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Savikko Park Field Resurfacing Continues through August 21

Parks and Recreation Special Events - Tue, 07/22/2014 - 9:11am
Date of Event: Tuesday, Jul 22 - Admirality Construction will begin resurfacing the ball fields at Savikko Park this week. The expected completion date is August 21, 2014. The ball fields will not be available for public use during the project.
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Deb: Is Your Beginning Good Enough?

49 Writers - Tue, 07/22/2014 - 7:00am

I don't normally enter writing contests (not that I'm opposed to them), but three years ago, I submitted the first three pages of what was then my WIP (work in progress) to the Guide to Literary Agents literary fiction contest. To my surprise, I won - or rather, my beginning did.
Even so, I ended up revising the beginning of what is now my latest novel, and I'm glad I did. Here’s what Publishers Weekly says about how the novel begins now:
This lyrically written coming-of-age story from Vanasse grabs you from the opening line and never lets go: “I am a poem, Sylvie once thought, swollen like a springtime river, light swirled in dark, music and memory.”
Author Sinclair Lewis learned the hard way about the importance of beginnings. Cruising the Atlantic aboard the Queen Elizabeth, he was pleased to see a fellow passenger settle into a deck chair and open his latest novel. She read the first page, got up, and dropped the book over the railing, into the ocean. “If I didn’t know it already,” Lewis told his assistant Barnaby Conrad, “I learned then that the first page – even the first sentence – of one’s article, short story, novel, or nonfiction book is of paramount importance.”
Don’t Try This at Home
Suppose you hand the first 250 words of your manuscript to an actress, who then reads it before a panel of four agents and editors. Each agent raises a hand at the point where his or her interest fades. When two hands are raised, the actress quits reading. Yours doesn’t get read to the end? Don’t feel bad: only 25 percent do.
This was the scenario that played out at a “Writer Idol” event. As reported by Livia Blackburne on the Guide to Literary Agents, there were many reasons the panelists rejected the beginnings. They were generic, or slow. There was too much unrealistic internal narration, or too much information. There were too many clichés, or the writing was unfocused, or the writer seemed to be trying too hard. In her PubRants blog, agent Kristen Nelson elaborates on this latter problem, pointing out that too often authors trying for active beginnings overload them with action.
Ways to Begin
The fundamental purpose of a beginning is simple: it must entice the reader to want more. In Learning to Write Fiction from the Masters, Conrad suggests several types of beginnings that, skillfully rendered, will lure readers into the prose. Conventions of the nineteenth century allowed the luxury of beginning with setting, or a combination of setting and character, strategies that are tougher, though not impossible, to pull off with today’s attention-challenged readers. If you begin with setting, Conrad warns, you need to be masterful with it, as was F. Scott Fitzgerald in launching Tender is the Night, using specific details, imagery, dynamic verbs, foreshadowing, and a hint of conflict.
You can also begin with a provocative thought, though you’ll want to follow it directly with specifics of the story. “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife,” says Jane Austen in the opening of Pride and Prejudice. “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way,” opens Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina.
By no means do beginnings need to be elaborate. The Old Man and the Sea opens like a news story, with the straight facts: “He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.” The appeal can be more emotional, as in the opening sentence of Mary McCarthy’s The Company She Keeps: “She would leave him, she thought, as soon as the petunias bloomed.” Or the novel can open with action: “They threw me off the hay truck about noon,” begins James Cain in The Postman Always Rings Twice. In each of these examples, there’s enough said to engage the reader, and there’s enough left out for the reader to want to know more.
With some beginnings, the reader dives with grace into the story. With others, it’s more of a cannonball splash. In media res takes the reader directly into the middle of a scene. Opening with dialogue has the same effect. When you’re suddenly immersed in a scene, you grab for bits to hang onto. You want to puzzle your way to some clarity. In short, you’re hooked.
Character beginnings prove equally enticing. Look no farther than Conrad’s Lord Jim or Nabokov’s Lolita for proof that a book can open successfully with character. Also endearing is the author’s appeal to the reader, as in Melville’s “Call me Ishmael,” or Twain’s “You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, but that don’t matter.” Conrad calls this author-to-reader appeal “disarming, confidential, effective, and somewhat old-fashioned,” but given today’s emphasis on voice, it seems more than modern.
Ending Thoughts on Beginnings
It’s all too easy to get attached to our beginnings. Because they come to us first, they soon feel indelible.  Remember - they’re not.
To weigh in on what makes a good beginning, check out the “Flog a Pro” feature at Writer Unboxed.
Co-founder of 49 WritersDeb Vanasse has authored more than a dozen books. Her most recent work is Cold Spell, part of the Alaska Literary Series by the University of Alaska Press. Deb lives and works on Hiland Mountain outside of Anchorage, Alaska, and at a cabin near the Matanuska Glacier. Portions of this post have been published previously.
Would you like to write a guest post relevant to Alaska’s literary community? Email 49writers (at) gmail.com or debvanasse (at) gmail.com.

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Alaska Shorts: "Tending to Our Own" and "Baptized" by Kristina Cranston

49 Writers - Mon, 07/21/2014 - 7:00am
Tending to Our Own
In death, we turn over our loved ones, ourselves, to strangers; our lifeless corpses vulnerable to the preparation and attention of professionals in sterile, chemical environments.

In death, we've grown accustomed to the removal of useless organs and the drainage of once vital blood, replacing with embalming fluid preservatives, fighting decay, even in death.

Washed and dried, oiled and waxed, combed and preened, dressed in our best, we lay ready for our final viewing, disinfected with the promise of delayed decomposition.

Gone are the days we tended to our own, mothers and daughters, sisters and aunts, friends and neighbors working together, washing remains with loving hands and scented soaps, bodies touched by salty tears and clean smelling powders.

Gone are the days we gathered together in intimate fellowship, in homes and on mountain sides, celebrating the transition from life to death, saying goodbye, guarded by our men, our brothers, our families.

Tending to our own has become a lost art, a lost humbling opportunity for reverence, a lost process and forgotten practice; the new way has become a silent empty space in our culture, societal bonds even more broken.
BaptizedI welcome the rain, nature's shower, accompanied by the wind, carrying stories and songs and hints of conversations from some other place, some other time.

The cold droplets speckle my face if I dare to look up, to face what's coming.

Coupled with Wind, they nudge at my heart, my steps, and my mood.

Pushing me gently with soft pressure, much like my great grandmother who had lost her strength, but still held her power.

Clouds release their bounty on us below, cleansing, opening pores, washing away secret sins and screaming blemishes.

