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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Among the Lost

Among the Lost: in Dante's Wake: Book 2 / Seth Steinzor
Burlington, VT: Fomite Press, c2016.
220 p.

I was recently offered a chance to read this, via Poetic Book Tours. I quickly agreed, as I read Book One in this set of Dante-inspired poems, back in 2011 and was intrigued by what might be offered in this follow up. I'm glad I got the chance to shadow this poetic journey a little further!

This second volume carries on, from Book One's Inferno, to Book Two's Purgatory. In this case, purgatory is a not a jagged mountain but a cityscape. Dante still guides our narrator at the beginning of this book, as they fall from Hell and fling themselves into purgatory. As Dante says, 

This is the City of Purgatory. Remember,
now it's your world, no longer mine.
You, who scrape the tops off mountains for coal,
who fill the valleys with garbage, who scrape the

meadows level for parking, who fill the marshes with
concrete and pylons, who build and tear down,
who level the high places and raise the low, have
flattened Purgatory. Now the
eminence that was lit when your lives were dark
is worn away, by you! And you
have grown your city upon and with its rubble.

The flavour of the story goes on much like this. The structure comprises 33 Cantos, following the narrator, also named Seth, as he pursues his track through Purgatory, still in search of Victoria (who impelled him to begin his search originally). 

In this volume, once Dante situates him in his surroundings -- after landing in a hospital room with a woman giving birth, initially -- Seth is left to his own devices to wander and try to determine where he should be heading. His only instruction is to meet Dante at the Presidential Library at sundown.

Seth begins a trek with many asides and many distractions, almost giving up. He meets many different kinds of people, encounters protestors, homeless men, young skateboarders, union men, famous celebrities, and more. Each has some kind of lesson to impart, even if unknowingly. Finally he arrives at what he thinks he is seeking. But of course, it is not what he's expecting. The range of characters and manners of speech that Steinzor includes in this book is what made it most compelling for me; I kept reading to discover who in the world (who in Purgatory?) Seth would enounter next.

I found this volume a little less satisfying than the first, probably partly because I'm much less familiar with the Purgatorio than with the Inferno, and because there were, again, many references to American politicians/current events that I just don't get the nuances of, despite knowing about them in a broader sense.

But the narrative style was still very enjoyable, with some of the writing really standing out for me. I was especially fond of this passage from the closing pages (which sets up the final volume to come quite nicely)

Distant, the city.
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet;
hush, hush, hush, hush
say the waters that fill this crescent I stand on.
My breaths join their flow and ebb.
How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?
How many atoms compose a star? The
night is replete with angels dancing on pinpricks.....

If you're interested in modern poetry responding to the classics, from the vantage point of our current socioeconomic and political situation, this might just be the series for you.

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Thank you to Poetic Book Tours & Seth Steinzor for the copy of Among the Lost & the chance to participate in this book tour.


Tour Schedule:

Jan. 10: the bookworm (Review)
Jan. 12: Wall-to-Wall Books (Review)
Jan. 17: Nerdy Talks Books (Review)
Jan. 18: The Indextrious Reader (Review)
Jan. 19: Everything Distils Into Reading (Review)
Jan. 20: Eva Lucia Reviews (Review)
Jan. 21: Readaholic Zone (Review)
Jan. 23: Book Nerd Demigod (Review)
Jan. 24: Eva Lucia Reviews (Interview)
Jan. 25: Diary of an Eccentric (Guest Post)
Jan. 30: Necromancy Never Pays (Review)

Follow the blog tour with hashtag #AmongtheLost

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Women's Lives: Poetic Retellings



I'm participating in the Poetry Month Blog Tour, hosted by Serena of Savvy Verse & Wit, again this year. I always enjoy this project, as everybody has such an individual choice to share for each day of the tour. If you haven't been following along so far, you can still go back over the tour schedule and catch up on some pretty great stuff!

