. If there is a single dominating force in the novel, it is work. One is hard pressed to name a novel that has celebrated labor so eloquently. Deep River is a paean to the joy, dignity, cunning, and stamina of skilled physical labor and the men and women who perform it. Our digital century tends to forget the artistry required to bring down a 300-foot tree precisely by hand, or the intuition needed to read the currents on a river to determine where fish are running. Marlantes reminds us.

He also reminds us how thoroughly women and Native Americans contributed to forming America, and on this point it is clear how much Deep River adds to our national literature. So many of the classic novels of American experience are boys tales told for grown men that dismiss the contributions of women or neglect them entirely. Marlantes gives careful attention to the dignity of what used to be called “women’s work” and the skill and grace it requires, to say nothing of the harrowing experience of childbirth in the early years of the twentieth century. The senior Koski brother could never have built his empire without the guidance of Vasutati, the native healer who reminds him that “constant change” is in fact “life everlasting” and is such a vital force she is able to flirt with him even in death. All of the Pacific Northwest is here, fully represented. All work is honored.

In Deep River, Marlantes is after the whole tapestry of American experience, and he comes closer to getting it than any writer before him. And running counter to the blasé petite-nihilism of our postmodern moment, he reminds us that though life is hard, it is also good. His characters never say aloud that there can be dignity in struggle, meaning in pain. They live it, on every page. Could any worldview be more American?

“What a country this is,” one of the Koskis exclaims at a moment of opportunity seized. What a country, indeed. And what a novel to sing its epic song.

Novelist Matthew Guinn earned his Ph.D. in American Literature at the University of South Carolina. He is associate professor of creative writing at Belhaven University.

Karl Marlantes will be at Lemuria on Wednesday, August 14, at 5:00 p.m. to sign and discuss Deep River. Lemuria has chosen Deep River as its August 2019 selection for its First Editions Club for Fiction.

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Marlantes will appear at the Mississippi Book Festival August 17 in conversation with Kevin Powers and Tom Franklin at 12:00 p.m. in State Capitol Room 113.

Selfish Reading: ‘The Most Fun We Ever Had’ by Claire Lombardo

by Trianne Harabedian

We received advanced copies of Claire Lombardo’s The Most Fun We Ever Had a few months ago, and it immediately went on my to-be-read list. Sometimes you just have a good feeling about a book. But I was consumed with middle grade novels and picture books, and, since I spend all my time in the children’s section, I didn’t feel like I could justify the commitment of such a thick adult novel. Finally deciding to be selfish was one of the best book choices I have made in a long time. This novel had everything I wanted, leaving me constantly thirsting for more and eventually satisfied. It was beautifully written, with lyrical prose that blended sarcastic dialogue with heartbreaking personal revelations. But the characters are truly what carries this novel. Though it shifts between the perspectives of all six Sorenson family members, there is not a moment that the novel loses the reader. It reads like the richest chocolate, decadence slowly melting into total captivation.

In the 1970s, rebellious Marilyn and straight-laced David fall in love by literally running into each other in a university hallway. Their life together unfolds into a strange domestic bliss when Marilyn becomes pregnant with their daughters in quick succession and decides not to finish undergrad. By 2016, when the book is set, their four daughters, Wendy, Violet, Liza, and Grace, are adults and living wildly different lives than their parents had envisioned.

Wendy is a young widow who spends her days with bottles of red wine and younger men. Violet is a mother who gave up her career to give all of existence to her sons, which has resulted in emotional space between her and her husband. Liza has been living with her chronically depressed boyfriend for years, dividing her time between caring for him and her job as a newly tenured professor. And Grace, the youngest by quite a few years, is living far away and successfully lying to her family that she was accepted to law school.

The novel begins when Wendy rashly decides to find out what happened to the child Violet secretly gave up for adoption years earlier. It turns out that Jonah’s life has been far from the idyllic existence Violet had imagined. But while he is welcomed into the Sorenson family with open arms, his presence exposes cracks in their close-knit relationships. Marilyn is crushed that Violet and Wendy kept such a secret from their mother, creating the charade that Violet was studying abroad in France, and David feels as though he understands his daughters less than ever. Liza finds out that she is pregnant, therefore stuck in her loveless relationship forever, and Grace continues to spiral while assuring her parents that law school is just great. But the overpowering force in this book is familial love. Amidst sarcasm, screaming matches, feuds, and heartbreaking internal monologues, the Sorensons do love each other. And in the most non-cliche way, Claire Lombardo uses this lasting bond to not just repair their relationships, but to mature them in directions that ring true.