I am baptized in the rain, no witness necessary.
Kristina Cranston is a 43 year old Alaskan mother, grandmother, sister, auntie, and daughter. She is part Tlingit from Haines, and belongs to the Eagle Moiety/Thunderbird Clan. She was raised in Mountain View, a diverse neighborhood in Anchorage, and spent her summers in Haines and Klukwan, balancing the two worlds of village life and city life. Kristina helps her significant other run an art gallery in the beautiful seaside community ofSitka. She has been writing since she was a teenager, and has learned to embrace life and what it offers through this process.
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Linda: 49 Writers Weekly Roundup

49 Writers - Fri, 07/18/2014 - 7:00am

Deb Vanasse and Melinda MoustakisIt was a rare treat to get to talk to both 49 Writers co-founders in the same day! On Monday, Deb Vanasse attended the reading by Melinda Moustakis at the UAA Campus Bookstore. Deb's latest novel, Cold Spell (University of Alaska Press), makes an excellent summer reading choice. Melinda's award-winning collection of linked short stories about an inimitable family of Kenai Peninsula homesteaders, Bear Down, Bear North, is now available in paperback. She was cheered on from the audience by a number of her own relatives, whose stories are the origin of many of her fictionalized tales (that stretched in the telling like a true fish story). The recipient of a current NEA fellowship, Melinda is getting ready to start her stint at Kenyon College as the 2014-2016 Kenyon Review Fellow in Fiction. But first, she looks forward to beginning her annual Alaskan fishing trip, far from her writer's desk. Fans of her work will be happy to know she continues to write about the characters you first met in the pages of her debut book and we look forward to seeing their further adventures in print.
As to our other esteemed co-founder—Andromeda Romano-Lax is indeed back in Anchorage from Taiwan (via the Philippines) to teach in UAA's MFA summer residency. It's great to see her looking revitalized by her Asian travel experiences. After a year's absence, Andromeda will be teaching two classes in our fall season. Details of these workshops and others will be announced before the end of August. 
The Northern Renaissance Arts & Science summer reading series, part of the UAA MFA program residency, continues this weekend (see details below). Still to come: Elizabeth Bradfield, Carolyn Turgeon, Sherry Simpson, Rich Chiapon, Nancy Lord, Jo-Ann Mapson, Craig Childs, David Stevenson, John P. O'Grady, Anne Caston, and Distinguished Guest Fiction Writers Padgett Powell.

The Brother Francis Shelter in Anchorage is looking for volunteers to teach writing workshops to their guests, as part of an initiative to bring artistic programs to the shelter. If you are interested in learning more, please contact VISTA Scott Wiser at swiser@cssalaska.org.
Events in Anchorage

Tonight, Friday, July 18, 5pm, Blue Hollomon Gallery, 3555 Arctic Boulevard: Reception for Homer author Tom Kizzia (Pilgrim's Wilderness), followed by 6:30pm reading and Q&A session.

Tomorrow, Saturday, July 19, 8pm, UAA Arts Building, Room 150: Northern Renaissance Arts & Sciences Readings Series, in conjunction with UAA MFA Summer Residency, presents readings by Elizabeth Bradfield, Carolyn Turgeon, and Sherry Simpson.

Sunday, July 20, 8pm, UAA Arts Building, Room 150: Northern Renaissance Arts & Sciences Readings Series, in conjunction with UAA MFA Summer Residency, presents readings by Rich Chiappone, Nancy Lord, and Jo-Ann Mapson.

Monday, July 21, 8pm, UAA Arts Building, Room 150: Northern Renaissance Arts & Sciences Readings Series, in conjunction with UAA MFA Summer Residency, presents readings by Distinguised Guest Fiction Writer Padgett Powell and Craig Childs.

Tuesday, July 22, 8pm, UAA Arts Building, Room 150: Northern Renaissance Arts & Sciences Readings Series, in conjunction with UAA MFA Summer Residency, presents readings by David Stevenson, John P. O'Grady, and Anne Caston.

Saturday, July 26, 1-2pm, Palmer Public Library and via video-conference: Join Dan Bigley (Beyond the Bear) and readers at other libraries in the OWL Project to hear his story about triumphing over a devastating tragedy. Bring your questions and join in the conversation.

Around the State
July 20-26The Island Institute hosts the Sitka Symposium at Sheldon Jackson Campus in Sitka. This year's theme, "Radical Imagining: Changing the Story With Stories of Change" will explore dominant narratives of our culture in relation to the challenges of our time, and consider empowering stories of transformative change initiated by people in communities large and small.
During the Symposium, individual faculty talks will be held at the Yaw Chapel on Sheldon Jackson Campus. These talks are open to anyone not able to attend the Symposium full time. $25 per talk, pay at the door.

Tuesday, July 22, 9am: Molly Sturges
Wednesday, July 23, 9amAlan Weisman
Thursday, July 24, 9am: Winona LaDuke
Friday, July 25, 9amLuis Urrea

July 22-28: The Wrangell Mountain Writing Workshop in McCarthy presents: True Story, with Tom Kizzia, Frank Soos, and Nancy Cook. During this five-day workshop, writers will explore the craft of creative nonfiction: drafting compelling narratives that tell true stories. Click here for more information.

August 22-24Center for Alaska Coastal Studies' Peterson Bay Field Station (across Kachemak Bay from Homer): Line by Line in Kachemak Bay: a writer and artist retreat led by Marilyn Sigman and Marilyn Kirkham. Registration $225, including water taxi transportation, food, two nights lodging, and a journal. For more information and to sign up, contact info@akcoastalstudies.org or 907-235-6667.

Opportunities for Alaskan Writers

Did you know that if you're an Alaskan writer you can get listed for free in the Alaska Writers Directory? It's easy to do, just click here to complete the online form. If you're already listed, do check your information to make sure it's current--updates can be submitted using the same form. As Alaska Book Week approaches (Oct. 4-11, 2014), it's a great way for schools, book clubs, and other groups to connect with writers to invite to their Alaska Book Week celebration.

Need an author photo for your upcoming book? Affinityfilms, Inc., an Anchorage non-profit, will create your photo in exchange for a donation to the organization. Visit their website to contact them and make a donation online. Big thanks to Mary Katzke for this generous offer.

Rasmuson Foundation is now accepting its next round of applications from all previous Rasmuson Individual Artist Award Recipients for its Artist Residency Program. Online applications for 2015 residencies will be accepted now through August 15, 2014. Questions about the program can be directed to Program Coordinator Jeremy Pataky at jeremy.pataky (at) gmail.com or 907-244-7717.

