The quirkier pictures

Just a few bits of silliness I didn’t want to clutter the travelogue with.

First: you may not realize this, but Ottorino Respighi and I share a birthday. I know, I know, EXCITING. Well, exciting if you’re some kind of classical music nerd, raised on classical music. He’s best-known for his Roman tone poems; my favourite is Feste Romane (which is inexplicably the least well-known), but the other two are Fountains of Rome (of which there are many, check) and Pines of Rome.

The actual pines of Rome struck me pretty hard, is what I’m trying to get around to saying. They’re like something out of Dr. Seuss.

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Those are all pines, in the distance. They trim them up into an umbrella shape.

They were beautiful, and they were everywhere. They shed needles, as all pines do, which roast under the sun and smell amazing. Like pine toast, or pine coffee. Warm and welcoming.

I mean, the fountains were great, too. But the PINES! I was utterly enamored.

And now, a self-indulgent selfie at the Pantheon:

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Lookin’ cute, by gosh.

Moving right along, here’s an ancient Roman bridge – the Pons Fabricius – that my son knew existed, thanks to David Macaulay books, but my husband and I had never heard of. Thanks David Macaulay!

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That’s my husband up there, to the right of the lampposts.

At the Capitoline Museums, we met that giant foot from Monty Python animations. Actually, it was from a colossal statue of Constantine.

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That’s my colossal offspring, on the left.

We were missing our whippet, but luckily there were many classical depictions of sight hounds. This plinth was my second favourite. The best one, I didn’t get a picture of, alas. B got a good pic, and I’ll have to see if he’ll let me post it, otherwise I could probably find it online. It’s a pretty famous piece at the Vatican.

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Such good doggies! And such well-rendered sight hounds.

Here’s a famous little dude from Pompeii, the eponymous faun from House of the Faun. We also saw the famous Alexander and Cave Canem mosaics. It was like seeing old friends. Very old.

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This faun has clearly never met a stranger.

I wish I’d gotten pictures of the frescoes from the Villa dei Misteri, but the light was bad and I was too busy having chills. Brrr. Nothing like paintings that give you the shivers.

Naples was gorgeous, although it was a bit challenging to get around. It took us a while to find our hotel because we didn’t realize that dark tunnel was the street we were supposed to walk up. When we finally did walk up it, it turned out to be the secret dark alley of second-hand booksellers. I’ve been a second-hand bookseller. I know their mysterious ways.

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I followed these two guys everywhere, surreptitiously snapping pictures. I just made that sound way creepier than it was.

Best Neapolitan dessert: eggplant filled with sweet ricotta and drizzled with chocolate. 3/3 voted it delicious. The more traditional Neapolitan sfogliatelle were also a delight.

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It was like eggplant cannoli. Of course I had to eat it.

I took a million volcano pictures, but this is my favourite. Who photographs the photographer? Me, apparently.

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Sulphur, iron, and my tall son.

I didn’t take nearly enough pictures of Ortygia, which was made up of little streets like this. Streets from back before cars were a consideration. Ironically, it was one of the few places we drove. Not on this street, though.

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It’s those dudes again. They were everywhere.

Last, but never least, Roman latrine from Villa Romana del Casale. I mentioned my love of Roman plumbing. You should have seen the private baths on this place, friends. And who wouldn’t want to gaze upon frolicking gazelle mosaics in the loo? Nobody, that’s who.

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Italian birthday

I’m back from Italy, where I had the good sense to turn forty-five. Shall I inflict pictures upon you? Indeed I shall!

I need to start with a little caveat, which is this: I was very nearly a classicist, at university. There are some aged classics professors who probably still lament this in their hearts – how did we lose her? Where did it all go wrong? – but in truth they never lost me. I couldn’t quite get my head around Greek cases, alas, and that’s the shameful truth. (This is one of the reasons there are so many grammar jokes in my books; I have a lot of grammatical issues to work through). I’ve wandered far afield since university, but my first love was always the classical Mediterranean world, and that has never changed. My husband loves this stuff as much as I do, and so when we go on vacation, we’re serious about seeing the antiquities.

So, fair warning: I mostly took pictures of rocks, although many of them are shaped like buildings.

We started in Rome, with the obligatory Colosseum and Forum (I say “obligatory,” but they were glorious) :

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View from the House of the Vestals

And the Pantheon:

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My heart leapt when I saw it

The next day we hit the Vatican museums and Castel Sant’Angelo:

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St. Peter’s, seen from Castel Sant’Angelo (Hadrian’s Mausoleum)

Then on to the Baths of Caracalla, Catacombs of St. Sebastian, and Appia Antica the next day:

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So huge. Later we saw the Baths of Diocletian, which were even bigger.

