Stay tuned for a virtual trip through La Alpujarra and Ceuta, the places in Spain that inspired me to write Zahara and the Lost Books of Light.
Travels with the Muse
To combine traveling and writing - what author could ask for more?
Saturday, August 22, 2020
Friday, January 16, 2015
LAUNCHING ‘RIVERS RUN BACK’ IN INDIA
Climbing the wide stairs to the American Center Library in
New Delhi, I had no idea what to expect. Most libraries have relatively small
common spaces and a few meeting rooms. So I was surprised and pleased to see
the huge open space packed with library patrons and guests, all awaiting the
book launch of RIVERS RUN BACK.
Located in Connaught Place, one of the largest commercial
and business centers in New Delhi, the American Center is dedicated to supporting
the U.S. Embassy's mission to promote mutual understanding between the people
of India and the United States.
Since RIVERS RUN BACK is a work of fiction co-authored by an Indian writer (Arindam Roy) and myself, we were invited to discuss our collaborative process
at the American Center Library. Kala Dutt, the Library Director, warmly welcomed us, as did Emily B. White, Program Director of the American Center, Ramesh Jain from the US Embassy, and Aditi Mody from the Chicago Center in Delhi (a co-sponsor of the event).
Our publisher, Renu Kaul Verma of Vitasta, was present, as
was our editor, Veena Batra. It was wonderful to hear how Veena got so involved
in reading our book that she frequently forgot her role as editor!
We discussed the Indo-American connections in RIVERS RUN
BACK and Arindam explained the origin of our title – how in India the yearning
of rivers to run back signifies the deep introspection experienced by all of
us—male or female, Eastern or Western—during the different stages in our lives.
I described how one of our American characters, Marilyn –
who marries an Indian from Allahabad - decides to discover India for herself and
finds meaning and comfort in the story of Durga, the powerful goddess who
defeats demons both personal and universal. Arindam discussed how his
background as a journalist covering the ‘criminal beat’ gave him insights into
the ferocious nature of our antagonist, Narsimha.
Arindam and I originally met and began our book-writing
project on Facebook, so it was fitting that many of our longtime Facebook
friends were present. It was thrilling to meet some of them for the first time.
Landing in Seattle after 23 hours of travel, these wonderful
happenings in Delhi seemed like a dream. Except that inside my suitcase, 3
shrink-wrapped books and a slew of promotional pamphlets were nestled, waiting
to remind me that after three years of toil, ‘creative tension,’ and laughter
with my writing partner, RIVERS RUN BACK has finally been launched.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Traveling “In Character” to Russia
When Jo Epstein’s émigré stepfather, Nikolai, is suspected
of murder and flees to Moscow, Jo jumps on a plane to follow him. For an
intrepid private investigator like her, this was another high-speed chase set
far from New York’s West Side Highway. For the author, it was a chance to
accompany my protagonist onto foreign soil in order to see Russia through her
eyes. It resulted in a whirlwind research tour, with Jo and me relying on our
instincts to ferret out what mattered most.
Fresh off the train from Moscow, we were escorted through
the prison yard at Vladimir Central Prison and up the stairs to a museum proudly
exhibiting the works of formerly incarcerated Russian writers. The sense of Russian
irony was compounded by the fact that, directly across the hall from a display
of 19th century instruments of torture, we found an art therapy
class in progress. Our guide proudly related how today’s guards and prisoners are
encouraged to express themselves through painting. While she spoke, my
imagination ran wild. What if Jo were incarcerated in a dank cell with
graffiti-covered walls in an attempt to prevent her from finding Nikolai?
The thing about traveling alongside a fictitious character
is that everything you experience is potentially part of her story. In Suzdal, we
visited a monastery with an underground cell where heretics both religious and
political were once tried in secret—and yes, this history-packed locale
eventually served as a setting for a pivotal scene in the book.
Jo and I then toured a Matryoshka Factory, with spinning
lathes and woodchips flying. Little did the skilled workmen and talented women
painters know that their nesting dolls would one day hold clues to a mystery
spanning two continents.
Back in Moscow, we dined at a Georgian restaurant with a Commander
in the Moscow Criminal Police. He waxed
nostalgic for the vory v zacone –
thieves-in-law— famed for their strict code of conduct. To my surprise, he
expressed regret that the brutal yet consistent rules of the vory were not followed by the modern
Russian Mafia. I consulted with the Commander about my antagonist’s background
and planned course of action. That he chose to bless my storyline was
definitely a high point of the trip.