The Alaska Literary Awards, established in 2014 by the Alaska Arts and Culture Foundation through a generous gift from Peggy Shumaker and Joe Usibelli, are accepting applications. The Alaska Literary Awards recognize and support writers of poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, playwriting, screenwriting, and mixed genres. Any Alaska writer over the age of 18 who is not a full-time student is eligible to apply. Quality of the work submitted is the primary consideration in determining who receives the awards. There are no restrictions on the writer’s use of the award and no formal report is required. Application deadline is Tuesday, September 2, 2014, 9:59pm (AKDT).
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Book Review Winners Week 6

Juneau Public Library Blog - Thu, 07/17/2014 - 12:58pm
The Juneau Public Libraries received 50 different book reviews from 21 different young readers under the age of 18. Here is a summary from the top book reviews from this week’s winners. From the Mendenhall Valley Library Sven Rasmussen, age 9, a gift certificate to the Amazing Bookstore and a toy from the Imagination Station […]
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Alaska Shorts: "Digging Robert's Grave," by Don Rearden

49 Writers - Thu, 07/17/2014 - 7:00am
Don Rearden
Through a mouth full of Copenhagen he gave some of his last words of wisdom to me: “No good when you die in the winter. Gonna leave too much work behind.”
A couple hours into digging and I understood what he meant, and I wanted to shoot the guy came up with six feet as the regulation depth of a grave. I worried we wouldn’t be finished in time. Just one day to dig the hole. One day. One day before the village carried his plywood coffin to the cemetery. Men stopped by to help. Someone brought an old red Sears chainsaw that looked like it had been digging graves since the day it left the store shelf. I thought about the irony of digging the grave with a chainsaw when fifty miles of tundra stood between the village and the nearest real tree. Why not use it to cut frozen dirt, why not dig graves?
I thought the men who came to help probably saw in my face that I needed to dig the grave by myself. Robert wasn’t a relative, not even a distant uncle, but the old man was special to me and somehow everyone seemed to understand this.
After a quick demonstration without words, Robert’s brother handed me the rumbling saw. I crawled back down into the hole and began gnawing away at the black earth. The hungry saw sputtered and threw a fine dark mist of permafrost. I kept my eyes fixed on the tip of the saw blade and worked it into the iceblock soil. I would pull the blade and hungry chain out, and make another slice, until I could kick with my boot and loosen a chunk of the frozen ground. Robert’s younger brothers stood over me. They waited to relieve me. To grieve with me. Their shadows crept into the grave. The lights from the small village houses turned the white crosses in the cemetery into an army of straight soldiers, their dark arms held out against the snow.
Over the whine of the small saw's engine, I felt the men grow restless. I sensed they no longer wanted to help dig. They wanted the warm comfort of home. Perhaps it wasn’t the icy burn of the wind getting to them, but the chill of standing amongst the spirits of their ancestors. Still, they didn’t leave. They stood guard, at the edge of the grave, watching this battle with the frozen earth.
My fingers and toes had lost all feeling, and I could feel the frost cutting away at the tip of my nose. I tried to think of Robert and find strength in his last breaths. How the river ice must have just opened up and swallowed him, how he scrambled from the swirling black water and pulled himself to shore, his clothing soaked. I pictured the small patch of willows where he spent his final hours, minutes, seconds, fighting for life, for warmth. I wondered why he didn't just allow the water to take him, why he put up such a struggle in the howling, burning, cold winds when he didn’t have anyone left to live for.
When they found his body, he was huddled beneath the willows. A small pile of dried yellow grass and green twigs half-blackened, his lighter had almost managed to save him. Almost. He hadn't dug into a snowbank for warmth, knowing he was already too wet. It was more important they find his body so that his spirit could be properly cared for. So someone could dig him a grave. Perhaps he knew it would be me.
At the sight of Robert, I had collapsed to the snow and cried. Robert. Frozen in a ball, on his side in the back of a long plywood sled, wrapped in a blue tarp. Forever selfish, I thought nothing of anyone, except myself. My friend, my teacher. I was alone again.

But in the grave I was too busy working, thinking, and I didn’t hear the saw sputter out. My mind still in the sled, wrapped in the blue tarp. I heard a voice, "No more gas."

I looked up and saw the hand reaching towards me. Then lowered my eyes to the saw, dead. I started to hand the saw up to Robert’s brother, but he reached for my free hand and he began to pull me up and out of the grave.
"That's good,” he said. “We’ll finish in the morning. Robert can wait another day, if he needs to."
I looked down at my three sad feet of progress against the impossible permafrost. Pathetic. A day of digging and no answers. My arms, legs, and back hurt, but I couldn’t stop.
Don Rearden grew up on the tundra of Southwestern Alaska. His experiences with the Yup'ik culture shaped both his writing and his worldview. His critically acclaimed novel The Raven’s Gift was named a 2013 Notable Fiction selection by The Washington Post. You can read a sample chapter or order The Raven’s Gift here. Don’s writing has been published internationally and he is also a produced screenwriter and poet. His heart often draws his writing back to characters and stories that originate on the tundra; in his fiction, he hopes to shed light on the struggles of everyday life in rural Alaska. Rearden is an Associate Professor at the University of Alaska Anchorage and president of the 49 Writers. This excerpt is from “Digging Robert’s Grave,” a fictional short story of a young man dealing with the tragic death of a father figure. To read the rest of the story, download the free Alaska Sampler.

Would you like to see your work published here? Check out our Alaska Shorts guidelines and submit today!
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John Straley: Staring Into the Fire

49 Writers - Wed, 07/16/2014 - 7:00am
Here is the second post from July guest author John Straley. As he told us in his first post, "I thought I would write about craft questions I have never taught or lectured on before...and I hope to respond to questions that may come in over the month and enter into a dialogue with any of you who are reading these posts."
*  *  *  *So, I have basically decided what kind of story I would like to write, (always with the proviso that I can change my mind with any of these decisions) I know basically the scope, if not the actual length of the story. I know if I’m going to have to do extensive research/travel for this story or not, and I know basically what my strengths and weaknesses are as a writer.

Now you and I ready to start the spacing out and dreaming part of writing the book. This is the thinking about the book stage. While you are walking… cooking...working at a crappy job...you are thinking about it. It’s ill formed. You can’t even describe it to anybody. At this point you shouldn’t even try to describe it to anybody. If somebody asks you you should say, “I’m thinking about a story”. If they say, “What’s it about?” you should say, “I don’t know yet.” If you try to tell them at this point, you might commit to something too soon. Or you might become embarrassed by a half-baked dumb-assed idea that will set you back months. This stage is intensely private and best to keep it that way. You have no idea what’s going to happen at this point because you are juggling with an infinite number of eggs.

