Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Writing, Riding at the End of the Year

Dear friends, it's that time of year when we start to feel the calendar slipping out from underneath us.  Some of us are feeling the writing slowing down . . . family, the holidays, promises crowd at the window.  Some of us are beginning to race, frantic, hoping to get that manuscript done (or that one more chapter, or that niggling scene), bundled and tied with a tag that says "2010, What I Did."

For me, this time of year is about taking stock: I gaze backward over the mounds of the months and ask myself if I've written as much as I wanted to (nope, never do), have published as much as I wished (nope, never enough), have learned as much as I meant to (odd, I can't remember some of what I planned to master at the beginning of the year, but I believe, in addition to completing another novel, I was going to learn to ride a horse.  In the end I can only say with certainty I sat in a saddle).  Still, there is a pile of words banked and rolled around me; some good sentences; some stories and chapters to be proud of; and there is, above all, the feeling of not being done.  I treasure this feeling above all.  I am not done.  There is nothing about me that is done.  Kiss the year good-bye, I'm still here.  A horizon does not a sunset require.

For me this is not the time of year--not just yet!--to begin making pledges for the next.  It's the time of year to lift chin and say, All right, I can see this and this and this was done, and that this over there was not negligible, and that that was a wrong turn but look how I recovered here, and there is where I left those, which I can easily pick up again, and over here was the darkness, which doesn't seem so dark right now, and there was that smooth patch, like going over cut grass.  Good.  I can see it all.

At this time of year, I hope you'll take a moment to indulge the view.  It spools in back and in front.  It's a road.  The calendar is an illusion.  You may, like me, not have done as much as you wanted, or even as much as you believe yourself capable of.  But the road goes on.  There is no falling short of it.  There is only continuity.  December seems to fall like a hammer.  But a simile is what you make it.

December is a bridge painted white.


Love and joy to you all.


Mylène

Two Powerhouse Suspense Authors Rip Bestsellers from the Headlines

For the suspense lover in your life, 'tis the season to share a pair of powerhouse novels from some of the biggest names in fiction. Both John Grisham and Michael Connelly deliver bestselling pageturners focused on the topic of exoneration.

John Grisham's The Confession starts with a Lutheran minister whose peaceful routine shatters when a truly-vile ex-con confesses that he is responsible for the abduction/rape/murder of a seventeen-year-old cheerleader nine years earlier - a crime for which an innocent man is about to be put to death in Texas. The breakneck race to stop the execution will keep you reading past your bedtime and the egregious, ripped-from-the-headlines "justice" system foul-ups will and definitely should infuriate you.

There's nothing subtle about Grisham's anti-death penalty novel. Every character, from the racist, good ole boy governor and his cronies right down to the grief-wallowing, vindictive drama queen mother of the victim, working to carry out the outrageous punishment is painted in broad, reprehensible strokes. The people of Texas are portrayed as a bloodthirsty lot, and those fighting to stop the runaway train are either brave and virtuous or at least brave and wonderfully colorful. For all that, the story has an unstoppable momentum that makes it nearly impossible to put down, and I can easily see it coming to the big screen soon.

Michael Connelly's latest, The Reversal, has the former shyster-lawyer-with-a-conscience Mickey Haller crossing the aisle to work as a special prosecutor on a political hot potato of a case - the almost-impossible mission to successfully re-try a supposed murderer whose case was overturned due to DNA. In a case of nepotism-gone-wild, Haller brings in his recently-acquired half-brother LAPD Detective Harry Bosch (and presumably his many, many fans) as an investigator and uses Haller's prosecutor ex-wife, the inimitible "Maggie McFierce" as his second. As with most of Connelly's books, the mystery is first-rate and beautifully constructed, and this novel, far more subtly drawn, lacks the agenda of Grisham's The Confession.

That said, I didn't enjoy The Reversal as much as Connelly's first Mickey Haller story, The Lincoln Laywer, or even its follow-up, The Brass Verdict. What drew me immediately to the Mickey Haller character, who defended tough dudes against long odds while working from the back of his Lincoln Town Car, was his awakening to the ethics of the semi-sleazy tactics that were always landing him in trouble. It simply wasn't as much fun to see him working for the state, the suspense didn't feel as urgent, and I've never completely bought the Haller-Bosch connection. Still, Michael Connelly is one of the greatest crime novelists writing today, and I happily devoured every page and am already looking forward to his next.