Today I'm sharing two collections I've just read, The World's Wife by Carol Ann Duffy, suggested by blogger Buried in Print, and one that I recently won via the Literary Press Group's poetry month cross-Canada poetry tour, Glossolalia by Marita Dachsel.

The connection these two books have lies in the way they both focus in on women's lives, ones we often hear about only from a male perspective, and give us a first-person view of their experience.



I've read some Carol Ann Duffy before (loved her poem Tea) and so was eager to read this collection when I saw it mentioned by a blogger whose taste I trust.

The World's Wife reimagines the lifestories of women from myth and fairytale. It was fabulous.

Starting with Little Red Cap and going all the way to Medusa, The Beast's Wife, a bevy of "Mrs." and beyond, this was a marvellous, kaleidoscopic reshifting of what we think we know from all the stories we've heard -- none of which are traditionally told from a female viewpoint. These women explain themselves, express how the truth of their lives doesn't quite match up with the stories told about them, or simply comment on their own views of the world. Each poem works beautifully, and I was particularly taken with two, the sonnet "Anne Hathaway", and the final poem, "Demeter".


This last one, in particular, reminded me of a collection I read fairly recently, Demeter Goes Skydiving, and the ways in which that poet, Susan McCaslin, inhabited mythological women like Demeter, speaking from the perspective of this mythical mother experiencing the modern world. I think that this approach to poetry appeals to me quite a bit, and was happy to find Duffy's collection so I could sate myself with extensive examples of such!

Glossolalia, on the other hand, gives voice to the many historical wives of Joseph Smith. Dachsel is particularly interested in polygamy and the peculiar secretive way it was practiced at the time of these wives' experience. The lives of these numerous women lend themselves to exploration, and Dachsel digs in with imagination and verve.

There were so many wives. There's a list at the back, with ages and dates of marriage, and it's quite overwhelming to look at them all, ranging in age from 14 (ick) to 50's. Dachsel gives them each a specific voice, and yet a combination of 2 voices (one set of siblings) in the same poem was particularly notable. There was one poem by an unnamed wife who refuses to talk, who states that she has "nothing to say to you" -- this anonymous wife seemed to have a certain authority in her silence. Each of these women seems to be justifying her life and decisions from the grave, reminding me faintly of the famous Spoon River Anthology, though these poems are generally longer and sharper than the Spoon River examples.

Their stories reveal various reasons for their decisions to marry Smith. In this early method of polygamy, the marriages were secret, women could already be married with no requirement to leave their current husband to live with Smith, and these spiritual marriages could be as easily dissolved. There were practical reasons, like the oldest wife, who was a sister left alone when her only brother died, married as a kind of favour. There were more specious reasons, as with the youngest girls, with Smith pretending it was all for heavenly glory, ugh.

One of the most fascinating elements was the voice of Joseph Smith's first, original wife, Emma Hale Smith, throughout the book. Her perspective on his religiously permitted philandering was unexpected, and powerful. Notes in the back reveal that she approved of a small number of his marriages, mainly to younger girls who were already servants in their home. The others she either wasn't directly aware of or powerless to stop in fact, though that didn't stop her opinions on them. Here she is, around the middle of the book:

I believe I believed. Joseph,
you were everything
I believed....
I believed you
until I couldn't. ...
A person does not lose faith --
It is not a hairpin or a tooth.
Faith evolves, salvaged.
A grove becomes a house.
A fire becomes ashes.

I loved the creative impulse behind this collection, and the idea was brought to reality with great effectiveness. I enjoyed every minute I spent reading this, and will be going back to reread many parts of it again. I like clever concepts melded with a facility for language and imagery, and this collection delivered. Recommended to anyone interested in modern poetry and/or women's lives reimagined. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

To Join the Lost


To Join the Lost / Seth Steinzor
Simsbury, CT: Antrim House, c2010.
216 p.

