Yesterday, I taped the first interview promoting my novel Deadly Fall. Susan Toy, of Alberta Books Canada, arranged the interview with Brenda Finley of CKUA radio.  

I was pretty nervous, especially since I didn’t know the questions in advance. Brenda drove through winter rush hour traffic from SAIT to my home in southeast Calgary.  With little preamble, she did a voice check and began the interview. Despite my nerves, I enjoyed answering her questions. Mainly, she asked about my individual story characters. What made this really good, is that she had read the book completely from an advance copy. She taped 12 1/2 minutes and plans to edit them down to 10 for the show. 

One thing Brenda does with editing – I found this interesting – is, where she can, delete her question and string the interviewees responses together. I had noticed, from listening to previous shows, that there wasn’t a lot of Brenda in her interviews and the writers often talked at length.

I think it was during the taping – not just in our post talk chat – that Brenda referred to the sex scene in my novel. I joked that she should make sure to leave that comment in. It might sell a few books.  

CKUA plans to air the interview on Sunday, March 6th at 12:30 PM. Right after the program, they archive it on the  website so you can listen to it there. http://www.ckua.com/pages/bookmark. I hope I come across okay. I think I said some interesting things. It won’t be boring. 

Thanks, Susan, for arranging this and Brenda, for reading my book and appreciating my work.

My online writer-friend Teri Vlassopoulos wrote this post about our online writing support group and its recent accomplishments. especially a huge award nomination for Darcie Friesen Hossack. I get name-dropped in the post.  

http://www.bibliographic.net/2011/02/11/go-team/

Two years ago, my husband Will and I spent a couple of weeks in Los Angeles and San Diego, California. After we got home, I started a novel about two women who travel from Calgary to southern California on a quest. About half of the novel turned out to be set in an undescribed location roughly a two-hour drive southeast of LA and a similar distance north of San Diego. It was an area I had never visited.

This  January, we had another opportunity to visit San Diego. To research the book, we tacked on a four-day road trip to explore my story setting. I still intended to keep the locale an imagined place, but wanted to pinpoint it and make it more believable and authentic, with local colour and details like vegetation suitable for the setting and time of year. The story takes place in January.

We left Calgary in minus twenty degrees Celsius weather, with light snow, and arrived to sunshine and above twenty degree C temperatures in San Diego. My characters will also experience that pleasant jolt from winter to summer – flowers in bloom, palm trees and roads that never experience snow or ice. We picked up our rental car, changed into shorts and drove the freeway to Murietta Springs, a resort community, and the towns immediately to the north of it. I realized I would have to modify my concept of the story setting, which included (1) a holiday retreat between two valleys, isolated from the surrounding world – retreat visitors couldn’t see out and others couldn’t see the retreat from a distance (2) lots of trees blocking the views out and in and lining the entry dirt road (3) within the retreat, Mediterranean vegetation such as citrus trees (4) a small lonely older town outside the retreat, with a single motel, that serves as the retreat gateway. 

Right away, I saw my desired isolation was going to be a problem. I should have realized that this part of California is endless suburb stretching from LA through Anaheim (Disneyland) until it meets the San Diego suburban belt.  I had some hope between Murietta and Perris when we passed pockets of farmland not yet developed. There was a dirt road to low rolling hills that might, with a stretch, conceal a retreat. 

Trees, other than planted ones, are almost non-existent in this region, which is, essentially, dessert. Irrigation would be needed for my citrus and other crops.  The retreat gardener, a major character, would mention irrigation in the book.  

We spent our first night at Lake Elsinore, a holiday boating town. Dinner at a Mexican restaurant reminded me to include Latinos among my local characters. 

The second day we drove through Corona, a pleasant looking place we fantasied about spending a month in some winter. Corona merged into Riverside, where we visited the California Citrus State Historic Park, a tourist attraction that I highly recommended. Around the time of the California Gold Rush, entrepreneurs planted the first Californian oranges in Riverside. In the long run, citrus and other produce turned out to be the real California gold. In addition to taking you through the world history of citrus, the park includes walks through citrus groves like the ones that covered the whole region before suburban development. We picked oranges and grapefruits to sample on the spot. The park made me really want to keep the citrus trees on my retreat, with the added feature of guests being allowed to pick and eat as many as they like. 

That night, we stayed at the Riverside Mission Inn, a large, rambling historic hotel that, with its decor, odd crannies and walkways, made us feel away-from-it-all in the heart of the city.  It may be possible, I thought, to create a retreat that feels isolated from its surrounding world and encroaching suburbia. 

Surely, that thought justifies the splurge of the Mission Inn as research.

Day three took us high into the San Bernardino mountains. Thousands of feet of elevation led to an  environment more reminiscent of Canada than southern California. Pines and large deciduous trees. An alpine village on a lake. Mounds of snow. We followed the steep, winding roads to the Mojave desert on the other side of the mountains. Here was vast flat land dotted with sage and scrub – no place for my retreat to hide and the land is too high and cool for citrus trees. I was ready to turn back, when we arrived at Pearsblossom, a small town that struck me as perfect for the town in my story. Single motel. Small houses scattered among cacti. To the left, rolling hills where my retreat might nestle. 

We took a side road into the hills and, within minutes, saw a sign for a religious retreat. We turned in, but were too shy to look around. So, retreats can be here, hidden by hills and the enormous San Bernardino range. Continuing along the road, we passed ski and toboggan slopes packed with families from the Los Angeles area out to experience their one day a year of northern winter.

I could re-set my novel here, an easy drive from LA. The region has the isolation I want for the story and a town even more suitable than the one I envisioned. But no citrus. Would olive trees work? Would the mountains shade the retreat too much? I want sunshine – a feeling of California. 

After a spending the night in Riverside, we drove the San Moreno valley – more suburbs – to farms, a golf course, rural land. Finally, we were outside the Los Angeles and San Diego metropolitan zones.

We reached San Jacinto and Hemet, two older towns now popular with retirees and young people seeking affordable homes. Luxury houses staggered up the hillsides, next to citrus groves. One of those valleys might contain my retreat. Valle Vista, past Hemet, was too modern for my gateway town, but might work. Trees to conceal the retreat could be planted. Irrigation would come from streams falling from the mountains backdropping the region. 

My setting will need some modifications. In addition to changing the nature of the town, I’ll have to shift the citrus groves to the other side of my retreat valley. But now I’ve found the spot, picked up details for local atmosphere and had a fun and memorable trip.

Sometimes I read a novel that’s so good I want to tell everyone to read it. Room by Emma Donoghue is one of those books.   

Room was a buzz book last year.  It won the 2010 Booker Prize and received attention for it topical subject matter. The story is narrated by Jack, a five-year old boy, whose mother was kidnapped at age 19. For the past seven years Ma has been held hostage in an eleven foot square room.  Jack was born in Room, as he calls it. He believes there is no real world outside of Room. All he knows is TV, which he thinks is a fantasy land showing various planets, such as the hospital planet and assorted cartoon planets.

Jack’s view of everything is unique. I had to pay close attention to always understand what he was talking about. The novel grabbed me from the start and moved along at a fast pace, thanks to an abundance of dialogue, initially between Jack and Ma and later between Jack and the people he encounters Outside. Jack’s escape from room is as gripping as a thriller.

My only quibbles were occasional words or thoughts of Jack that didn’t quite ring true for me, even coming from a child raised in his unusual situation. I felt them the author’s devices to make a point. These occasions were rare, it would be impossible for any author dealing with this material to nail every word for every reader and these moments didn’t detract from my appreciation of the book. 

Despite being creepy at times, Room is an enjoyable read that will stick with me a long time.