If you have a reader who, like me, can't imagine a holiday season passing without a big pageturner of a suspense novel, I recommend giving Grisham's and Connelly's latest a try.

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

#BuyThisBook: "Long May You Run" by Chris Cooper

Wracking your holly berry and blowmold baby Jesus addled brain for gift ideas? We asked our publishing peers and peeps to help us recommend a book every day from Black Friday to Christmas Eve!

Long May You Run: All. Things. Running. by Chris Cooper
Recommended by Michelle Howry, senior editor at Touchstone Books
Perfect for the runner in your life

"Whether they’re a seasoned marathoner or a fledgling jogger – to inform, encourage, and inspire them on the road. In this gorgeous compendium of all things running, readers will learn information like: what one road race everybody needs to run; how they can win a race even when finishing last; the ten “destination” runs every runner should experience; what to do with their old running shoes and race T-shirts; how they can run across the U.S. without leaving home; why listening to the right song may help them run faster; and much more!"

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A conversation with Joyce Hinnefeld

Thanks to PR diva Libby Jordan for this interview with the wonderful Joyce Hinnefeld, author of the #1 Indie Next pick In Hovering Flight and Stranger Here Below, which is fresh out this fall.

You've shared your inspiration for writing SHB on your blog...aside from being inspired...what important lesson(s) did you learn?
I think the most valuable lesson I learned has to do with the dangers of trying to write fiction that’s designed to “teach” its readers somehow. Call it pedagogical fiction maybe—or worse, pedantic fiction. This has to do with the problem of learning so much cool stuff through doing research and then feeling that it all has to show up in the book somehow. But it’s not that alone--at least, for me, in the case of writing Stranger Here Below. With this book I also had this burning mission, this sense that I had to somehow correct the historical record (There were all these people who had truly enlightened views on things like race and religion in backwoods Kentucky back in the nineteenth century! Meanwhile scholars at Harvard and the like were calling people from Appalachia “our contemporary Anglo-Saxon ancestors” and arguing that black people really did belong back in Africa! We need to learn about this, and understand our history better, so we don’t keep making the same mistakes!) Those sorts of things. I learned that preoccupations like these can really weigh a novel down.

If you weren't a writer (or a professor) what would you be?
A forester or an art historian. (Okay, in my deepest fantasies, I would be Patti Smith.)

What has your writing taught you about life?
To provide as simple and un-ironic an answer as possible, I think the practice of writing has taught me the value of deep absorption in something—in my case, a writing project—when it comes to my own mental health. I’m guessing that that level of absorption in, and devotion to, a project of any kind is always a boon to someone’s mental health.

What do you consider the greatest virtue in life?
Genuine empathy.

Who has been the greatest influence in your life and why?
Probably my parents, for both good and ill, I think. I do know that I inherited a sense of civility, and more profoundly, a sense of deep compassion, from them. On the other hand, I think I also inherited a kind of fearfulness, a tentativeness about myself and my place in the world.

Who has most influenced your writing?
Probably Gene Garber, a wonderful and incredibly imaginative writer who was my Ph.D. advisor at SUNY-Albany. His writing is nothing like mine; most of his work is wildly experimental. But he taught me to relish language, and also not to fear things like literary theory, science, philosophy. I won’t say he made me fearless in my own writing; I still have a long way to go in achieving that, I think. But he has demonstrated for me, over and over, that it’s possible to be both intellectually curious and deeply humane, as both a writer and a teacher.

Any thinking you feel comfortable sharing around your next book?
It always feels dangerous to say too much about a still pretty unformed project, but here’s what I will say: I’m in the early stages of another novel, one that will address various ways in which Americans view personal identity as completely malleable, as something that can be remade again and again. There will be some computer hacking and digital stalking. There will be an American woman who, as a young woman, has a relationship with a young man from Eastern Europe, and who eventually becomes a rather prominent scholar. And, right now at least, I believe there will be portions of the novel that are set somewhere in the West Indies.