I was offered this book through TLC Book Tours, and was instantly intrigued: Dante's Inferno told from a modern perspective? Narrative verse? Yes, please. Even though I am not intimately familiar with Dante's original, I know enough of it to have this book appeal to me.

And I did enjoy it, overall. Steinzor is a lawyer, and his experience in law illuminates his trip through Dante's circles of hell -- with Dante himself as his guide. (To get a clearer idea of how his law
career informed his writing, you can check out a recent interview with Serena of Savvy Verse and Wit). I read this over a week or two, taking my time, and found that certain images and phrases resonated with me. I was most taken with a section near the beginning, one that many other reviewers on the blog tour have mentioned as a high point:

Eternity, therefore, is like an ocean with currents
that sw
arm and braid and branch and carry
many riders. Like you, each is bound for where he's
going and thinks there's nowhere else.

Or see it this way: when you were a child,
and maybe many times since then,
it delighted you to stand beside an
an unruffled pond and pick out pebbles, the
flatter the better. One by one you'd fling them
skillfully, sidearm, snapping your wrist and
proudly counting the hops. That flat little pebble's the
world of your daily awareness. The pond is
everything else. You fly, you skim, you leap,
you skim that chilly otherness,

you leap a little shorter, skim again.
Every contact slows you and
propels undeviating flight to the next,
a little closer than the last.....

....each skip's
forever's moment rippled by your touch.
(p. 43)

The middle of the book sagged for me, unfortunately: there was a lot of reference to American politicians of varying levels, most of whom I was completely unfamiliar with and thus was unable to grasp any nuance in the references. I also found that the first third or so of the book was broader, with a more philosophical bent in which widely applicable images and ideas like the one quoted above appear. It was a great idea, and the end leaves us waiting to find out what happens next...after the promotional film and gift shop in Satan's headquarters! Steinzor is brave to take on Dante, and I think it works for the most part. Most people I know would never pick up Dante's work, but they may take a peek at this, feeling less intimidated, and be inspired to try the original as well. I know that I'm now putting the original back on my TBR list.

I enjoyed the flashes of humour in the book, mainly wry asides, and the moments of pathos, as when the narrator discovers his grandfather in hell. While I didn't always agree with Steinzor's judgement of who belonged in hell, I was mostly in agreement, with a few exceptions ;) I appreciated his appraisal of many tyrants -- aside from the obvious Hitler, he includes many who were similarly evil even if not a synonym for it in the way that Hitler is. I particularly noted his mention of Stalin and the Holodomor, which is always in my mind, as a person of Ukrainian descent.

I liked the rhythms of it, how the narrative really did carry us through the verse effortlessly. I also enjoyed the fact that the narrator's guide through hell is Dante himself, leading to lots of
self-referential asides. Some of the images were pretty grotesque while others were simply dreary and sad. It was a suitably nightmarish setting, and seemed overhung with a dark, shadowy fog. I can't really imagine hell as a chipper, sunny place, so this worked perfectly for my imagination!

If you're already a fan of the original, you may find this an interesting take on it from a modern, though very American, perspective. It's curious to find a modern Jewish-Buddhist visiting a Christian hell, but then, hell is what we make it, isn't it?

Seth Steinzor’s website: To Join the Lost

TLC Book Tours site for To Join the Lost: November Tour

Thank you to the author and TLC Book Tours for sending me this review copy.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Oyeyemi's Mr. Fox

Mr. Fox / Helen Oyeyemi
Toronto: Penguin, c2011.
256 p.

Mr. Fox is a twisted tale, featuring a writer and his muse fencing with stories. St. John Fox is a writer who has a startling propensity to kill off the women in his stories. Mary Foxe is his muse, though as Rob Mclennan has suggested in his review, perhaps "muse" is the wrong term... Mary seems more of a partner, a check on his imagination. She decides to challenge St. John on his writing habits, and they begin to share a series of stories showing facets of love and violence.

