June, 2009

Submissions update

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

‘Nother rejection today. Kristin Nelson liked the first two pages when I read them aloud at the conference, but I got this note in my e-mail today: “You have a lot of talent. Ultimately I’m just an agent who leans a bit more commercial in her literary tastes. I know I’m not going to have the right vision for a work this literary.”

It’s another example of how subjective agents’ taste in manuscripts can be. My last rejection said the work was too commercial and not literary enough. So, onward! Out there somewhere is a bear that’s the right size for this bowl of porridge.

Why tri?

Monday, June 15th, 2009
Because it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Sunday morning in the bloom of summer, is best begun while submerged in a lake, among two hundred thrashing limbs, on a gadarene for a distant rubber bouy.

E and me, getting into our rubber superwoman suits

E and me, getting into our superwoman suits

Time to finish: 2 hours, 35 minutes, 8 seconds.

Cost to enter: $70

Cost of two Bloody Marys after the race: priceless.

Miscellany: Troutdale’s Blue Lake is actually rather brown.

What is your novel about?

Saturday, June 13th, 2009

From One Thousand and One NightsTHE IDIOT’S TALE is magical realist novel that combines the dark fable quality of Patrick Suskind’s Perfume with the multicultural family dynamics of Diana Abu-Jaber’s Arabian Jazz.

Born with blue skin, Elspeth Najjar is an outcast Palestinian Christian girl. In Arab folklore, blue is the color of magic, djinns, and protection against evil. In an upscale neighborhood in the Sacramento suburbs, it is nothing but a medical condition, and it offers no protection against a mother whose postpartum depression escalates into a full-scale mental breakdown.

When Elspeth is put in the care of a crazy aunt, she finds refuge in the family’s folktales—tales that also hold the coded history of how and why the Najjars left Nazareth for America. These dark stories once estranged her aunt from everyone; but for Elspeth, they become her only knowledge of the outside world. It is a world of exile, enchantment, ravening monsters, and murdered children whose ghosts lead soldiers astray. The stories, like all stories, hold filaments: strands of perception that weave into images, affecting whoever sees them.

As Elspeth learns to re-weave the filaments and use their power to change how the family sees her, she doesn’t notice how they are changing her. While events in the Middle East build toward the Second Intifada, she weaves a tale that could heal her family’s rifts, or become their worst memory yet.

Review of “Shanghai Girls,” by Lisa See

Saturday, June 13th, 2009

shanghai_girlsIn her sixth novel, “Shanghai Girls,” Lisa See returns to historical China — for her, familiar terrain. This time she begins in 1937 Shanghai, the “Paris of Asia,” in its splendid, unsuspecting weeks before the Japanese invasion. See, who has already written two best-sellers about women who chafe against tradition, now explores a slightly different frontier of the same idea — what traditions we reject while at home but reclaim as exiles.

May and Pearl are “beautiful girls,” the Shanghai version of fashion models. They are also sisters, and when their Westernized father surprises them by arranging their marriages to pay off a gambling debt, they believe that their futures have been rewritten by a fool. Yet when the Japanese destroy Shanghai and all bets for the future are off, they find themselves compelled into a new destiny — fleeing the city, facing rape, starvation and terror. They find passage to America, where their new husbands await them.

Read more. (From The Oregonian, June 12, 2009.)

Submissions update

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

Last week, I sent out two full manuscripts and two partials. Yesterday I got a rejection on one of the fulls, with revision ideas. I’ll take it as a good sign that THE IDIOT’S TALE’s first rejection letter was personal and helpful–unlike the gajillion quarter-sheet rejection slips from literary mags, which I have collected on a nail next to my desk since college.

So: onward.