And I think that’s all I should say right now.

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Monday, December 06, 2010

#BuyThisBook: "Stranger Here Below" by Joyce Hinnefeld

"Music, books and the beauty of nature all play a role in molding the character of the women this book shadows. In her exceptional first novel In Hovering Flight, Hinnefeld wrote about nature and made bird-watchers her principal characters. (Clearly, she is not without courage.) Now, in Stranger Here Below she also celebrates the healing power of the natural world. And here again, she makes the texture of the book surprising in all that it is able to contain, without clutter." ~ Dallas Morning News

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Tomorrow critically acclaimed author Joyce Hinnefeld stops by to chat about where she's coming from and where she goes from here.

Sunday, December 05, 2010

YA author Scott Westerfeld offers another perspective on ghostwriting

Getting a lot of email today because of an article I wrote on the Art and Economy of Ghostwriting, which is being featured on the AOL welcome page. For those interested in a different take, here's an excellent article, "On Ghostwriting" by Scott Westerfeld, author of the popular YA Uglies and Leviathan series.

"I am a ghost writer, a literary doppleganger," says Westerfeld. "I write books that other people take credit for. People more famous than I, or busier, or who simply can't be trusted with a pen." He goes on to outline ghost parameters and protocol and addresses some of the pressing questions that haunt the field: "What are the implications of such duplicity? Is ghost-writing a case of false advertising? Is it simply bad manners, like bringing take-out to a potluck supper?"

Since Westerfeld ghosted fiction back when he was doing this sort of work, his perspective is a bit different from mine. As a celeb memoir ghost, I do for my clients what the Ghost of Christmas Past does in “A Christmas Carol” — I take them by the hand, lead them past their life experiences from the perspective of an observer, help them find peace with the characters who people their memories, and then excavate a language that expresses how they feel about it all. These stories are not mine to tell, so I’ve never felt that my words were being taken from me.

Quoth Westerfeld:
Reading reviews of one's ghosted works is an equally ambivalent experience. One is partially immunized from negative comments, but any high praise is half pleasure, half pain. For the ghost, the only real satisfaction comes from the phrase "competent prose." Some ghosts I know are haunted by their lost kudos...

Not me. I don’t writhe even a little when the book gets a great review, and I prefer that the reviews not mention me, because I want to do what a good ghost does: disappear. I can’t say how I’d feel about ghosting fiction, but I can say that the invisibility has become addictive. I never fight for cover credit; on a recent project, the client was the one who insisted my name be on the cover. She didn’t want people to think she was pretending to have written the book.

Ghosting forced me to examine the essence of why I write. I love living a creative life — and actually making a good living. I love the endlessly entertaining puzzle play of setting words in rows. I genuinely love listening to people -- my clients, airplane seatmates, random people on park benches and subways; I've never met a human being who was not fascinating and beautiful in some unique way. I love learning daily through research on everything from theatre history to bicycle racing to monoclonal antibody therapy. Public applause is a really pale reward compared to all that. I have a lot of love in my life; I’m not missing anything if strangers don’t love me.

#BuyThisBook: "The Scandalous Summer of Sissy LeBlanc" by Loraine Despres

Wracking your tryptofan and powdered sugar addled brain for gift ideas? We asked our publishing peers and peeps to help us recommend a book every day from Black Friday to Christmas Eve!

The Scandalous Summer of Sissy LeBlanc by Loraine Despres

Recommended by me!
Perfect for me! (Thanks for sending me a fresh copy, Loraine. I loved this book when it first came out, and I shall thoroughly enjoy revisiting my homegirl Sissy.)

"Rule #59 in the Southern Belle's Handbook: It's okay for a woman to know her place. She just shouldn't stay there."

It's a steamy June afternoon in Louisiana, circa 1956, and Sissy LeBlanc is sitting on her front porch, wondering half-seriously if she could kill herself with aspirins and Coca-Cola. She's been living in stifling old Gentry since the day she was born and trapped in a sham of a marriage to Pee Wee LeBlanc since she was only seventeen. In short, she's fed up, restless, and ready for an adventure. And in short, she finds one.