It's really difficult to summarize this novel, so I'm going to do something I don't often do: share some of the publisher's summary, as they seem to have captured the essence of this book --

Fairy-tale romances end with a wedding, and the fairy tales don't get complicated. In this book, the celebrated writer Mr. Fox can't stop himself from killing off the heroines of his novels, and neither can his wife, Daphne. It's not until Mary, his muse, comes to life and transforms him from author into subject that his story begins to unfold differently... Meanwhile, Daphne becomes convinced that her husband is having an affair, and finds her way into Mary and Mr. Fox's game. And so Mr. Fox is offered a choice:
Will it be a life with the girl of his dreams, or a life with an all-too-real woman who delights him more than he cares to admit?
Mary Foxe is a cunning creation, both conjured by St. John's imagination and real in her own right. St. John's a writer, Mary is a writer, and his wife Daphne is also a writer. The three converge in an ending that dazzled me with its originality. All three are examined deeply, and while I personally felt that St. John is a real arse, he's dealt with in a non-judgemental way -- the point of the story is not to condemn him, but to explore what makes him turn to decapitation and murder as a means of solving the problem of an ending in his stories. And, to question why he turns to his writing and his imaginary inspiration rather than to his very real wife.

The stories jump from narrator to narrator, and setting and time frame, and it often takes a page or two to sort it out and situate yourself in the new tale. While it could have felt disjointed, to me it felt more kaleidoscopic: the stories were shards of the same premise, all tumbling around together in one container, creating different images and patterns with each turn. While it was hard work at times, it was also startling and shocking and beautiful and horrible to read. Oyeyemi's voice is very much her own; this reminded me of her other books yet she's created a wholly new story here. Influenced by the tale of Bluebeard, she puts her own spin on the concept and creates something that shines with her particular brand of brilliance.

I don't have to understand every word of Oyeyemi's work to be swept up in the charm and talent she exhibits in her storytelling. I may have to go back and reread some of this one to really follow the progression of things. However, it's another strong addition to Oyeyemi's already enviable oeuvre.


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About the Author:
Helen Oyeyemi was born in Nigeria in 1984 and raised in London. She is the author of three novels: The Icarus Girl, which was completed before her nineteenth birthday; The Opposite House, which was nominated for the 2008 Hurston/Wright Legacy Award; and White is for Witching, which was nominated for a 2009 Shirley Jackson award and won the 2010 Somerset Maugham Award. She is also the author of two plays, Juniper’s Whitening and Victimese.



BLOG TOUR SCHEDULE

Tales of a Ranting Ginger - Oct 24
Snowdrop Dreams of Books - Oct 25
Just a Lil’ Lost - Oct 26
In the Next Room - Oct 27
Evie Bookish - Oct 28

Florence in Print - Oct 31

A Bookworm’s World - Nov 1

Krystal’s Stellar Book Blog - Nov 2

Hands and Home - Nov 4


Thank you Bronwyn from Penguin Canada for organizing this fantastic blog tour! :)

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Smartest Woman I Know


The Smartest Woman I Know / Ilene Beckerman
Chapel Hill, NC: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, c2011.
99 p.

This charming book -- from the author probably best known for Love, Loss and What I Wore -- came to me via TLC Book Tours. I'm so glad I was offered a chance to read this, because I likely wouldn't have known about it otherwise. I don't usually search out small illustrated books like this one -- I don't intentionally ignore them but they aren't really on my radar. But this was a delight to read!

In this volume, Ilene Beckerman (known as Gingy) tells us the story of her life with her grandparents, whom she lived with from the age of 12 on, in their store/home on Madison Avenue, New York City. It's a form of memoir, detailing her life experience in relation to her grandparents. She focuses on her grandmother, the amazing 4'10" Ettie, who was never short of words. Throughout the book, Ettie's commentary on the life she's led, the men around her, the expectations of society, the role of her granddaughters, and her conversations with God pepper the text, either embedded in the tale or highlighted in little coloured bubbles on the page. Ettie, unlike most Jewish grandmothers, didn't cook and spend all her time in the kitchen -- in fact, she spent most of her time at the counter of her store, chatting with regular customers and running a tight ship.