With only 20 words of Russian between us, Jo and I were hard
pressed to decipher the Cyrillic signs in the impressive Moscow subway. We
worked out a deciphering system worthy of a spy novel—perhaps to be used in her
next adventure.
I’ve always been a believer in recycling and repurposing and
this inclination got a workout in Russia. Even the apartment we stayed in,
which was once a Soviet-style, communal residence, became a setting for a scene
in RUSSIAN RECKONING.
Saturday, February 08, 2014
My 'Made it' Moment
I wrote this short piece for Jenny Milchman's "Made It Moments" series (http://www.jennymilchman.com/blog/) and she published it last year - thank you Jenny!
It's time I shared these words here:
It's time I shared these words here:
Made. adj. Assured of success. The year was 1965, the place New
York City, where a young lady of seventeen lives with her boyfriend in an
apartment with an airshaft instead of a window and discovers she loves playing
with words, letting them tumble on the page and jostle each other in strange
juxtapositions, the weirder the better. Having emigrated to the Lower East Side
from the Southeast Bronx she speaks a smattering of Puerto Rican Spanish and
knows how to stare down a potential mugger in an empty subway car. Late at
night, after a long day spent repairing damaged books in the New School library,
she sips Chianti from a coffee mug and edits the poems she wrote on the Houston
Street bus.
Six months later she comes home to her lover’s announcement
that he prefers someone else, the lease is in his name, she gets the picture.
“Oh there’s a letter for you,” he remembers and she snatches it out of his
betraying hands on her way out the door, leaving it unopened for a week or so
while she learns to breathe again and trust the air will not murder her.
The letter says we read your Bus Poems, want to publish all eleven
of them in our new magazine named after a tragic nymph. How apt. She meets the
editors who are delighted with her tender age. One offers to introduce her to
Alan Ginsberg. When the magazine comes out it is beautifully bound, Niobe
inscribed on the cover in large green letters, her poems interspersed with
photographs of graffiti-spattered walls in the city she will eventually desert as
abruptly as her boyfriend dumped her. She is destined to give up poetry to
write mystery novels, but for the moment, she has ‘made it.’
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Trust Your Instincts
This little piece was originally published on the Venture Galleries Blog - http://venturegalleries.com/blog/when-writing-trust-your-instincts/
Beginning a book is like taking a wrong turn on the way home from the airport. You may end up in a bad neighborhood, and run out of gas before you find your way out, or you may decide this is the place for you and settle in to get your work done. In that case, everything you need is right there… a church or temple as the case may be, a bodega or bordello depending on your mood, and enough shady characters to balance the host of heroes mandated by the current vogue in publishing.
Beginning a book is like taking a wrong turn on the way home from the airport. You may end up in a bad neighborhood, and run out of gas before you find your way out, or you may decide this is the place for you and settle in to get your work done. In that case, everything you need is right there… a church or temple as the case may be, a bodega or bordello depending on your mood, and enough shady characters to balance the host of heroes mandated by the current vogue in publishing.
Your family will miss you, but they’re used to it. Whether you check into a flea-bitten SRO or a gilded mansion on the edge of town is entirely up to you. But do not fail to write yourself a note saying something like: My surroundings are entirely illusory and I can return to reality at any time. Post it on the fridge, just in case.
As for the actual writing, for me it is a process of unlearning, each and every time. Like a kitten refusing to move when attached to a leash, whatever has worked for me in the past declines to take the first step on the new journey. I’m on my own and the sooner I accept this the better. I wrote Ask the Dead in the first person, present tense, a technique that shot the story forward at bullet speed. I tried the same thing with The Last Matryoshka (aka Code of Thieves) and ended up tossing the first 30,000 words and switching to past tense. My new book, co-written with Indian journalist Arindam Roy, is set in India, the US and Canada, and is a saga told from multiple points of view.
The company of an independent-minded cat can also be a great help.
I write both literary fiction and mysteries and have found them remarkably similar in structure. Why not, since life is the ultimate mystery. As long as my protagonist has something at stake, something to believe in, something challenging her belief in herself and a compelling reason to put herself at risk, the story will move forward. When I feel blocked, I seek out the noisiest coffee house, park bench, or subway car I can find, and use the white noise to focus my mind.