Loraine Despres is a screenwriter (she's behind the classic "Who Shot JR?" ep of Dallas, among other things), so not surprisingly, it's the dialogue that made me love this book. The New Orleans Times-Picayune calls it "hilariously diverting...fine and funny."

Saturday, December 04, 2010

#BuyThisBook: Elizabeth Berg's "Last Time I Saw You" (freshly minted in stocking friendly paperback)

Recommended by Booklist
Perfect for "everyone who has received an invitation to their high-school reunion and broken out in a cold, clammy sweat. Berg nails the experience."

A cast of engaging characters return home for their 40-year high school reunion, contemplating redemption, reputation rehab, and revenge. An Elizabeth Berg novel ensues. Beautifully written and born for book club discussion.

It's Saturday, for Pete's sake. Cut loose with Carmen Maria Vega for three minutes.

Friday, December 03, 2010

Buy This Book: An Accidental Light


AN ACCIDENTAL LIGHT, Elizabeth Diamond’s riveting debut novel begins: A life can change in an instant. That’s all it takes. She gives us that much certainty. What is uncertain, what plays tricks is the light--road light--especially at evening. Anyone who drives at that hour can be fooled for an instant, can misjudge the shape, the potential for hazard. Jack Philips is driving home in such vague light when his instant comes; he isn’t sure of what he sees when Laura Jenkins, a thirteen-year-old girl, emerges quickly, ghost-like, from the blue-misted shadow of a parked bus into the street, not until he stops after his car strikes her. Kneeling beside her, he keeps his eyes on her face; her fingers are cold in his. The gleam of light in her eyes suggests the soul is yet uncertain of where it should be. Her mother, Lisa, is at work dealing with a customer when the accident happens, when her daughter lies dying in the rain, in the street. In a stranger’s grasp. Lisa Jenkins will think later how unreal it is to be at work and oblivious in the very same instant that your ordinary life and your child are leaving you. These people and this tragedy that leaves them stunned and gasping, that rips up their lives is posed in such real and heartrending terms. And even when Laura reappears to both Jack and Lisa, it seems natural; it shares a sensibility with Alice Sebold’s The Lovely Bones.

Elizabeth Diamond has drawn the characters in this novel, Lisa and Jack and their spouses, the girl, Laura, with such precision and care, and such honesty, they seem familiar, more like truth than fiction. And while the story’s plot spins off this terrible calamity, the story itself is one of forgiveness, of redemption and found courage. The surprise is the suspense and the bit of magical realism. Both elements are so deftly woven through the pages you are scarcely aware of them, yet you’re caught up, and it becomes truly riveting when Jack and Lisa’s paths cross in the most astonishing twist, but again, the narrative is unfolded with such skill, you don’t question the reality. I wasn’t in the least surprised to learn Elizabeth Diamond is also a poet. She has a gift with language. In fact, AN ACCIDENTAL LIGHT has everything a good book should have: an absorbing storyline and deeply-layered characters, all wrapped up in a flow of beautiful writing. It’s just a great read.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

From ivy league to pink carnations: 3 Qs for bestselling historical romance author Lauren Willig

Let's face it: Lauren Willig is an overachiever. Her first historical romance, The Secret History of the Pink Carnation, spans not one era but two, not to mention multiple continents, and launched a series that took Willig to the New York Times bestseller list. This Christmas, she's cozying up to readers with The Mischief of the Mistletoe and still found time for 3Qs.

Lauren, thanks so much for joining us today. It must have blown the minds of a lot of people in your life when you abandoned your law practice to write historical romance novels. Was there a pivotal moment when you knew this was the right path for you?
Well… it was less of a surprise than it might have been. My story is an odd and topsy turvy one. I was one of those ridiculous people who knew from the age of six that I wanted to be a writer (who could resist the thrill of those crayon illustrations and construction paper covers?). I also knew, after a few early rejections and a college internship at a New York publishing house, that the odds of publication were roughly equivalent to those of winning the lottery. Starving in a garret for one’s art may be romantic, but it isn’t exactly comfortable. So I made the practical decision. I applied to law school.