Ettie Goldberg was full of advice, and Beckerman shares a lot of it. For example:

  • You better eat something while you're waiting for a free lunch.
  • Feed your stomach and the rest will take care of itself.
  • A husband is like buying new shoes. You might see something you fall in love with right away, but if it's not a good fit, it will never make you happy.
  • Sometimes life is all about the song you sing.

One of the delights of this book is its format. The storytelling is accompanied by colour and illustration. There are pen sketches, and photos cut-and-pasted with additional drawing in a collage type image. Near the beginning there's a map of New York with her grandparents' stationery store drawn on to it. As I was reading I couldn't help thinking of it as a great example of art journaling, polished up a bit to share with others.

I found the storytelling straightforward, touching, funny, endearing and so enjoyable. Beckerman has a gift for choosing just the right story to tell, just the right details to shape the tale. She sketches out the characters in her life and captures their individuality beautifully.

I know I'll be sharing this one. It reminded me of my own grandmother (who I miss terribly) and the things she used to say, things that I find myself saying often. Like when something disappointing happened to us as children -- she's always shrug and say "Well, it's better than a kick in the head with a frozen boot." Or the one time that my sister was complaining about yet another boyfriend's deficiencies, and my normally staid grandmother came out with "They all look the same in the dark." While my family was very different from Beckerman's, there is still that attachment to our grandmothers that is such a common thread.

The publisher, Algonquin, is very generously offering a giveaway of this book to three lucky readers! (U.S./Canada only) If you want a chance to win a copy of this lovely little book, just leave a comment sharing something your grandmother used to say. Let's celebrate the wisdom of our grandmothers :)

Remember to leave an email or a way to contact you in your comment in case you win -- if you have a blog and I can find your contact info there, that is fine. I'll be drawing names randomly on the last day of the blog tour (Nov.8) and will let you know after that if you were one of the lucky ones!

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Special thanks to Lisa from TLC for sending me this book.

Check out the other stops on this blog tour to read their thoughts on the book, and for additional chances to win a copy!


Monday, October 17th: Arriving at Your Own Door
Thursday, October 20th: Books Distilled
Saturday, October 22nd: A Life Sustained
Monday, October 24th: Sarah Reads Too Much
Tuesday, October 25th:Quinceberry
Wednesday, October 26th: Patricia’s Wisdom
Thursday, October 27th: Suko’s Notebook
Tuesday, November 1st: Overstuffed
Wednesday, November 2nd:The Indextrious Reader
Thursday, November 3rd: Evolution You
Friday, November 4th: Colloquium
Monday, November 7th: Life in Review
Tuesday, November 8th: Lesa’s Book Critiques

Friday, April 01, 2011

Marthe Jocelyn's Scribbling Women






Toronto: Tundra Books, c2011.

198 p.


This post is part of a blog tour for Marthe Jocelyn's latest book. Today is the final and fifth day of the tour, which has been going on all of this week. A list of all the participating blogs can be found at Tundra Books -- check out all the posts for many perspectives on this book and various interviews and special features by the bloggers involved.


To summarize this book quickly, it is a collection of eleven biographies of women who wrote, sometimes for publication and sometimes simply in private. The key connecting factor is that their writing was saved for future generations -- us -- to be able to read and feel that perhaps we now know a little more about the women of our collective past. It is aimed at middle grade/high school readers, and the level of detail and writing style are perfectly matched to this audience. I'd easily give it to any girl I know; actually, for that matter, any boy as well, because why should girls be the only ones to be interested in women's lives? I think opening our eyes to other lives and other ways of living is vital for both genders, at all ages.


