“There’s a parallel between the time my novel takes place and today, just as there is a parallel between Roosevelt and Obama. And if you want to be reassured, it’s reassuring to remember we have often endured a high level of uncivilized discourse and vitriol — Yes! We have!”
by Evelyn Somers
The credentials Cohen read were diverse and impressive, but not as impressive as Amy Bloom in person. The word “commanding” came to mind as I watched her on the stage.
It was a different book when I started: a two-strand narrative weaving a modern story with a 19th-century one. Eventually, the 1830s characters took over, and their story became the present book.
My parents were Brooklynites, urban Jews who moved to a rural town in New Jersey after they married. We were raised to believe we were in exile, that somewhere a better place awaited us where we would truly be at home. I’ve done a lot of moving around in my life, looking for that place, and eventually I found it in my work.
When I finally began to write about what I knew (it’s obvious— but it’s not obvious until you know what it is you know!) it felt like opening a door and coming home. This wasn’t really a matter of the subjects—people, relationships, families: I’d tried all that before. It was a matter of the voice; it was that I discovered what I sounded like, what I needed to sound like, to tell my truth about what I saw.
by Evelyn Somers
There’s nothing monotonous about the intensity of Hadley’s perspective, even if her gaze is often turned on the details of daily life.
“Wendi’s situation was an incredibly unique one. Some days she would feel great and we would accomplish as much as we could, and some days she would feel bad and we’d just have to make decisions without her and hope they were the right ones. When she put out the call for book blurbs, I was absolutely inundated with emails. I think that’s indicative of both her talent and the person she was, always bringing people together and inspiring them.