There are a million novels written about the middle-class American family. They are alike in their celebration of the mundane, in their biting dialogue and their delving into typical family drama. The Most Fun We Ever Had is not one of these novels. It takes the literary trend and turns it from dry rice to a full-course meal, complete with red wine and dark chocolate. It’s no secret that I love character-based novels. If I have to choose between an amazingly twisted plot and a long story that focuses on personal emotions and thoughts, I will always go with the latter. Give me a good family drama, complete with secret children, emotional affairs, and drunken monologues, and I’ll be happy. But I also love truly literary works. Thanks to Claire Lombardo, I don’t have to choose.

Signed first editions of The Most Fun We Ever Had by Claire Lombardo are available in our online store.

Love, American Style: ‘Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory’ by Raphael Bob-Waksberg

by Norris Rettiger

As someone who has graduated with a BFA in Creative Writing, I know there’s a strangely consistent correlation between writing that tries to “break down conventions and experiments with the form” and writing that is utterly unreadable. I’ve read it, hell, I’ve written it. We all know it, because sometimes it manages to pass through the filters of the publishing sphere and maybe lands itself squarely in the “revolutionary” or “visionary” box, and it is hailed by critics as being the hottest book you’ve ever laid your sensitive little bookworm hands on… but it still has that remarkably under-mentioned quality of being painfully unreadable.

Raphael Bob-Waksberg’s book, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory breaks down conventions in the conventional “breaking conventions” genre by being an absolute joy to read from cover to cover. Rarely will the comments “brilliant disregard for deeply-entrenched constraints of prose” and “the funniest summer read on the shelf” sit so close to each other as they do with this gem of comedy and insight.

There’s so much that could be said about the humor, the creativity, the style, and so on, but the real reason to fall in love with this book is: this book has already fallen in love with you. That “You” in the title? That’s you. And that “someone” is Raphael Bob-Waksberg, who has filled this book to bursting with absolute, undying affection for the human condition in all its damaged glory. This is a book that doesn’t only feel like it was written about you (it’s the most relatable thing ever), it feels like it was written for you. Bob-Waksberg writes like a good friend coming up with magnificent and personal stories that will help you through late night anxieties and those sudden moments of hopelessness that can make us all feel like we’ve missed something important. Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory might be about the ways we mess up and struggle to live honestly and meaningfully in a messed up world, but in those hard and sometimes bizarre moments we are at our most human, and Raphael Bob-Waksberg is celebrating and loving that humanity with every page he writes.

Whether it’s finding strange beauty in nonsensical wedding rituals or that moment of eye contact on a train that sometimes lasts a lifetime, no story loses touch with humanity, even if they do tend to spin off from reality. With creativity and a heightened sense of events, Bob-Waksberg takes our quirks, fears, loves, and wonders and explodes them up in bursts of narrative genius that make you laugh for pages on end, thinking to yourself that surely nothing could be so accurate and so ridiculous, but then, when each moment lands, he allows us to feel the honesty of what he wrote, and the emotions of what we’ve been laughing at.

Sometimes, I think, we start to believe, mostly subconsciously, that the best books are written by the best liars; lie upon lie, creatively layered so deep and dense until we believe it, until we are convinced. But this book reminds me that’s just not how it is. The best books are written by the truth-tellers. Raphael Bob-Waksberg is a truth teller. These stories tell the truths we forget and the truths we tell ourselves are lies, the truths that are hard to stare in the face and the truths that can only be shouted after a long silence. Truth is quiet, truth is unpredictable, truth is big, truth is weird, truth is too much, and truth is everything. I guess you might say truth is us, and maybe that’s why we like it so much.

For anyone who recognizes the fact that nothing will ever be quite as strange as people, these creative and completely original stories will be a comfort, a wild ride, and a mile or two in the never-ending marathon of human empathy and our desire for connection. This is the book for anyone looking for a fresh, modern, and incisively humorous take on human relationships and the many ways we just can’t seem to stop making a beautiful mess out of our strange and brief time on earth. It’s one of my favorites of the year.

Author Q & A with Mamta Chaudhry

Interview by Jana Hoops. Special to the Clarion-Ledger Sunday print edition (June 30)

Mamta Chaudhry’s busy career has taken her from TV and radio stints to published fiction, poetry and feature writing, and with the release of her debut book, Haunting Paris, she happily adds the label of “novelist” to her achievements.

Chaudhry’s work has appeared in the Miami Review, The Illustrated Weekly of India, The Telegraph, The Statesman, Writer’s Digest, and The Rotarian, among others.

A native of Calcutta, India, she and her husband now live in Coral Gables, Fla. They enjoy spending part of each year in India and France.