The title comes from a dismissive comment made by Nathaniel Hawthorne in 1855, at a time when many women were making their meagre livings by writing for papers and magazines -- he refers to them as a horde of scribbling women, interfering with the potential popularity of his own works. As another blogger suggested earlier in the week, perhaps it was sour grapes?


In any case, this book is a delight to read. Jocelyn explores the lives of women of many cultures and many eras. It is organized chronologically, which works well, and begins in distant Japan with Sei Shonagon, famous list maker. It moves through women who were journal keepers, letter writers, journalists, a slave making a record of her life, adventurers and writers of fiction and facts. Although I found all of the very different women's stories fascinating, I was most engaged personally by Isabella Beeton's story. Isabella (1836-1865) was an amazingly energetic woman, who grew up in a very unconventional setting -- a very large blended family whose stepfather moved them all in to his workplace at the Epsom Racetrack. They lived in the racetrack buildings, offices and halls. At a fairly young age she married and became the business equal of her husband, a magazine publisher who did alright in business but better once Isabella came along. She industriously wrote pieces for all of his papers. She also solicited and edited pieces and eventually created her masterpiece, Mrs. Beeton's Book of Household Management. She edited this collection of columns from the magazine pieces they had published, and created a book the likes of which had never been seen before, a true compendium of household wisdom for new household managers (ie: young, unprepared newly married women). It included cooking advice from very basic on up, recipes for serving invalids, cleaning and household maintenance advice and much more. It was also a bestseller. Isabella was a genius at the modern advice offered to writers to "repurpose your content"! She used. rewrote and reused much of her work to profit from it in multiple ways. Sadly, she met the fate of many women of the era, clever and industrious and successful as they might be. She died of puerperal fever after giving birth to a fourth son, at the young age of 28.


There are thrilling lives outlined in this book, with just enough information given to whet the appetite. It won't overwhelm younger readers, and will hopefully inspire older readers to search out more information on many of these intriguing women. I really enjoyed reading this and found it illuminating both for the factual lives of these women and for the recognition of lesser known lives. The respect given to women's daily life shines through in Jocelyn's writing and is much appreciated.





I also had the chance to talk to Marthe about her own life as a "Scribbling Woman" -- the conversation follows:




ME: Something I found very appealing about your book was the wide variety of women you highlighted. There are both women who wrote in personal forms like letters or journals, and women who made their living by their words. This made me wonder, what inspired you to make a career as a "Scribbling Woman"? Can you give us a sense of how your career developed?




MJ: From when I was about 25 until I was a little past 40, I had a small business designing and making toys and children's clothing. Choosing fabrics and combining odd patterns was part of that, as well as creating characters whose facial expressions changed with the tilt of a needle and thread. This was all background for when I had my own daughters and began to read them the stories I'd loved a kid, alongside the many brilliant new ones published in the intervening years. I was re-hooked on children's books, with the tickle of a thought that I might be able to write one. (That's a common thought, by the way, amongst people who become parents, but the truth is that children's books are VERY hard to write!) My toys were seen by an art director at Dutton who thought that the 'handmade' style would translate to illustration. I submitted a version of my collaged picture book, Hannah and the Seven Dresses, at about the same time I began work on a chapter book called The Invisible Day. The idea for that one came in response to my daughter's wish to walk to school alone in New York City. "Ha ha!" I said. "You'd have to be invisible!" And ping! That teeny idea grew into a story. Both books were bought by Dutton eventually, and I was on my way...




ME: I especially enjoyed the story of Isabella Beeton, who was a real powerhouse, equal to her husband in his publishing business. Did you come to have favourites among the women you profiled, or are all the women included some of your favourites among all the subjects you must have researched originally? How did you go about researching all of these varied lives?




MJ: The one question I dreaded most on this blog tour was that I'd likely be asked to choose a favourite. But, as you suggest, these eleven were all favourites, winnowed out of a field of about forty considerations. I didn't necessarily 'like' all these women, or want them as friends, but something about their stories I already knew of the more renowned women - Nellie Bly, Harriet Jacobs, Isabella Beeton - but as soon as my radar was turned on to receive signals about obscure women writers, I began to get recommendations from friends and friends-of-friends for possible subjects. I also made a point of seeking out odd documents in historical societies and places that might have been ignored by most other children's writers so far.