Let me say something right here that is intensely personal and may apply only to me. Worrying about “whether I’m a writer or not” is a colossal waste of time. It is a question that answers itself by what you spend your time doing. The less said about it the better.

You should have a fat notebook that you can divide into four parts or four separate notebooks. You should write in these notebooks either first thing in the morning or the last thing at night. Think of this as a kind of dream journal. This dream journal will have the four important parts:


Every day after thinking/dreaming about this story that you want to write you should write something in you notebook under one or the other one of these sections. Poetry is the poetry of the story, the heart, the mood, the soul material of the story. It can also be some experimental technique you want to employe. I am a visual person I will note images here or details that will evoke mood or atmosphere. Other people may write scraps of poetry, their own or others. 

What is the world of this story? This will have little interesting details of place, images, snapshots, places you may want to go in a story. Does setting influence action? How? Does it effect character? Think of it as if you were shooting a film, you can scout locations and list possibilities here, create maps. If you travel to locations put your descriptions here along with, pressed flowers, photographs, drawings. Remember you may use these things in your story or not.

Who inhabits this story? Details of characters, biographical sketches. Things you have observed. Details. Who might be in a story? Who do you need in a story to tell your tale. Who lives in these places? Who has these poems? This passion? Who inhabits the world you want to create? Imagine these people. Here too: photographs, drawings. quotations. Poems. Moods. Are some characters foils for other characters? How? Necessary? Some characters are simply needed to advance plot necessities but they can still serve several functions.

One of the things that is most difficult to do is keep a story moving in a natural way. Action comes naturally in a story from the seeds you plant in the world right from the beginning with the setting and your characters… or it drops out of the sky like the hand of fate. Chaos is the friend of action. Domestic tranquility is not. In crime novels the expectation is that there must be a “plot point” or some dramatic action close on to every three pages or less. But even in the most intellectual mainstream fiction things happen, even if it is a subtle shift in tension. Things happen that keep the readers interest. When considering your story, keep a list of things that happen. peaks and valleys. dramatic actions, think of them as non-cheesy, highly intelligent cliff hangers. This is what Shakespeare did when shaping his plays, he created dramatic tension. and David Foster Wallace, who used broad humor and exquisite detail as well, and no one called him stupid. Just don’t forget to make things happen, while you are making things smart and beautiful.

While your are thinking about your own story. Read other peoples stories. Go to public readings. Listening to writers read aloud, is the single most inspiring thing I do. I get the best Ideas for my own stories by listening to good writers read aloud. The better the writers the better the ideas I get. I swear. I think they just raise the bar.

Remember that in this notebook you are not composing your book. You are gathering possibilities. Do not sweat this. There is no editing this notebook. Neither is this free writing. You are pulling up possibilities of poetry, geography, people and things that happen. This is more like dredging the well of well of memory and imagination.

The difference between memory and imagination, is tricky. Here is what I think: imagine you find an old well in the hard granite country where the fissures in the earth are very deep. It’s an old fashioned well with a short wall built around it and rope pulley and bucket. Bend over, pick up a stone and throw it in. The stone falls a distance, you look over and see your dappled reflection and hear an echoing splash. The sound of the splash echoing up, the reflection, the bricks of the well and the dank air, is your memory, everything the stone falls through ever after is your imagination.

Now there is a mysterious thing that happens. At some point of staring out the window and puzzling about this story, you will think you are ready to start writing. But you will be wrong, and you will know it in your heart, because one of your characters will be too thin, or the geography will be too vague. But you will be excited because ONE THING will be so good you will want to get started right away. DONT DO IT. When you have some thing really great in each section of the notebook, then you are ready to go on to the next step. They don’t have to all fit together. They don’t have to even make sense. You just have to have something great in Poetry, Geography, People and Things That Happen, you will be close.

Finally, mysteriously, you will just know. You will know your story is there. Not in the notebook, but in the darkness of the well. In your mind, and ready to come out.

Next time we go the actual, butt in the chair grinding it out phase. Step one: Colonizing the Day-planner.

John Straley is a poet, novelist, and a private investigator. He has published eight novels and one book of poetry, and was Alaska's twelfth Writer Laureate. He and his wife Jan live in a bright green house near Old Sitka Rocks.
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Capital School Park Master Plan - Empty Chair Project

Parks and Recreation Special Events - Tue, 07/15/2014 - 5:05pm
Date of Event: Monday, Jul 07 - Capital School Park's newest addition - The Empty Chair Memorial. Check our link for further information. Photo under Parks, Trails & Arboretum, click on Park Facilities.
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From Our Archives: 49 Writers Interview with Willie Hensley, author of Fifty Miles from Tomorrow

49 Writers - Tue, 07/15/2014 - 7:00am
Willie Hensley
Back in 2009, we caught up with Inupiat elder and activist Willie Hensley as he was preparing for his first book tour for Fifty Miles from Tomorrow: A Memoir of Alaska and the Real People.
Fifty Miles from Tomorrow is your first book. What inspired you to write it?
I wrote Fifty Miles from Tomorrow, in part, to inspire our own people to tell their story and to convey their knowledge of culture, history and the natural universe--that we didn't need our story to be filtered through people from the Outside.
Tell us how the process of writing was for you. What were the greatest challenges, and how did you overcome them?
I was fortunate to have a good editor who took my early writing and described what she thought would be a successful way to write for me. My sentences tended to be too long and I didn't realize how much my early cultural upbringing affected how I wrote. It is very hard for an Inupiaq to take credit for anything due to our understanding that it takes many people to create success. I didn't find the writing too difficult and I did very little rewriting. I tried to describe the images in my life and my feelings and recollections of the various stages and efforts in my life.
Memoir is a tough genre, because you end up telling truths that may cause some discomfort for people you love. How did you resolve these issues when crafting your story?
Very early on I realized there were painful experiences that our people felt uncomfortable in expressing. We have lived in a harsh universe and for over ten thousand years, we learned to suffer through difficult circumstances without becoming whiners. To me, it was important that I not only try to describe our way of life before great changes began to occur--it was also important for us to expose the human toll of government and missionary policies and practices on our people. Before I started the book, I called my relatives to let know that I was going to write a book and they encouraged me--painful subjects and all.
What has been most rewarding about seeing your project through to completion?
The reward is the result. I never in my wildest imagination thought that I could write. The thought that I could write something that others will find worth their time and money is exhilarating. Also, I wanted our own people to know that despite my college degree and succession of good jobs and experiences, I also had to deal with my own adjustments to difficult circumstances that we all have faced due to forces beyond our control. I also am proud of that fact that other Americans and the world will have a book that sheds some light on a part of America that people know virtually nothing about.
What creative work has engaged you since finishing the book?
I had to work on the book at night, weekends, holidays and on planes--as I had not retired at the time I was writing. Since then, I have retired and tried to learn to be less driven--now beginning the effort to help my publisher publicize the book. I will spend most of January and the first quarter on the road. If the book sells reasonably, my publisher has first option on another book. I have not decided what the subject might be but I have some thoughts. I am not like most writers who are "driven" to write. I would like to try a novel.