Since this is your debut novel, please tell me a little about yourself–where did you grow up, your education, what brought you to Florida, family info, and what drew your interest in writing–whatever you would like to include.

Mamta Chaudhry

Even as a child, I always had my nose in a book, and pretty early on I also always had ink stains on my fingers, because I knew that I wanted to write books as well as read them. Fortunately for me, Calcutta–where I was born and brought up–is a book-loving city, with libraries, bookshops, and bookstalls everywhere.

After I graduated from Loreto College, I came to the States for a master’s degree in Journalism and Communications at the University of Florida. I met my husband in one of my classes, and among the many things that attracted me to Daniel is that he loves to read.

For many years, I worked in classical radio as an on-air host and programmer. Because I’m from India, people were always surprised to hear that I was a “deejay,” not a doctor. After I got my doctorate at the University of Miami, I now just nod when people ask if I’m a doctor–without adding I’m a doctor of English. Books also cure a lot of what ails the world.

Haunting Paris is your first novel, and it is packed with details about the city of Paris in its bicentennial year of 1989 (when the story takes place); and the events that unfolded in the city during World War II. How did you become interested in Paris, specifically during these two time periods?

When I start writing, I seldom set out with a place and time in mind. I’m usually transfixed by an image, or an overheard snatch of conversation, and then follow that wherever it takes me. I’ve been in love with Paris for a very long time, and when I began Haunting Paris, I quickly discovered that just as the City of Light has its own dark shadows, so France also sometimes falls short of its tripartite promise of Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité (Freedom, Equality, Fraternity). It seemed natural to link the bicentennial celebration of the French Revolution, where that inspiring motto originated, with a time when that promise was broken. So, 1989 and 1942 became two of the anchoring dates for the story.

The book focuses on the love story between main characters Julien (a married, Jewish psychiatrist) and Sylvie, (a pianist who is 24 years his junior and stirs him to reconsider his priorities in life). What brings these two together, and what makes their love “work” in this story?

What makes love work between any two people is one of the great mysteries of life. As Sylvie herself reflects, other people’s marriages are unknowable to outsiders. But it’s clear that despite his best intentions, Julien falls in love with Sylvie precisely because of what he feels is missing in his “perfect” marriage: her compassion and her courage. And one of the things that brings them together, time and again, is their shared love of music.

It was after Julien’s death that he becomes a “revenant” who watches over Sylvie. Explain the meaning of that word, especially as it relates to his role in this story.

Behind the Notre-Dame cathedral in Paris, just beside the Seine, is an underground memorial to those who were deported during the dark days of the Nazi occupation of the city. On the floor, a bronze circle is chiseled with the words: “They went to the other end of the earth and they did not return.”

The end of the earth, the final threshold from which the absent never return. Or do they? My hair rose as I recalled the French word for ghost: revenant, one who returns. So, this is a ghost story, but the ghost is not frightening at all; on the contrary, he is drawn back by love.

Sylvie grieves deeply after Julien’s death, but eventually begins to put her life back together after she finds a mysterious letter in his private desk. Could you give readers a brief explanation of what she finds in that desk and how it helps her deal with her loss?

When Sylvie accidentally dislodges some papers hidden in a secret drawer, at first she is reluctant to follow up the discovery and also hurt that Julien has concealed something from her.

There’s something so mysterious, so uncanny, when you come across a secret–a letter in this instance–that is not meant for your eyes, and the only person you can ask about it can no longer speak to you. But then she wonders if she was meant to find it, and that fateful discovery sets her off on a quest that leads her deep into the secrets of Julien’s past and sheds new light on his character and on the city they both called home.

What is your next writing project that readers can look forward to?

I’m working on another novel and I can’t tell what it is until it’s finished, except to say that once again I’m transfixed by certain images and certain voices, and they are leading me to a completely different time and place from Haunting Paris.

Signed copies of Haunting Paris are still available at Lemuria’s online store.

A story of love and loss and hope in ‘Haunting Paris’ by Mamta Chaudhry

By Seetha Srinivasan. Special to the Clarion-Ledger Sunday print edition (June 23)

In the end a lifetime is not enough, the heart yearns for more. Who can reason with desire? The heart has its reasons that reason cannot know.

One day Sylvie will push open that curtained door to come to me, and despite all that I have known, at the sight of her I will finally believe that all losses are restored and sorrows end.