ME: I think you created a really great mix of women's lives in this book - have you ever considered creating a second volume with more of the women you have looked at during your research?




MJ: YES, I'd love to do a follow-up volume. I have many more women & girls deserving attention.




ME: I have a particular interest in both letter writing and journaling. Considering that some of the Scribbling Women in this book were journalers, and that your teen novel "Mable Riley" is a fictional diary set in our own town of Stratford, I am guessing that you find journals interesting as well. Do you keep a journal, and if so, how important is it to a writer to have such a resource?




MJ: I have kept a diary at a couple of points in my life, both times when starting a new chapter - moving to a new place - but each time I soon felt self-conscious and lost interest, finding that it took too long to put into words the fleeting and intangible sensations I was having. Point-form lists of impressions were more lasting for me, even re-reading later. What I could see from a train window, for instance, or the foods offered for breakfast in a foreign city. Maybe that's why Sei Shonagon's lists appealed to me so much, in her collection called The Pillow Book. Even her list headings are evocative: Repulsive things, Elegant things, Things that make me happy, Things that cannot be compared... I do keep a "writer's notebook" which is a little different from a personal journal. It contains lists - from shopping lists and to-do lists to the 'impression' lists I mentioned before, as well as snatches of overheard conversation, the occasional drawing, notes scribbled down when I attend talks by other writers, and random snatches of stories I'm working on. So, it's a record of sorts, but mostly of the disarray of my own thoughts.




ME: You've written many different kinds of books, from picture books to juvenile and teen novels to nonfiction books such as this one, and they are all equally impressive. How do you approach each kind of writing project -- is there a difference in how you create each kind of book?




MJ: Yes, every book is different of course, even within the same genre. And as you say, I like to try many types of books, usually more than one at a time. It is hard to work on one thing for more than two or three hours a day because the brain gets tired. I find if I have a novel unfolding alongside a picture book where I'm working on illustrations, I can go back and forth easily, mulling one subconsciously while working on the other and doubling my work day.




ME: Do you have any specific writing 'rituals' that you are superstitious about, or that help you get your writing done, besides having more than one project underway at a time?




MJ: I'm not really superstitious - except of course believing that if I don't write then nothing will get written. I often try to set a daily word count or a number of hours or a certain section to finish, just so it feels like a do-able amount and not a whole book! I tend to drink tea while I work, but I know it's just tea and not a magic potion...




ME: Well, I'm not sure I can totally agree with the idea that tea isn't a magical potion! It is certainly one of the necessities of my bookish days as well.


You conclude this book by making a Sei Shonagon inspired list of Things I Want To Learn More About (which, as a librarian & research addict, I loved!) Is this kind of curiosity vital to being a writer? Or are there other traits or habits that you think are essential for writers to have?




MJ: Hmm, I think curiosity IS essential, especially for a non-fiction writer. And I think we have to be good listeners, not always concerned with telling our own story but caring more about hearing what other stories are unfolding around us.




ME: I love the idea of listening to the other stories unfolding around us. That is kind of what we do as readers as well, don't you think? Thanks, Marthe, for answering a few questions and giving us a glimpse of your own writing life.




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Marthe Jocelyn is a Stratford based writer and illustrator whose latest book is on "tour" of many blogs this week. Don't forget to check out Tundra's great contest to win a copy of each of Marthe's 28 books -- just leave a comment on this post or on any other Scribbling Women post that's been part of the tour. (details here)

I can personally recommend Earthly Astonishments, Mable Riley, and Folly... three of her teen novels that I really, really enjoyed! And her picture books are great fun as well :)



Don't forget to follow the blog tour on to the next stop, at The Nervous Marigold.