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From the Archives: Andromeda Interviews Author David Vann

49 Writers - Mon, 07/14/2014 - 7:00am
David Vann
This interview first ran in 2009; since then, Vann has published several novels, all to wide acclaim.
David, thank you for writing the best and most intricately structured book I’ve read this year – a truly amazing read that, by about page 135, I was looking forward to finishing so that I could read all over again.
You say in the interview at the back of the new paperback edition : “This book is as true an account as I could write of my father’s suicide and my own bereavement, and that was possible only through fiction.” Wonderfully said. What I want to know is, how difficult was it to write, given the nature of the material? You’ve written two nonfiction books, and I’ve read that this book took a long time to get published. Was there a point in your writing life when you felt ready to write this;  did you have to wait until you had a certain amount of narrative control under your belt; did you have any concerns about wading into such heart-wrenching material?
Although Legend of a Suicide wasn’t my first book to get published, it was the first book I wrote. I worked on it for ten years, from when I was 19 until I was 29. So I was learning to write, and I had no idea how to tell the story. I threw away everything from the first 3 or 4 years, because it was all too direct, with too much emotion on page 1. I’d start with the day we found out my father was dead, for instance, which didn’t work at all. But then I read Marilynne Robinson’s Housekeeping and heard a lovelier, more emotionally distanced voice, and I was also reading poems by Elizabeth Bishop, and I ended up writing Ichthyology, which was the first story I was able to keep. It focused on tropical fish and fishing in Alaska, and my father’s story came indirectly, beginning first as subtext and rising to the surface at the end. That indirection was the key to writing the rest of the book, and is part of why I didn’t write the book as nonfiction. There was no one true story to tell anyway (because we all had different versions of who my father was and what had happened and what it meant) and the true story, even if I could have found it, would have been too direct and essentially unreadable.
Once I finished the book, it sat for 12 years and no agent would send it out, so I sent it to a contest (AWP’s Grace Paley Prize), and that’s how it was finally published.
The structure is unusual to say the least: three short stories told in the first person, followed by a long novella told third person and without quotation marks, followed by two short stories told in first person again. All feature the same characters – or so this reader would argue anyway: Roy Fenn (adolescent except at the end of the book) and his tragic father. There are repeating themes and constellations of images and connecting storylines throughout, but what I loved most was how the early stories “teach” the reader how to interpret the main novella. We know enough of the “true” (within the framework of the fictional world) events of the early stories to be able to understand, or try to understand, the novella in several possible ways – at least that’s how I read it. Without spoiling the book for others, I’ll say that there is a shocking development in part II that makes use of a startling and effective shift in POV. First: did you plan the structure this way from the beginning, and in what order did you write the stories? Have readers had widely different interpretations of the novella, in particular?
I’ve been happily surprised that interpretations of the novella and of the book overall really haven’t strayed very far. It’s an unusual structure, as you note, but people seem to get what’s going on.
The book is a transformation of true material. My father asked me to spend 8th grade with him in Fairbanks, but I said no, and two weeks later, he killed himself. I felt tremendous guilt afterward and wondered whether he’d still be alive if I’d said yes. So in the novella, the boy says yes. He spends a year homesteading with his father on Sukkwan Island, in southeast. I picked an island I’ve never been to, but one close to Ketchikan where I grew up, because I wanted to use that same familiar rainforest but let the island itself be a landscape of imagination, something that could transform in order to reflect what’s going on inside the characters.
I wrote “Ichthyology” first, then “Rhoda,” then “A Legend of Good Men,” the order they appear in the book. But I wrote the novella last, after writing “Ketchikan” and “The Higher Blue.” The novella makes use of everything else and flips everything on its head, so I guess that’s why it had to be written last, but I placed the other two stories after it in the book because “Ketchikan” tests and hits the limits, finally, of how much I can understand about my father, and “The Higher Blue” is an epilogue. It’s the same story as “Ichthyology” but written as fabulism, in an entirely different style, forming a kind of bookend, and it’s more hopeful, also, which is what I wanted for the ending.
The word “Legend” in the title of the book means “a series of portraits,” so the overall book title is really “A series of portraits of a suicide.” I was reading Chaucer’s “Legend of Good Women” and thought this literary form of a series of portraits (borrowed from the tradition of writing about saints’ lives) could work well for me, since I didn’t have one clear story to tell about my father. I was also reading Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales,” which are stories that all disagree and form a debate of style and content, so that’s my intent in my book. Each story is written in a different style, and the series of portraits of my father and his suicide and my own bereavement conflict and in that way form a debate about what really happened and what it meant. As you point out about the novella, the other stories frame and “teach” us how to read it.
Three things among many I enjoyed in this book: first, a faithfulness to intense moments of emotional truth. Second, the tight control of language – for example, the character of 13-year-old Roy’s voice. It’s written simply and starkly, in a way that reminded me of Cormac McCarthy (for example, The Road”) with particular attention to syntax and punctuation as a way of getting that young narrator’s voice exactly right. Third: the landscape descriptions. You really captured Southeast Alaska sensations and smells and sights. Can you talk about your influences and any thoughts you have on your own writing style, or strengths you value in other writers?
Thank you, Andromeda, for such generous comments and questions. Regarding influences, I mentioned above that reading Robinson and Bishop helped me write “Ichthyology.” “Rhoda” is a minimalist short story, influenced most by Carver. “A Legend of Good Men” takes its structure from Chaucer. For “Sukkwan Island,” the novella which is most of the book, I was reading six novels by Cormac McCarthy and William Faulkner, and I was influenced most by McCarthy’s Blood Meridian, which is his greatest work. His more recent novel, The Road, has some great sentences in it, but Blood Meridian offers those great sentences nonstop for over 300 pages. It’s my favorite book, and I think it’s the most magnificent American novel ever written (though plenty of people would disagree with me, of course, including probably McCarthy, who is a huge fan of Moby Dick and apparently rereads it every year). In “Ketchikan,” I returned to poems by Elizabeth Bishop and also used Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s “Last Voyage of the Ghost Ship.” I’m not sure what the influence was for “The Higher Blue.” Maybe Donald Barthelme.