These words of Julien, the spectral protagonist of Mamta Chaudhry’s Haunting Paris, begin and conclude the novel, the crux of which is the story of the Jewish psychologist Julien and his lover, music teacher Sylvie. Haunting Paris is set in 1989 and recounts Sylvie’s search for Julien’s sister Clara’s daughter who vanished in war-time Paris. Clara and another daughter perished in the Holocaust. Julien, wracked with guilt for not being able to save his sister and her family, is convinced that one of his nieces is alive and spent years searching for her. After his death, a chance find of a letter impels Sylvie to continue Julien’s quest.

This is the barest outline of the plot. Like all fine fiction, it is in its unfolding that Haunting Paris captivates.

We witness the romance of the upper-class married Julien and his sensitive lover Sylvie, the lives of his children and his wife Isabelle (who will not give up Julien), Sylvie’s discovery of the letter that allows her to trace the lives of Clara and her daughters, and the fortuitous encounter that brings their story full circle.

Chaudhry narrates with sensitive attention the lives of her main characters and brings the same skill to drawing portraits of her entire cast, among them: the kindly concierge Ana Caravalho, sisters Marie and Mathilde who protect Clara and her daughters only to unwittingly betray them, and Sylvie’s American lodgers Alice and Will with their experiences of life in Paris.

The novel moves easily between its setting during celebrations of the bicentennial of the Revolution and the horrors of war-time Paris and Nazi atrocities. Chaudhry’s ability to sustain this structure even as she risks having a ghostly narrator is impressive.

The city seems almost a character in itself, and Chaudhry’s evocation of Paris is superb. Her ability to render telling details and convey the sights, sounds, and the very texture of life puts the reader at its center. Those who know Paris will revel in this marvelous re-creation; those who do not will finish the novel wishing to visit.

It is primarily through Julien’s eyes that we view Paris and its history. “But when the Bastille fell into their hands, they discovered half-a-dozen prisoners in the fortress, seven to be precise, and the faces of the freed men gaped at their jailer’s severed head, both wearing identical expressions of astonishment at this shift of power from the grasp of kings into the hands of the people.”

On the Eiffel Tower: “I admire the way its sequined lights shine like early stars in the dark, the filigreed ironwork making it seem to float weightlessly, for all its substance, an inspired emblem for the city of light—in both senses of the word—not just luminosity but also lightness, which we prize above all, in wit, in art, in life.”

Haunting Paris, with its complex and intriguing structure, carefully researched historical details woven with adroit and meticulous care into the narrative, deeply sympathetic characters whose story moves between mysteries of past and present showing the myriad ways in which the past never loses its hold, is indeed, as Kirkus noted: “an elegant debut.” It is also an absorbing must-read.

Seetha Srinivasan is the director emerita of the University Press of Mississippi.

Mamta Chaudhry will be at Lemuria on Wednesday, June 26, at 5:00 p.m. in a joint event with Alex Ohlin (author Dual Citizens) to sign and discuss Haunting Paris.

Saying and hearing in Ocean Vuong’s ‘On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous’

by Norris Rettiger

As a bookseller, there’s a lot of motivation to say that a book won’t hurt you. That it won’t make you uncomfortable or give you the sense that you’re running your eyes along something that was never meant for you. But if I told you Ocean Vuong’s novel debut On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous wasn’t going to cut deep and draw blood, wasn’t going to push you away and make you cry, wasn’t going to get under your skin and find its way into your brain, then I wouldn’t be telling you the truth. There’s a moment in the book where Vuong’s stand-in character “Little Dog” has a conversation with his mother and comes to realize that they were “exchanging truths, which is to say… cutting each other.” If there’s room on your heart for another gash or two, this book has truths to exchange.

Casting off the textbook “conflict-driven” narrative, Vuong’s words cascade over the story of a mother and a son and an immigrant family and the brief beauty of so many things that never get to stay beautiful. In equal parts, it is a loving portrait of men and women and a shockingly blunt attack on the culture they were forced to live in. The bottomless poetry of Vuong’s writing paired with such a soulful story will make you forget the word “plot” exists, drawing you completely into this new way of seeing, of breathing, of bleeding. But it won’t let you be comfortable, because this is a book written by and for young queer Vietnamese-Americans. Vuong is clear about that. And so there’s a constant contradiction that gives the book such elasticity and nuance—the words will immerse you completely, or, it will seem like they do, but really the book cannot help but hold us at arm’s length.  Even though the idea of a book communicating something is deemed important by most literary critics, that’s not Vuong’s goal here.

The book is narrated as a letter, but it is not like most epistolary novels: the narrator, Little Dog, is writing to his mother, and she is illiterate. “The very impossibility of your reading this is all that makes my writing possible,” he says. For those of us who can read, and perhaps even do read very frequently, it can be hard to run into a book that so completely believes that we cannot understand it: that it isn’t for us. We say, “no, Vuong, you are wrong, this book is not just for young queer Vietnamese-Americans, that cannot be true, every book is for everyone.” But in that moment we display our ignorance of the fact that this still isn’t about us. Near to the end of the book, the narrator closes a paragraph with a heartbreaking line: “I am worried they will get us before they get us.”