We spent the next day museum-ing and doing laundry, and then we were off to Napoli by train. Made it to Pompeii a little on the late side, thinking to miss the heat of the day, but we’re Vancouverites so that didn’t really help. However, Pompeii was everything I’d dreamed it would be, and more. Something I hadn’t quite thought through is that Pompeii was a city, and the ruin is, indeed, as big as a freaking city. It goes on and on.

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Pompeii was number one on my “Must See Before I Die” list. Don’t worry, plenty of things still on it. Not allowed to die for a while yet.

The next day we saw Herculaneum, which was a more manageable size, more like I’d always pictured Pompeii to be:

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And full of amazing, well-preserved details like this, a mosaic of Neptune and Amphitrite. 

We took an underground tour of Naples, which wasn’t too creepy (I love ancient plumbing – to a weird degree, honestly – but ancient cisterns creep me out. Not a believer in past lives, but… I was definitely a plumber. Who drowned in the sewers.)

We never sit still! The next day (my actual birthday) we flew to Palermo, Sicily, and then drove across the island to get to Mount Etna, the famous (and famously active) volcano, home of Hephaestus and prison of the monster Typhon. We took the gondola halfway up the next morning, and then hiked the rest of the way to the top.

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Mio marito and mio figlio upon the endless lava fields. There are two actively smoking cones up ahead, and we saw half a dozen more that were dormant. 

We recovered over lunch, and on we went to Syracuse, site of one of the most memorable scenes from Thucydides, an ancient war crime. Seven thousand Athenian soldiers were herded into this quarry and imprisoned there for seventy days, given only a cup of water and a pint of grain per day, roasting in the sun, surrounded by ever-increasing piles of corpses and filth. I read this account in Greek, back at university, and never forgot it. We had to see where it happened.

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There’s a bit more shade now.

In Syracuse, we stayed on the island of Ortygia, which was picturesque. Ate real Sicilian cannoli. And we saw the Duomo, which is Baroque on the outside and contains almost an entire Doric temple to Athena on the inside:

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You’d never guess, just looking.

Finally, it was our last day in Sicily, so of course we had to drive across the entire island again, PLUS hit two more UNESCO Word Heritage sites on the way. The first one, in particular, blew me away. It was Villa Romana del Casale, and it has the biggest, most astonishing, best preserved Roman mosaics I have ever seen.

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Female athletes. If you’re like me, you’re wondering whether that was Roman underwear – or some kind of ancient bikini – but apparently it was an outfit specifically intended for sports.

I don’t even know how to describe it. Every single room, the first of us into the room would gasp loudly, and the rest of us would be like, “What could possibly make you gasp, after all the mosaics we’ve already seen?” And then WE would enter the room and gasp. Pompeii was on my bucket list, but this place I’d never even heard of, particularly, was the most wondrous thing I saw on the entire trip.

Even the Valley of the Temples, which we saw later that day, couldn’t measure up. Here’s the Temple of Concord, which inspired the UNESCO World Heritage logo, and which on any other day would have been the coolest thing I saw:

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*snore* Sorry, Concord.

So that’s the whirlwind tour. I have a few more amusing pictures to share, but will put them in a separate post, as this is already way too long.

It was a good place to have a birthday. Forty-five feels pivotal to me, somehow, like a halfway point. I’m sure it isn’t, literally, but it feels that way. I’ve climbed the volcano and looked around me. Onward, friends, toward wonders we haven’t even imagined yet.


Tess of the Road: the ARC is real!

I know, I know, it’s been forever. Twice forever, in all honesty. But things are moving, and I have news now, so here I am. My next book, Tess of the Road, is coming out at the end of February, 2018! The early advanced readers’ copy is out now (there will be another ARC once the cover is officially official — stay tuned!)

I don’t have a copy yet, but my agent does and he took some pictures:

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Here’s the special ARC intro letter I wrote (won’t be in the final book) —

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And a shot of page 1, just to tease you:

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That’s it for now! More soon, I hope. I’d say that I’m going to try not to be a stranger, but we all know I’m naturally stranger and so such a promise would be utterly futile.


Morris Finalist: Calla Devlin!

It is my great honour this evening to present you with my interview of Morris Award finalist Calla Devlin, author of TELL ME SOMETHING REAL. Due to my ongoing residence in a pineapple under the sea, I hadn’t heard of this book until it was nominated, and it was just chance that it got assigned to me in the interviews process — but what a lucky chance it was! Here’s the blurb, via Goodreads:

Three sisters struggle with the bonds that hold their family together as they face a darkness settling over their lives in this masterfully written debut novel.

There are three beautiful blond Babcock sisters: gorgeous and foul-mouthed Adrienne, observant and shy Vanessa, and the youngest and best-loved, Marie. Their mother is ill with leukemia and the girls spend a lot of time with her at a Mexican clinic across the border from their San Diego home so she can receive alternative treatments.