I don’t think any writer has ever been truly original. I think our styles and our voices (I view voice as style plus sensibility) are a combination of all the works we’ve loved and ingested, framed by our own growing up and language communities. I grew up hunting and fishing in Alaska and northern California and reading my dad’s westerns, Louis L’Amour and such. We hunted the same ranch each fall, and as we hiked along, my father and uncle and grandfather would tell all the stories of what had happened in these places and who had been there, and in that way our family history was retold each year. So that’s part of where my style and material come from, and it’s also where my focus on landscape comes from. I believe that stories exist only in place, and I can’t imagine telling a story without focusing mostly on the place. The landscape writers I’ve read, such as Robinson, Bishop, McCarthy, and also Annie Proulx, have strengthened this sense. I’m not able to write like McCarthy or Proulx or any of the others, of course (though I wish!), but I’ve picked up a few limited aspects of their style, and I’ve also learned from great teachers. My mentor, John L’Heureux, drew heavily on theatre, and so I focus on dramatic conflict between characters in addition to landscape description.
One more comment on how you write descriptions: In the New Yorker chat, you said, “It’s the extension of the landscape that leads to theme … And this move from the concrete noun to the abstract noun is how authors extend landscape description into theme.” Coincidentally, Deb Vanasse here at 49writers is teaching a workshop on description, and last weekend, she happened to use a wonderful passage from your book – as well as many others – to show how one “earns” the abstraction by first using effective concrete imagery. Do you have any more to say about that?
That was nice of Deb to use my work. Re the idea of “earning” the extension to theme, I think the landscapes that work best are the ones that are mythic for us, from our childhoods or other important moments, because if we focus on those landscapes and push on them hard enough, they’ll begin to shift and transform and suggest, whereas less important places tend not to do that. My point is really that the transformation can’t be planned and writing can’t be faked. We can’t say, “I intend to write about this bay and use it as a metaphor for x.” We write about the bay, and if we’re lucky and also working on the right material, something that really does matter to us, something might happen. And I agree that the entire game is in the details. A place has to be described clearly and concretely before it can become more. Sounds like good advice from Deb.
The example I use for this in class, by the way, is from the opening of William Faulkner’s short story “Barn Burning.” The boy smells cheese in the store which has been converted into a courthouse to try his father, and he believes he can smell the meat sealed in cans, because he’s hungry, but then there’s another smell, of fear and grief and the old pull of blood, which is Faulkner’s extension from the literal to the figurative, from the concrete to the abstract (“blood” here used as an abstract noun, meaning “family ties”). This is theme. By the end of the story, the boy will have to make a terrible choice between blood and conscience.
David, I want to ask you a question inspired by a book called Ron Carlson Writes a Story. Carlson describes, with humor and candor, the process of discovering while writing. Sentence by sentence, he really doesn’t seem to know where he is going until he gets there. Other writers – perhaps more novelists than short story writers – sometimes report having more of a plan, or at least a glimmer of scenes toward which they’re aiming, even if things end up changing along the way. In the book chat you did with the New Yorker, you allude to being surprised by a key event in the middle of the Sukkwan Island novella that I was sure was planned from the beginning (but evidently not)! Most often, do you head toward a bright light, see only as far as your headlights allow (to misquote E.L. Doctorow), or stumble in the dark?
I had no idea that event in the middle of the novella was coming. I was halfway through writing that sentence before I saw what would happen, and then I was just shocked. I had thought I was writing toward something else, but looking back, I could see the pressures that had been put on the boy, and I could see that this was, in fact, inevitable. I just hadn’t understood or seen it coming. So I had to go with it, and I had no idea what I’d write for the second half of the story. That was frightening, but those pages that begin the second half describe something I’d never been able to describe before, and that’s what’s wonderful about having the writing take over. It’s why I write. I love the unconscious patterns that show up, and I love that what I’ve denied or been afraid of will find its way to the surface despite my careful plans. My plans for where I’m going are never any good. Ideas are death to fiction, in my opinion. None of us has ever really had a truly new idea, only tremendous ego and the delusion that it’s a new idea, and the more we can get away from ideas and let character and place take over, the better.
I was very excited to see in the paperback’s aftermatter that your next novel (due out in early 2011), Caribou Island, takes place on the Kenai Peninsula – and appears to be closely related to these stories, through the character of Rhoda. This seems to be the book you were researching as recently as summer 2009, when you guestblogged for us. Were you just wrapping up some final details then, or are you an amazingly fast writer (with an amazingly fast publisher)?
Thanks, Andromeda. Caribou Island is set entirely on the Kenai Peninsula, and I was there last summer to go out on a drift-netter again, work in a fish processing plant, and revisit various places that I use in the novel. I finished writing the novel in September and then worked on revisions through March.The novel draws from two family stories. My stepmother (Rhoda in my fiction) lost her parents to murder/suicide (her mother shot her father then herself), and my grandmother, at age ten, walked home from school and found her mother hanging from the rafters, a suicide. But the book is about marriage rather than suicide, and has no guns, and no important father/son relationship. And Rhoda is different than she was in Legend of a Suicide. So the new novel follows Legend in that it’s set in Alaska and works through landscape and transforms family stories, but beyond that it’s really different. The main character is a 55-year-old woman, there are 7 points of view, and the book focuses on a marriage that’s falling apart.
Thank you so much David. We hope to see you soon in Alaska and we can’t wait to read your next book.'Thank you, Andromeda. I really appreciate such thoughtful and generous questions, and I also appreciate all the support you and Deb have given me. I think it’s very exciting, also, how you’re developing 49 Writers as a center. I hope I’ll get to visit.
Afternote: With generous support from Kirsten and Carl Dixon's Tutka Bay Lodge, 49 Writers brought David Vann to Southcentral Alaska for an Anchorage reading and Tutka Bay writers' retreat in early September of 2010; he returned again after the release of Caribou Island. This summer, he's writing his next book while visiting the Turkish coast.
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Book Review Winners Week 5

Juneau Public Library Blog - Fri, 07/11/2014 - 5:48pm
From the Mendenhall Valley Library Kee Cole, age 1.75, a gift certificate to Bullwinkle’s for his review of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star by Jane Cabrera. “One fascinating part of this book is that I finally know what the song is about!”  Keeley Rielly, age 9, an art book from Fairweather Gallery for their review of […]
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Game Day at the Library

Juneau Public Library Blog - Fri, 07/11/2014 - 4:15pm
Saturday, July 12th, 11 am – 5 pm at the Mendenhall Valley Public Library Dixit, Wits & Wagers, 7 Wonders, Settlers of Catan, Forbidden Island, Set, Citadels, Munchkin, Ticket to Ride…. You are bound to find a fun game to play, or bring your own! While all are welcome, available games are rated for ages […]
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Downtown schools phone outage scheduled for Friday morning.