It is not so much about communication as it is about the barriers to that communication. There is so much here in this book; so many specifics that are conveyed with the knowledge that they really can’t be truly understood. There’s a frustration with language and a reaching for the poetry that transcends, while also recognizing that transcendence is really just nothingness. And nowadays, nothingness is a dangerous void that fills rapidly with the ugliness and the divisive rhetoric that enslaves the minds of millions. Ocean Vuong leaves no voids, attempts no grandness, and leaves behind only the cipher of a life—symbols on a page in a book in a hand on the earth in this particular moment. And that’s not nothing. That’s something—and that’s the thing that matters the most.

And so, as a bookseller, I have a problem with communication, too. I can’t tell you how you’re going to react to this book, and I can’t even adequately and reasonably express my own experience with it. But that’s okay. Because it’s not always about communication. Sometimes things just need to be said, and sometimes it works out that the thing that’s said is heard by someone, and sometimes that thing gets heard in a way that makes it understood more than it was before. Maybe not by much, but maybe by a little, and that little bit finds itself remembered. And that remembering turns that understanding into a memory and memory might, someday, give us a second chance—Vuong writes obsessively about second chances. Because second chances are the opportunity to remember, to allow ourselves to learn.

And there is something in it for us, the people who this book “isn’t for.” There’s a reason to dive in and take the shock and pain with gritted teeth and open heart—because every second spent reading this book will be a chance for us to become more, to become more human, to become more “us.”

Signed first editions of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous are currently available at Lemuria’s online store.

Author Q & A with Julia Phillips

Interview by Jana Hoops. Special to the Clarion-Ledger Sunday print edition (May 26)

As a Brooklyn native who spent her college years studying the Russian language and who has long been fascinated with true stories of crime and violence–especially those within an ethnic or gender context–writer Julia Phillips presents Disappearing Earth, her debut novel that describes in detail how the effects of one heart-wrenching crime touches an entire Russian community.

Phillips is a Fulbright scholar who holds a special interest in the Russian peninsula of Kamchatka. After visiting the sparsely populated and fiercely rugged (thanks to the ravages of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions) area, she decided this was “an ideal place to disappear.” The book describes the abduction of two young girls and the yearlong process of local strangers who, in their own ways, were all affected by the crime.

Today she’s back in Brooklyn, working on a new novel that she says will take place “a little closer to home.”

Since this is your debut book, please tell me a little bit about yourself.

Julia Phillips

Though I wrote this book about Russia, I’ve spent my whole life in pretty much the same area of the United States. When I was born, my family was living in Brooklyn, but we moved to New Jersey when I was four years old. I came back to New York City to go to college–I went to Barnard, a small women’s college that’s part of Columbia University–and have been here ever since.

All that time, I’ve dreamed of being a novelist. My short stories, essays, and articles have appeared in different literary magazines and outlets including The Atlantic and Slate. The first story I ever published was in a tiny online journal in 2009. This book coming out now, a decade later, is a dream come true.

The format of Disappearing Earth is unique in that it begins with the abduction of two young girls, with each chapter (beginning in August when the girls were taken) titled chronologically by the names of the 11 months in which the book takes place, ending the next July. Nearly every chapter introduces new characters who relate how this crime touches their lives. When you were first developing this book, is this how you originally planned to present the plot, and why?

Yes, this structure was very much the plan from the start. I’m an avid reader and watcher of missing-person stories like the ones on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, but the stories that most excite me are those that show the relationships between individual acts and larger systems. I don’t want to hear only about a single perpetrator and victim–I want to know about the families, neighbors, witnesses, investigators, and politicians involved. How did this terrible thing happen? A person decided to hurt someone else, but who else knew about that decision? Who did or didn’t try to help the person who was hurt? Looking at that larger context can turn a shocking headline into a real, resonant experience that illuminates the power structures that surround us.

A situation like the one in this book, where two girls go missing for so long, doesn’t just involve one person. It reaches many. And so, I wanted Disappearing Earth to tell the story of a whole community affected by this one act. Every chapter focuses on a different woman in order to explore the ways violence comes into women’s lives, ranging from the rare and highly publicized, such as an abduction by a stranger, to the everyday and often ignored, such as a toxic relationship or a doctor’s appointment gone wrong. These different hurts echo each other, overlap, and end up connecting the characters in ways they never anticipated. Ultimately, their connections are the key to understanding this crime.