Vanessa is the middle child, a talented pianist who is trying to hold her family together despite the painful loss that they all know is inevitable. As she and her sisters navigate first loves and college dreams, they are completely unaware that an illness far more insidious than cancer poisons their home. Their world is about to shatter under the weight of an incomprehensible betrayal.

I am always a sucker for books about sisters (being one myself), and I thought the family dynamics were spot-on here. These were real people, their pain and striving very real in the face of unbearable grief (and then, indeed, having the rug pulled out from under them). This is really Vanessa’s story, and you can see how the sisterly bond gives her strength, while simultaneously constricting her as she strives to balance her needs with her family’s. As I like to say about my own sisters: no one else sees your flaws so clearly, or loves you so fiercely in spite of them.

But let’s get to the interview! Calla’s way more interesting than I am, in my cold-addled state.

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1) I’m the oldest of three sisters myself, and so I’m always interested in stories where sisters feature. I notice you’ve got a sister, too, and imagine you drew on that relationship to some degree. What aspects of sisterhood, both positive and negative, were you most hoping to convey? Were any moments drawn from life – emotionally, if not necessarily factually? Are there other novels about sisters that you’ve particularly enjoyed, or are there gaps in most sisterhood stories that you’ve been longing to fill?

I’m the oldest of three sisters as well, and I drew from certain emotional dynamics, but the characters are very different than my sisters. Startling so!  I think that it’s easy to compare oneself to siblings, everything from appearance to relationships, to strengths and weaknesses. My sisters can be mirrors, and I think that’s true for many of us and I tried to capture that. I really wanted to explore how when people share a traumatic event, how each weathers it differently. Some emerge relatively unscathed. There’s a resilience. But others are somehow irreparably broken and never fully recover. When writing Tell Me Something Real, I thought of a family, of three girls who are very different but have an unwavering bond, who go through a shattering betrayal, and each cope very differently.

As far as authors who write what I think are fantastic stories, Jane Austen is my absolute favorite. Others are Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, the Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides, and the Story Sisters by Alice Hoffman.

2) I have to confess: I write and read mostly fantasy. What this means, practically, is that I have a thing for setting and worldbuilding. Are San Diego and Tijuana, Mexico, places you’ve lived, or were they dictated by plot demands? If they’re places you’ve lived, what are some of the impressions you hope your readers take away from your depiction? If you haven’t lived there, how did you go about researching and choosing details to make them feel real?

First, I have to say how much I admire fantasy writers because of the tremendous work it takes to create a whole new world. That’s why I love reading fantasy, to completely immerse myself in another reality.

I have lived in San Diego but after college, I didn’t have any family there anymore, so I didn’t go back. When writing the novel, I drew completely from childhood memories, which are fuzzy now. But they stayed with me throughout my life, almost haunting me, and the setting is the most autobiographical thing about the book.

When I was young, about seven or eight, I rode in the backseat of my mother’s car, crossing the border from San Diego into Mexico. My sisters and I sat in the courtyard of a seaside Mexican hospital where my mom, a nurse, volunteered.

I barely remember the actual building, and I don’t recall seeing the cancer patients my mother spent hours nursing. But I remember the drive, especially slowing in the crowded Tijuana streets. Back then, Tijuana was economically devastated. Families lived in refrigerator boxes. I had to close my eyes after a while, blinking back tears as I watched the begging kids, my age, so obviously hungry.

Whenever I road tripped, I thought of Mexico and the border crossing. I couldn’t shake the memory of that specific drive. I wanted to write about that setting, filling the hospital with characters I’d begun to imagine.

3) The other half of setting is time, of course. I’m actually from the 70s originally, because I am quite antique. Have you lived there? How did you go about researching the 70s? What kinds of details do you think particularly convey time period in fiction? And why the 70s in particular?

Setting the book in the seventies was essential. I am younger than my characters, but not much. I was little in the seventies, so I had to research fashion and pop culture. The mother character, Iris, is diagnosed with leukemia and she wanted to explore a controversial cancer treatment that was banned in the U.S. but available in Mexico. The drug, Laetrile, was very popular in the seventies. Thousands of people traveled to Mexico to receive treatment, so I wanted to take advantage of that trend. Also, I needed the setting to be suffocating and isolated. The characters had to be completely cut off without cell phones and the internet. And the language barrier added another dimension of isolation.

4) This book is hailed as “not your typical cancer book” — and it certainly isn’t. I don’t think it’s too spoilery to say that the book also deals with mental illness. It must have been a challenge to write about mental illness in a 70s context — as much stigma as it carries today, things were surely even worse back then. How did you tackle the challenge of depicting a sensitive subject during an insensitive era?