A few consistent rules that work for me are:
- Outline only when events begin to contradict each other and continuity is in danger.
- Develop your characters fully and they will reward you by revealing your plot and bringing life to every moment on the page
- When a story is not climbing toward a peak of some kind there had better be a deep ravine up ahead.
- Never write in a vacuum. Even the most insular love story takes place somewhere. Rub the lantern fervently and often, and with the help of your imagination the world you create will reveal and challenge your characters and enchant your readers. My own genie has whisked me off to Russia and India on life-changing, so called ‘book research’ trips for which I will be ever grateful.
Above all, trust your instincts and don’t think too much.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Mysterious Musings
Today I am being interviewed by the astute, inquiring mind of Julia Buckley. Please stop by - she has entitled the interview New York Streets, Russian Gulags, and Indian Poetry.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Bringing Moscow to Allahabad
I wrote this post as a guest on Timothy Hallinan's blog and thought I'd share it here too, since this experience in Allahabad was so amazing:
Co-Authors
Arindam Roy—with whom I am writing a novel-in-progress set
on two continents—loves concocting surprises. So when I checked into the Hotel
Yatrik on a Friday and he told me I’d be giving a talk to students at Allahabad
University that Sunday, I managed a grin and a thank you for the opportunity.
Then I rushed across the street—risking life and limb amidst the madly rushing
rickshaws, wildly over-burdened scooters, and incessantly honking cars—to see
if I could get my Mini laptop fixed in time to retrieve my slideshow on my
book-research trip to Russia.
On Sunday afternoon, Professor Sanjoy Saksena came to fetch
me in a taxi. I was duly grateful, knowing that if I braved the intense
humidity and walked the quarter mile to the University, I’d arrive looking more
bedraggled than a shipwrecked cat.
The University’s English Department is one of the oldest in
India, situated in a grand Edwardian Mughal structure. The Head, Professor
Dubey, greeted me warmly, with an offer of tea and many expressions of
appreciation. “Your visit will be recorded as was that of Mark Twain, who
visited us many years ago,” he said. I was flabbergasted and tried not to show
it. Instead I told the students who joined us around the table how remarkable
it was that in both Russia and India people could be counted on to treat authors
with great respect, regardless of the size of their book sales or reputations. “There
is a special appreciation for the act of writing itself that is imbued in both
cultures,” I said. I don’t remember if I shared my opinion that this would
never happen in celebrity-crazed America.
My presentation, titled The
Place of Place in Mystery Writing, always opens with a discussion of how
Raymond Chandler, Walter Mosley, and Elizabeth George use the settings of their
stories to reveal character—so much so, that in Chandler’s case, Los Angeles became
a character in its own right. I then segued into how I got the idea for writing
The Last Matryoshka while visiting my mother’s downstairs neighbors, two lovely
Russians who held house concerts in their apartment. It was when I reached the
slide showing a group of émigré men playing chess on the Brighton Beach boardwalk
that it hit me. Here I was, describing a book largely set in Moscow while showing
pictures taken in Brooklyn to a group of graduate students in India!
As if to jar me out of my dream, one of the faculty members
spoke up. “Do you think that mysteries are really a form of literature?” he
asked. Fighting words—more like what I was used to. “Yes, as a matter of fact I
do,” I replied. “Just because publishers find it convenient to classify books
into genres in order to market them doesn’t mean that some are better than
others. It depends on the writer.” I looked around the room and found a young
woman I could tell was just dying to raise her hand. I looked directly at her
and asked, “What do you think.” There was an eerie silence…perhaps I had
defied some classroom etiquette of which I was unaware. Then she smiled. “I like
reading Agatha Christie and I think her books are every bit as good as Charles
Dickens,” she said. A girl after my own heart. We were off and running
then—even the quiet students leaned forward in their seats to listen.
Afterwards the professor who had challenged me came up to
apologize. “Are you kidding?” I asked. “You made it happen.”
Before I left, they draped a beautiful, orange shawl around
my shoulders, as is the tradition with honored guests. By that time the
classroom was close to inferno temperature and sweltering under the hot wool
scarf I did my best not to pass out. Then came the flowers. I could get used to this.
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