The book is set in the Kamchatka Peninsula of Russia, an area not familiar to many of us, but a thought-provoking lesson in its long-held ethnic tensions. Tell me about your knowledge of and interest in this region, and why you chose it as your setting.

I studied the Russian language through college, and Kamchatka was always mentioned in our classes as a distant, magical place. It’s a remote volcanic peninsula cut off from mainland Russia. During the Soviet Union, no foreigners were allowed to go there, but since the Berlin Wall’s collapse, it’s become a global destination for adventure tourism. Socially, politically, geographically, Kamchatka is full of extremes. The more I learned about it, the more the region’s isolation, natural beauty, and dynamic history appealed. By the time I went to Kamchatka for over a year to write this book, I was convinced: this was the perfect setting for an enormous locked-room mystery.

Tell me about the title of the book. There are a few references in the story about a “piece of earth that disappeared.” How does the phrase explain or reinforce the story?

When we first meet the two young girls who will go missing, one is telling the other the tale of a tsunami that swept a whole cliffside town off Kamchatka. Only a few pages later, these girls are also swept away by something out of their control. That tsunami story represents so much loss experienced in this novel: the girls are abducted; the women around them don’t trust their surroundings; the peninsula itself is risky, prone to earthquakes, landslides, and volcanic eruptions; the community is still reeling from the collapse of their entire nation in 1991. These characters are walking on unsteady ground. Anything and anyone might disappear next.

Without giving it away, can you tell why you chose the unique ending that wraps up the story? It’s a stirring departure from the style of the rest of Disappearing Earth.

In the year that follows the girls’ disappearance, this novel explores so many different characters. It was important to me that no matter where the narrative ranges, we maintain our connection to those two missing girls. We are invested with them in the start and we need to know what happened to them in the end. It wouldn’t feel right any other way.

After all, I wrote Disappearing Earth not only to investigate what violence and loss look like in a community but also to argue for that community’s ability to grow, find closure, and heal. All these people on Kamchatka are hurting because of this one crime. Chapter by chapter, they connect to each other, seeking answers. Those links are meaningful to the characters, as they help each other through their daily lives, and to us readers, as we wish for the girls’ abduction to be solved. My hope is that the book’s ending affirms the importance of those connections and gives us all the satisfaction we were looking for.

Julia Phillips will be at Lemuria on Wednesday, May 29, at 5:00 p.m. to sign and discuss Disappearing Earth. Lemuria has chosen Disappearing Earth as its June 2019 selection for its First Editions Club for Fiction.

Author Q & A with Barry Gifford

Interview by Jana Hoops. Special to the Clarion-Ledger Sunday print edition (May 19)

Chicago native Barry Gifford began writing at age 11 – partly because his childhood (mostly spent living in hotels around the country, including the old Heidelberg in Jackson) offered up a constant cast of “characters” with their own endless stories to tell.

His long career has included more than 40 works of everything from poetry to fiction, nonfiction and screenplays–in addition to journalistic writing.
Gifford’s latest pair of readers include cozy “reruns” of familiar stories that have been reformatted to make it easier for old and new fans to binge-read some of his best work at a relaxed pace.

Southern Nights offers up a Southern Gothic trilogy while Sailor and Lula: Expanded Edition places all eight installments of this couple’s romance and adventures in one laid-back volume.

“My sense of narrative really came from watching late night black and white films on television and growing up in hotels, mostly among adults,” Gifford said. “I was able to listen to all of their stories, make up my own and absorb a variety of dialects. Moving around added to the mix. Being in the company of my father’s friends, most of whom had dubious occupations, served to supply the intrigue.”

His works of fiction, non-fiction, and poetry have appeared in many publications, including The New Yorker, Esquire, La Nouvelle Revue Française, El País, La Republica, Rolling Stone, Film Comment, El Universal, and the New York Times. He has received awards from PEN, the National Endowment for the Arts, the American Library Association, the Writers Guild of America, and the Christopher Isherwood Foundation.

His film credits include Wild at Heart, Perdita Durango, Lost Highway, City of Ghosts, Ball Lightning, and The Phantom Father. He has also written librettos for operas composed by Toru Takemitsu, Ichiro Nodaira, and Olga Neuwirth.

Today Gifford lives in California.

Below, he shares comments about his newest releases.

Tell me about your dichotomous growing-up years [living in both the “Deep South” (and including here in Jackson) and in the “Far North,” a.k.a. Chicago] and how this has influenced your writing through the decades.