Here’s where Fate steps in (with a loud snicker). Guess when I got my first book contract? My first month at Harvard Law. There I was, buried in torts and contracts, doing the whole Paper Chase thing, when I got that mythical Call, telling me that Dutton not only wanted to buy my first book (the manuscript that became The Secret History of the Pink Carnation), they wanted a second book as well. Everyone told me I was nuts. 1L year and a book? Nuh-uh. But with enough caffeine, anything is possible. I graduated from HLS magna cum laude with three books under my belt—and a permanent caffeine buzz.

All of this is a very roundabout way of saying that by the time I took a job as a litigator at a large New York law firm at the end of my 3L year, I already had three books out and another under contract. I’d made the decision to write under my own name (translation: I was too lazy to think up a catchy nom de plume), so people would slink into my office and hiss, “I saw your book in the partner’s office!” When I finally left, after a year and a half, the primary question I got was, “What took you so long?”

The major lesson I took away from this? You’d be surprised at how many lawyers secretly want to be writers....

Last spring, you taught a "Reading Historical Romance" class at Yale. What was the substance of the course and how did people respond to it?
Up until recently, any writing on romance novel fell into roughly three categories: (1) sociological studies, usually bemoaning the impact of these pernicious works on weak-minded women; (2) apologias by romance writers, defending the genre; or (3) highly practical how-to literature. Until Pamela Regis’ “A Natural History of the Romance Novel” there was very little material tackling romance novels as texts like any other, with their own tropes and traditions. Fortunately, the torch has been taken up by a team of talented academics, including Eric Selinger at DePaul and Sarah Frantz at Fayetteville, who have been doing their best to put romance scholarship on the academic map.

Last year, I had the great good fortune to meet Andrea DaRif (pen name: Cara Elliot) at Lady Jane’s Salon in New York. We got to chatting about our bright college years and bemoaning the fact that romance novels get so little attention in the academy. Andrea pointed out that there was a mystery novel class being taught at Yale, but nothing on romance. I had just come back from the annual meeting of the Popular Culture Association, which had included a workshop on teaching the romance novel as literature. We looked at one another and said, “What if?” and “Why not?”

Andrea and I realized that, as Regency romance writers, we had a unique opportunity to shape a class around that particular subgenre, using it as a microcosm through which one could effectively trace trends and developments. We opened the class with Austen’s Northanger Abbey, which tackles the seminal question of the relationship between novel and reader, moved from Austen to the mother of the Regency romance, Georgette Heyer, and from Heyer to Kathleen E Woodiwiss’ Flame and the Flower. Using Woodiwiss as our bridge to the American romance tradition, we examined “old school” writers McNaught and Lindsey before moving on to Kleypas, Quinn, James, and the more outré takes on the genre, including Regency gothic, Regency vampires, and Chick Lit.

The response was overwhelming. We had eighty applications for eighteen spots. The enthusiasm carried over into the classroom. Our students were thrilled to be working in a cutting edge scholarly field, knowing that they were writing papers on topics no-one had tackled before. Having taught before, in my grad school days, I was incredibly impressed by both the exuberant quality of class discussion (we often had to shoo them out after two hours!) and the high level of their written work. We had papers ranging from the Christological imagery in Chase’s Lord of Scoundrels to boxing as metaphor in Heyer’s Regency Buck. Their ingenuity and insights forever changed the way I look at several well-known texts.

And the legacy continues.... Just this past week, Andrea and I and three of our former students delivered a talk about the class to an audience of Yale professors. They may have come in skeptical about romance novels, but we’re pretty sure they left thinking about them in an entirely different way!

Now that you've hit your stride in terms of publishing, we know what keeps you busy, but what keeps you engaged and evolving as an artist?
Two things: people and words. I’m endlessly fascinated by the intricacies of human nature—or, to put it with fewer frills, what makes people tick. Most of my writing is character driven. I like to challenge myself by taking characters who, on the surface, might seem difficult or unlikable, and delving into what goes on in their heads, why the behave the way they do. My fourth book, The Seduction of the Crimson Rose, involved a heroine I like to call my “bitchy prom queen”, while my most recent, The Mischief of the Mistletoe, stars a hero previously written off by other characters as a good-natured buffoon. In both cases, once we get into their viewpoints, the world looks like a very different place. Given all the fascinating characters out there, playing with different character types and viewpoints should keep me challenged for some time to come!