Juneau School District Announcements - Thu, 07/10/2014 - 11:25am

The downtown schools phone system will be undergoing scheduled maintenance work on Friday, 7/11/14, from 7:30am to noon

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Alaska Shorts: Excerpt from "A Storm out of Paradise," by Howard Weaver

49 Writers - Thu, 07/10/2014 - 7:00am
Howard WeaverThe story of my long love affair with Alaska and the heartbreak that ended it is easy to retrace. For 23 years I chronicled my every turn in the pages of newspapers, in public, for everyone to see.
I explored those pages again recently while researching a book about those years and the Alaska Newspaper War that occupied me through most of them. Hindsight naturally brought clarity I didn't enjoy at the time and — most importantly — perspective. What first saw light as isolated, individual articles and observations revealed a clear pattern when viewed from the ridge line looking back.
Almost all those writings were composed in haste, written on deadline and left to drift away uncollected, but I see now that they were more than fragments. Each small piece was a tile in a larger mosaic that now comes into view.
My memoir itself doesn’t tell that story plainly. Write Hard, Die Free is mainly the tale of a quest for good journalism against imposing odds and as such looks at Alaska through a particular lens. It deals mostly with what I called “dispatches from the barrooms and battlefields” of the newspaper war, naturally a more institutional than personal view.
Now I find that I have something more to offer, thanks to the perspective of time and distance. Though I rarely recognized it as these events unfolded I now see a consistent theme woven through the narrative.
It’s a love story.
I was born in love with Alaska, a frontier baby born to an idealistic young couple working to build a new life far away from the Great Depression, from Texas, and from World War II. Their fortunes would ebb and flow over time — often ebbing, it is true — but their fundamental optimism and affection for Alaska never faltered. I drank in their ideals and affection with my mother’s milk, I suppose. I can’t recall a time when I didn’t share them.
Not long after he returned from war in the South Pacific to the dry land cotton fields of north Texas, my father and his young wife loaded a few belongings in a GMC pickup and drove north toward their future.
Like many in their generation they had been shaped by depression and war, toughened by a lifetime scratching at the cotton crops they hoed by walking through dusty fields and harvested by hand-picking bolls by the sackful. Despite that — or perhaps because of it, I suppose — they were idealists, optimists not content with waiting for a better world but ready to start building it for themselves.
They were not afraid when they pointed the navy blue pickup truck northward, drove to the end of the road and found a town called Anchorage, Alaska.
Though its population had boomed with wartime expansion and the opening of the Alaska-Canada Highway, Anchorage was then a small town nonetheless, isolated and remote. As I heard them say a thousand times over the years, to them it seemed the Promised Land.
My father had no trouble translating the lessons learned in his hardscrabble Texas childhood to his adult concerns in Alaska.
In arguments about the Vietnam War, which he opposed, I often heard him say, “This is a war between the landlords and the tenants, and we’re on the wrong side.” Later I heard him talking with a neighbor who cautioned that a trifling tax the state was then proposing on oil production would “drive the oil companies out of Alaska.” As I recall my father snorted in reply: “The goddamned Alaska National Guard couldn’t run them out of here now.”
My father, a carpenter, smelled like sweat and cigarette smoke; my mother worked as a bookkeeper at a lumber yard and smelled of Evening in Paris. As it turned out, their aspirations and expectations were rather different, but they were united in their desire to create a better, fairer society for the sons they expected to prosper as they never did. Their ambition did not come to pass in their lifetimes, but lives in me to this day.
No doubt I had been an integral part of my parents’ footloose aspirations — a chubby blond first-born baby carried from Providence Hospital in 1950 to the young couple's unfinished Muldoon homesite. On that cold but snowless October day their hopes and expectations were still high. I spent most of a lifetime in Alaska fighting to advance the dream they had chased northward.
“We spend most of our adulthoods trying to grasp the meanings of our parents’ lives,” Philip Lopate once said. “How we shape and answer those questions largely turns us into who we are.”
Howard Weaverwas born in Anchorage, attended public schools there and worked in Alaska until he was 45. He tried construction, dishwashing and commercial fishing before settling into his lifetime work as a journalist. He worked at the Anchorage Daily News from 1967 – 1995, including 12 years as the editor, and worked on both the paper’s Pulitzer Prize series. He details his time in the Alaska Newspaper War in the memoir Write Hard, Die Free.This excerpt is from an essay that comprises the essence of a work in progress that seeks to understand changes in Alaska culture and character from the pioneering days of his birth until the oil-financed society of today. His conclusions are his opinion, but the facts are accurate and the events described here happened. To read the rest of the essay, download a free copy of the Alaska Sampler 2014.Would you like to see your work appear here? Check out our Alaska Shorts guidelines and submit today!

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Science Friday: Robot Garage

Juneau Public Library Blog - Wed, 07/09/2014 - 3:45pm
Friday, July 11th 1-3:30 at the Valley Library The Summer Reading Program this year includes, among other things, Science FRidays, with exciting new themes each week. This Friday, July 11, the theme is “Robot Garage”: kids will use robotic kits to explore the basic engineering required to build a successful terrestrial rover. Students will also […]
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From the archives: 49 Writers Interview with Melinda Moustakis

49 Writers - Wed, 07/09/2014 - 7:00am

In 2010, Deb interviewed Flannery O'Connor Short Fiction Award Melinda Moustakis. At the time, she was living in Kalamazoo, MI, but she writes about Alaska, where she lived as a child and where she retains strong ties.   Her collection Bear Down, Bear North, for which she won the Flannery O'Connor award, features stories set in Alaska, one of which appeared in the 2009 Spring/Summer issue of Alaska Quarterly Review , and another in the Spring 2011 AQR. 

Melinda will be reading at the UAA Bookstore in Anchorage on Monday, July 14 from 4 - 6 pm.