Barry Gifford

I was born in Chicago and moved to Key West, Fla., with my mother before I was a year old. She had health problems and was advised to live in milder climate. My father kept an apartment in the Hotel Nacional in Havana, so we visited him there.

Later I spent time in Tampa with an uncle who lived there; then my mother, after she divorced my father, had boyfriends in New Orleans and Jackson, so we spent time there and in Chicago, where I went to high school.

We lived mostly in hotels, including the old Heidelberg Hotel in Jackson.

Your recently released Southern Nights trilogy is a package of your Southern Gothic novels Night People, Arise and Walk, and Baby Cat-Face–packed with humor and drama lived out in a strange and straightforward sense of reality. When were each of these novels originally published, and how do their stories still apply to American culture today?

The Southern Nights trilogy was published as separate novels during the 1990s. They deal in an often satirical but deadly serious way with racism and fundamentalist religion. They’re tough, funny, and often violent, just like America.

Sailor and Lula: Expanded Edition is your newest release and contains every Sailor and Lula novel in the collection, including the eighth and last one, The Up-Down. How can you explain the enduring likability of these characters, despite their flaws, among your readers?

Sailor and Lula have been described as the Romeo and Juliet of the Deep South. I hope people keep reading about them as long as they keep reading Shakespeare.

You’ve had a long and incredibly successful career as a writer in several different genres (poetry, fiction, nonfiction, screen writing) and have developed a loyal following through the years. What do you think has continued to draw readers to your work?

I write in different forms about what interests me and never talk down to the reader. I like to think that, once in a while, I come close to telling the truth.

What can readers expect to see in future Barry Gifford works?

It’s possible that Sailor and Lula may be appearing soon in a TV series, with which I may have something to do. And I’ve got a novel-in-progress about Cassie Angola, a young African-American woman who appears as a little girl in the last of the Sailor and Lula novels, The Up-Down. Ask me this question again after I finish it!

I see that your current book tour includes just a handful of cities. I know you spent some of your childhood in Jackson, but you spent parts of your childhood in lots of places! How did Jackson make that limited list?

I’ve known (Lemuria Book store owner) John Evans for close to 30 years, and . . . for me, he represents the best of Jackson. Lemuria Books is a treasure.

Barry Gifford will be at Lemuria on Wednesday, May 22, at 5:00 p.m. to sign and discuss Southern Nights and Sailor and Lula: Expanded Edition.

Barry Gifford’s ‘Southern Nights’ will keep you awake

By Ellis Purdie. Special to the Clarion-Ledger Sunday print edition (May 12)

When asked to read Barry Gifford’s Southern Nights for review, I agreed without hesitation. Though unfamiliar with Gifford’s (many) books, I had seen the films Lost Highway and Wild at Heart, both directed by David Lynch of Twin Peaks fame and penned by Gifford.

If his novels were anything like his screenplays, I knew one thing for certain: they would not bore.

As of this review, I confirm, the three short novels in Southern Nights, comprised of Night PeopleArise & Walk, and Baby Cat-Face will leave you awake at night, pulse racing, double-taking the shadows for Gifford’s people.

These novels are a howling freight train, lit up and pummeling full blast into the darkness. While reading them, I kept thinking of Flannery O’Connor, Barry Hannah, and William Gay: southern writers unafraid of depicting violence, the grotesque, the worst in the human heart.

Though the Chicago-born Gifford is not a “southern writer” proper as the three aforementioned, the setting for Southern Nights is the South, and the novels boast the wildest of Baptist preachers, unashamed deviants, drug peddlers, assassins, flying bullets, and the children who write letters to Jesus in effort to navigate such a relentless world.

At one point while reading Night People, I stopped and called a friend, saying, “If you haven’t read Barry Gifford, go grab this book right now. In the section I just finished, a woman drives over to her husband’s lover’s house, shoots them both, then drives her car into a wall of the Reach Deep Baptist Church, dying upon impact. This is the real stuff.”

In terms of plot, the novels in Southern Nights skirt an overarching narrative, focusing instead on several smaller narratives within the same setting. The last section of Night People, for example, tells the story of a young girl, Marble Lesson.

Marble’s father, Wes, is down on his luck, recently divorced, and in need of work. The story begins with Marble’s leaving New Orleans to live with her mother in Florida.

However, upon hearing of her father’s suffering without her, Marble hitches a ride with a transgender woman who, after some of the most charming dialogue I have read in some time, puts Marble on a plane back to Louisiana.

What follows is fireworks: Wes getting involved with a drug cartel, taking Marble with him to meet his new employer, an assassin showing up with ill intentions, and Marble’s encounter with said assassin that leaves him artfully dead on the floor.