On top of that, there’s language. I love the sound of words, the feel of them, the flow of them. I love the challenge of finding just that perfect combination of words to describe a curl of the lip, a tilt of the chin, a change in the atmosphere. Done well, novel-writing can combine lyricism with practicality in a way that makes one think of grand tapestries, both functional and beautiful. Fifty years from now, I imagine I’ll still be questing after just that right combination of words.

Bonus question, if I may: What are you reading?
Right now, having just returned from two weeks of book tour (translation: I am zonked), I’m indulging myself by re-reading Jen Lancaster’s Bitter is the New Black : Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass,Or, Why You Should Never Carry A Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office. I adore Lancaster’s memoirs, both for her strong narrative voice and her hysterically funny footnotes. It’s the perfect post book tour pick me up! (Plus, they’re set in Chicago, which I just visited on book tour—and where I had an absolutely amazing time.)

Reconstruction

In the fall of 2006, Mark and I bought a very old house in a fairly small town outside of Houston. We loved the dormer windows and the assymetrical angles, and how the roof slanted below the trees. We loved the way it sounded in the rain and how the water gathered in big drops on the elephant ears outside. We loved that the house was 1 1/2 stories with a neat attic-turned-loft up top, and that the central part of the house was built out of cypress. And as someone writing a novel set in a Gothic town off the Texas Gulf coast, I really loved the rumor that the house was made out of the washed up timber from wrecked ships in the 1900 Galveston hurricane.

"Great," I thought, "I'll get to live inside my novel. I'll get to live with all my ghosts."

And all that was fine (minus the ghosts, darn it) until we decided during the summer of 2009 to fix it up. Even that wasn't so bad at first. We just wanted to change the ugly mint green color of the house to something a bit more subtle, and definitely not trim it with mango yellow! An external paint job, some reconstruction of the porch, and a little replacing of the rotten wood. Right?

Not so much. I'll never forget the day the contractors pulled off a couple of rotten boards to expose, well--nothing on the inside. I happened to be at home writing and saw sunlight where I really shouldn't be seeing sunlight, and then oops! There it was, my neighbor's face peering right there through what used to be my bathroom wall. "We have a problem," he said. "No shit," I said.

That was July of 2009, and since then, before the house could even be repainted, we've had to reinstall dry wall, replace rotten beams, add nonexistent insulation, and basically reconstruct whole parts of the house from the ground up. We now have a completely new porch, new front wall, new stoops, new almost everything. And finally, this past week, when we could afford to pay the contractors to finish the job, they got up to our favorite dormer window to finish the dark green trim.

Ironically, last week I had a banner week on my novel too, and got more done on the revision than in the several weeks, maybe even months prior. I finally get the structure of my story now; I finally get what I need to do to finish this thing up.

And that's the thing about houses and novels, and really anything that's big enough to dwell in. If the structure's flawed, it doesn't really matter what you do with the rest, because the whole thing's doomed to failure. If you plan to keep living there, you have to go back to the beginning. You have to rebuild and reconstruct.

Now I'm finally beginning to get excited again, about both the house and the novel. And if nothing else, I still love those dormer windows, and those certain slants of light.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

#BuyThisBook: Cozy up with Lauren Willig's "The Mischief of the Mistletoe" (What do you mean it's DECEMBER?!)

Wracking your tryptofan and powdered sugar addled brain for gift ideas? We asked our publishing peers and peeps to help us recommend a book every day from Black Friday to Christmas Eve!

The Mischief of the Mistletoe by Lauren Willig
Recommended by Liza Cassity, Dutton PR diva
Perfect for the romantic historian who can’t resist a little mischief!

"Just in time for December, Lauren Willig’s beloved New York Times bestselling Pink Carnation series gets into the holiday spirit with this irresistible treat for her thousands of Pink Carnation series fans—THE MISCHIEF OF THE OF MISTLETOE. A stand-alone novel filled with Lauren’s trademark blend of romance, mystery, and historical intricacy, this Christmas caper is sure to put you in the holiday spirit!"

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Tomorrow Lauren Willig visits BoxOcto to talk about her writing life and how she's bringing romance literature to Yale.