Imagery associated with rivers and fish runs through your stories. What makes these images important to you?

About six years ago, I started going up to Alaska in the summers to go fishing with my uncle and stay at his cabin on the Kenai River. He knows that river inside and out and I am extremely lucky that he takes me fishing and is an expert fisherman. I don’t know if there’s anything better than when you’re on a drift, dragging for rainbows, there’s no wind, the midnight sun is setting, and all you hear is the flick of a fly rod as you mend your line. I also don’t know anybody who tells a better hunting or fishing story than my uncle. I think this all explains my love of fishing and my love for fishing stories and fishing banter.

In many of your stories, sinister family relationships create tension that’s a lot like a fish running a line under the water – you never know when it will surface. In terms of crafting a story, how does this tension evolve?

I think my writing really came together when I started to marry the idea of fishing or hunting with family relationships. What I mean is, the structure of a fishing story became the vessel that allowed me to write about relationships. If you think about it, when you’re fishing, you have some idea that a fish could bite at any moment, you anticipate it, but, you have no idea exactly what will happen. The fish might bite. You might get skunked and never have a bite. You might hook into a little dolly and throw it back. You might be fishing for rainbows and hook into a monster king and have a story you’ll tell for the rest of your life. In my story, “The Weight of You,” there’s a similar tension built around what the character Gracie wants to tell her brother, Jack, while they are fishing for kings. You know she has something to tell him something. Will she tell him? Won’t she? Why doesn’t she want to tell him? How life-changing is this thing that she has to tell him? Is she making it out to be a bigger deal than it is? Fishing and fishing stories taught me how to structure tension and anticipation.

Alice McDermott advises writers to do what they can get away with. In your stories, you make effective use of second person (“The Weight of You”) and vignettes (“The Mannequin in Soldotna). To what extent do you advise emerging writers to push the conventions of story?

I taught myself how to think about and write different points of view and structures in this collection by pushing convention. You have to take risks in order to learn. My advice is to write the story in the way it has to be told, whatever that happens to be. Even if the story is a failure, you have learned something that will make you a better writer. I started many of these stories over again because the voice or the point of view or structure wasn’t working or clicking in. Then I would try a different point of view like second person or first person plural and suddenly, the story sailed. But there are definite reasons why these stories are in these varying points of view or structures. And all these things are working together to create compelling characters. For me, structure has to inform meaning and vice versa. When that happens, there’s magic. When that happens, a reader comes away from a story with their heart exploding and their brain buzzing. That’s what my aim is because that’s what I feel when I read something wonderful. I know I have fallen for a story when I have to shake it off and swim back to shore, so to speak. Or rather, I feel as if the universe has tilted. I don’t think you can achieve any of these things without taking risks in some way.

Clearly Alaska is important in your work. What keeps drawing you back?

I was born in Fairbanks and grew up in California, and both my parents grew up in Anchorage and my maternal grandparents homesteaded in Alaska. So all my family stories, the ones that were told over and over again, the ones that became part of the family mythology, were set in Alaska. It’s not that I keep getting drawn back, it’s more that I can’t escape it. And I am my best writer self when I write about Alaska. I have tried to write about other things, but they are never as good.

Part of what makes your work so compelling is an intimate tone that suggests you know what you write. To what extent is your fiction grounded in your own life experiences?

I have been fishing quite a bit so I can place the reader on the river. But more than that, my fishing expert uncle has shared his knowledge with me. I know the fishing jargon from listening to my uncle and his buddies and then from learning to tell my own fishing stories. The starting ideas for many of my stories are often inspired from my own life experiences or stories that I have heard or have been passed down to me. Then the process of writing turns that inspirational kernel into this whole new other thing. I write fiction because I like the freedom of changing what needs to be altered in order to make the story better -- like how every time you tell that story about that monster fish you caught, the fish gains a few pounds and inches. The story stretches. The fish stretches. I like to write in that slinky accordion of a space. Also, I know I often write to work through things I don’t quite understand and I think that gives my work a sense of intimacy as well.

With growing recognition of Alaskan-based fiction by writers like you and David Vann (Legend of a Suicide, Caribou Island), is there any sense that Alaskan fiction might one day be recognized as a regional force of its own, like Southern Ontario Gothic?

Absolutely. I think Alaskan fiction has been emerging with writers such as David Vann and also Seth Kantner, Nancy Lord, Lesley Thomas and others. There is a beautiful collection of diverse Alaskan writing and writers in a book I found called The Alaska Reader: Voices from the North. What’s strange is that although Alaska is part of the United States, Canadian literature seems to be more well-known in the lower 48. Some of my writer friends who are southerners have called my work “Northern Gothic.” I like the sound of that. I hope to be a part of the emergence of Alaskan literature – it would be an honor.
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Tlingit Language Learners Group

Juneau Public Library Blog - Sat, 07/05/2014 - 3:03pm
Every Thursday at 6:00 pm at the Downtown Public Library This is a study group facilitated by language learners who are dedicated to the goal of revitalization of the Tlingit language. The group is free of charge and open to everyone in the community. No previous language experience is required or expected from anyone. Join in […]
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Summer Reading Book Review Winners

Juneau Public Library Blog - Sat, 07/05/2014 - 2:36pm
Each week throughout the summer, the Juneau Public Libraries, in collaboration with the Friends of the Juneau Public Libraries and local businesses, award young readers various prizes for writing book reviews about their favorite summer reads. During the third week of this fun Summer Reading Program activity, the Juneau Public Libraries received 51 different book […]
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Accepting movies for summer JUMP

JUMP Society - Mon, 06/09/2014 - 11:29am
Download this awesome poster! You’ll never get bad advice from three adult men wearing pug shirts, so go ahead and submit your short film for the JUMP 2014 Summer Film Fest! Deadline is July 10 or so. Screening at the Gold Town Nickelodeon July 17-20. See the guidelines and submission form for more info.
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Hannah Lindoff’s Book Signing

Clarissa Rizal: Alaska Native Artist Blog - Tue, 06/03/2014 - 6:01pm

An illustration by Nobu Koch and Clarissa Rizal in Hannah Lindoff’s children’s book “Mary’s Wild Winter Feast”

Juneauite author Hannah Lindoff first children’s book “Mary’s Wild Winter Feast” is hot off the press.  Illustrated by artists Nobu Koch and Clarissa Rizal, both Hannah and Clarissa will be doing a book-signing the weekend of “Celebration” at 11am on Friday, June 13th at the Juneau Public Library.  Come on by and buy a copy of the book!

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