For me, I wanted to write with as much compassion as possible. Mental illness is illness—just as serious and fragile and devastating as illnesses that compromise the flesh. However, the emotional implications of someone’s behavior as a result of mental illness are very real and can be damaging. I wrote so many drafts of this novel in an attempt to strike a balance between honesty and compassion. This family is devastated and someone is responsible for lies, secrets, and emotional abuse. I purposely have a therapist in the book who doesn’t appear on the page very much. I didn’t want to present dated views and stigmas of mental illness, so I didn’t include therapy sessions. Instead, there is one impactful scene where information is revealed thanks to an astute and empathetic therapist. But the treatment conversations are off the page.

5) Which character was most fun to write? Who was most difficult? Who surprised you the most? Who taught you something you didn’t know before?

Oh Adrienne was so much fun! Her inventive cursing and raw emotion really came easily to me. She definitely is the character I knew the quickest, but she’s also very straightforward. Iris was devastating to write. She’s not the most loving mother and those scenes were at times very painful to explore. Vanessa, my narrator, was the biggest surprise. She’s so real to me now, but it took a while, and I really learned how to convey quiet strength.

6) It looks like you wrote short fiction before your YA novel debut. Which format do you find you prefer? Are there more YA novels in the works, or even adult novels? Also, did you set out to write YA, or did you just write the book of your heart and that’s what it turned out to be? And what has the experience of your debut year been like for you?

I did start off writing short fiction, and Tell Me Something Real started out as a collection of linked stories. I learned how to write stories in grad school, but the only way I learned to write a novel was by writing this one over and over again!

I started off writing this for an adult audience, but my characters are usually young, in high school or just graduated. I love writing about that period in our lives, when we’re about 75% fully formed but the world hasn’t gotten a hold of us yet. Then, throw in a transformative event that defines the rest of a character’s life. That’s what I love to explore in my novels—what shapes a young person. After completing a draft, my agent called and asked me what I thought about submitting the novel as YA. Honestly, as an adult I had read the Hunger Games and Twilight (loved both, btw), but that was it. She gave a reading list and I blew through it. I’d found a home. YA is exactly where I belong and there are so many YA writers that have given the world beautiful, emotionally complex, and essential books. I became much more confident as a writer because the voice and emotional immediacy comes naturally. I love teenagers and writing for a teen audience. It’s been a wonderful experience.

My debut year has been extraordinary! Honestly, beyond my wildest dreams. I am so grateful to my agent, editor, and the whole Atheneum and Simon and Schuster team. I feel supported in countless ways. And I have to thank the readers, teachers, librarians, bloggers, and booksellers who have shared Tell Me Something Real with the world.

I have a second YA novel coming out in September called Right Where You Left Me about a high school senior, Charlotte Lang, whose father is a journalist and is taken hostage while covering a story abroad. I just started a third as well, one about best friends who find themselves in a difficult situation and have polar opposite opinions of what happened. It rocks their world and they don’t know if their friendship will survive.

7) Lightning round!

a) Favourite writing snack? Coffee and apples.

b) Favourite guilty pleasure TV? Orphan Black

c) Favourite book when you were 15? Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews

d) Go-to writing music? Bon Iver and the XX

e) Cats or dogs? Cats

f) Rain or snow? Rain

g) Advice to young writers? You have a story. Your story is real and important and the world is waiting for it. Get it on paper and share it. First drafts are never, ever perfect. Some won’t connect to your story. That’s okay. Your story is still important and you will find people who do connect. Trust your voice!

 


More Morris than you can handle

Who’s been sick this week? *raises hand*

Is that the best excuse I’ve got for being disorganized? Yup, and I’m sticking to it.

Here are the two Morris interviews you missed while I was drowning in phlegm:

Blythe Woolston interviews M-E Girard, author of GIRL MANS UP

Isabel Quintero interviews Sonia Patel, author of RANI PATEL IN FULL EFFECT

My own interview with Calla Devlin will be going up shortly! After decongestants.


More Morris: Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock

In today’s edition of the Morris Interviews, 2017: Stephanie Kuehn interviews Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock, author of THE SMELL OF OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES.

I haven’t read the book, but am intrigued to note that it’s set in the 70s. The finalist I read was also set in the 70s, and I’m wondering whether that’s a little trend right now, or merely indicative of the fact that many YA writers and Morris judges originally come from the 70s. I was born there, myself, and have a brightly-coloured, little-kid memory of it. I’d think it would be a challenge to write a period you’d lived in but remembered very incompletely. Anyway, enjoy the interview, and congrats to Bonnie-Sue.


Morris finalist Jeff Zentner

Hello, darlings! It’s Morris Award season again, and as per every year, we previous winners interview this year’s crop of finalists. And what an excellent crop it is this year (just like every year, who am I kidding).

First up, last year’s winner, Becky Albertalli, interviews Jeff Zentner, author of THE SERPENT KING. Tune in tomorrow for more Morris, and watch this space for my interview, which goes up Friday.