In another episode in Arise & Walk, two characters wait in a hotel room for their purchased dates.

When the women arrive, the men, Wilbur “Damfino” Nougat and Gaspar DeBlieux (Gifford consistently uses the best names), quickly realize they are getting something other than what they paid for. The scene is hilarious, disturbing, and searingly original. Again, guns are involved.

These are only two narratives out of a 452-page book chock-full of thrilling madness. Interestingly, while there are stories of some length in the book, Gifford writes such that you can turn to almost any chapter and read something interesting.

The chapters feel both like the continuation of a novel as well as flash fiction pieces that stand on their own. Like flash fiction, the chapters are short, making each novel a brisk whirlwind of an experience.

These novels are haymakers: stunning, brutal, not for the faint of heart. I greatly admire Gifford’s honesty, his “going there” in these works with no fear.

After Southern Nights, I will be reading Gifford’s Sailor and Lula novels, his books of poetry, and even his nonfiction on horse-racing. Gifford has the goods, and he delivers.

Ellis Purdie is a graduate of The Center for Writers at The University of Southern Mississippi. He lives with his family in Marshall, Texas.

Barry Gifford will be at Lemuria on Wednesday, May 22, at 5:00 p.m. to sign and discuss Southern Nights.

Science, loss, ghosts, and wonder haunt Nell Freudenberger’s ‘Lost and Wanted’

By Trianne Harabedian. Special to the Clarion-Ledger Sunday print edition (April 21)

Where do people go when they die? Can they communicate with us from this place? And how can we, as those still here, fill the void they leave behind? These are the questions Nell Freudenberger asks in her latest novel, Lost and Wanted. A compelling work that pairs science with loss, Lost and Wanted is the story of people left behind.

Roommates in college, Helen and Charlie were opposite forces who became incredibly close. Helen was more scientific and analytical, a quiet woman who made herself known in the academic world, while Charlie was magnetic and outgoing. She was one of those people who everyone wanted to be around. After graduation, the women drifted apart. They both had children, Helen on her own and Charlie with a husband, and they made great strides in their professions. Helen became a theoretical physicist at MIT and published accessible books about physics, and Charlie became a screenwriter in Hollywood.

The novel begins when Charlie dies. She had been diagnosed with lupus a few years earlier and the disease progressed quickly. While the unexpected news is still painful for Helen, the women had not been close in some time and had not spoken in over a year. But before Helen can process her grief, she receives a text from the last person she expected to hear from−Charlie.

A purely rational and analytical mind, Helen does not believe in ghosts. She hardly even believes in strong emotion, only allowing her grief to overtake her once in the aftermath of losing Charlie. But a cryptic text from the beyond is not something to be ignored. In the weeks that follow, her life becomes increasingly entangled with Charlie’s. She brings her son to the funeral, where she becomes reacquainted with Charlie’s family. The last time she saw Charlie’s parents, Carl and Addie, Helen was still an undergraduate student, figuring out her life and feeling like a child. And it has been seven years since she has seen her friend’s husband Terrance and daughter Simmi.

While Helen feels herself falling into old patterns, Addie begins to unexpectedly lean on her for emotional support. And just when Helen thinks she has found her footing and returned to work at MIT as usual, Terrance and Simmi need a place to live. Practical Helen offers them the unfettered use of her downstairs apartment, which leads to a friendship between Simmi and her own son, Jack, who are nearly the same age. Perhaps more significantly, it leads to a strange relationship of grief-sharing and life-sharing between Terrence and Helen. Just as she always was with Charlie, Helen is drawn into the grief and drama of this family.

Throughout the novel, Freudenberger seamlessly weaves college memories and backstories. As Helen remembers Charlie, her thoughts are a story that we follow, revealing details that had been intentionally pushed into sub consciousness. No one is as perfect as we would like to believe, but there is always room for wishing things had been different. Though Helen remains rational, she often wishes she had been closer to Charlie towards the end. That she had not let their friendship fall to the wayside of life and motherhood. The strange texts from the beyond continue to appear in Helen’s inbox, each making less sense than the last. Even while she begins to process and move on, they keep her connected to Charlie and focused on the loss that now is part of her life.

Are there ghosts? What are they like? Or maybe the better question is, how far will we go to believe we are still connected to those who have left us behind? While there might not be answers to these questions of loss and love that are posed in Lost and Wanted, Nell Freudenberger uses them to tell a story that speaks to all of us.

Trianne Harabedian is the children’s section manager at Lemuria Books. Originally from California, she holds a BFA in creative writing from Belhaven University.

Signed copies of Nell Freudenberger’s books are available at Lemuria and on its web store.

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