Today, I'm talking with Anne Sweazy Kulju about her historical tale of perseverance in the face of a very personal form of evil, The Thing With Feathers.
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1) Tell us
about your book.
The Thing With Feathers a
tightly paced story about a young girl in big trouble, in 1927 Oregon. Blair
lives on a sparsely-populated area of the coast, she is just sixteen, and she’s
pregnant. Life would have been scary enough, but her father is also the town’s
fire-and-brimstone Baptist preacher…and he’s Blair’s rapist.
When the
youngest son of a wealthy dairy farmer helps Blair, the preacher turns out to
be pretty unforgiving, and he spends the better part of three decades reigning
hell down upon the farmer’s family, their friends, and anyone else who might
oppose him.
As with all
tragic heroes, Blair must ultimately save herself. The story has its humorous
moments, its heart-ripping times, and several bitter-sweet love relationships.
It was written with a design to remind folks there is always hope, even when
things seem in their darkest hour, or “in the chillest lands.”
2) What
inspired this book?
A vintage
photo of a young girl, found during restoration of my 1906 Victorian farmhouse
(which is also the setting for the story).
3) When
dealing with historical settings, there certainly are a lot to choose from.
What was it about turn-of-the-century Cloverdale, Oregon that attracted you?
It seemed to
be the time-period when the photo was taken, but it was also the time when
Clyde Hudson, a famous Oregon photographer, the man credited with bringing
radio to the coast, and from all accounts a wonderful human being, was in his
prime. I modeled my hero, Sean Marshall, after him. The fact that I lived in
his house made it pretty easy to nail the setting.
4) What
primary themes does this book explore?
While there’s
breath, there’s hope.
Practice
forgiveness.
God expects
us to fight for our lives, fight for survival.
Universal-Justice--a
belief that when man’s justice fails, which it often does, one should trust God
to right the wrongs. *There’s a warning that His justice might take a bit
longer than we hope. We should be patient with that.
I hope I
succeeded in conveying plenty of Christian themes throughout. I wanted my good
characters to be genuinely good people, and I believe they are. At the same
time, they had to be realistic--so, my goodness, they’re not Saints; who among
us, is?
5) You've
described this book at times as a saga. What does that mean to you, and how did
it affect the writing of this book?
A saga is
merely an epic constructed of prose instead of poetry. Both are written about
famous or heroic men and women. The Thing with Feathers is a saga, because
it’s prose which follows the trials and tribulations of the same group of
heroic men and women, over a period of decades.
I’m not sure
the genre distinction did affect the writing of the book, at all. The
double-duty genre wasn’t really something I was conscious of while writing.
Once I have covered the research well enough for me to “live in my story,” I
concentrate on the characters and their respective genuineness, almost to
exclusion, because they move my story forward.
6) Do you
have an excerpt you'd like to share?
Sure. I
really love my Preacher Bowman character. Boy, he’s evil! I set out to create a
real bad guy, and I believe I succeeded; Bowman seems to possess not a single,
saving, Grace. Here’s one of his scenes:
He’d done this
once already this week. He knew it was dangerous. He wasn’t rattlebrained; he
might be reckless… But he’d weighed the chance he’d be recognized against the
incredible number of firefighting men who came from all over the south, west
and further, and swarmed the town of Tillamook. He then considered the
propitious number of whores who had descended upon the town in response to all
those men. Finally, the squalid room he’d rented was on the opposite side of
town, about as far as one could be from the downtown strip, and Bowman was
satisfied he would remain unnoticed. Not even Welby knew where he was at the
moment. Get a radio so I can contact you whenever I need to. Let the boy
keep his pa’s gifts, or plan to replace ’em yourself. Don’t go celebratin’
without my permission…(chug) you ain’t respectable, you ain’t worth a
box a‘ hair to me…” he wagged his head from side to side as he silently
mimicked Otis Welby in a most unflattering way. A slow smile stretched
feline-like across his narrow-lipped maw. He took a good long pull on his brown
jug, looked sideways and saw the whore was watching him. Then he took another
long chug, that time splashing a little on his mushrooming midsection. He hated
Otis Welby. The man had been ordering him around--intimidating him--ever since
the Tjaden wedding. Four years of extortion, that’s what it was.
He looked her
way again and the whore quickly averted her eyes. But he’d seen enough to know
the woman was a little fearful of him. Bowman liked that. It made everything so
much more exciting. Tied with her hands to the iron headboard, face down,
Bowman had promised her she would not be hurt, but he could see she did not
entirely believe him. Yes, there was that fear, that trepidation…my God, how he’d
missed that… “Have you ever heard of the Marquis de Sade, my dear?” he asked.
7) Please
tell us a bit about your writing background.
A bit is
about all that I can tell you about my writing background. I started
writing by the seat of my pants following an auto accident that left me with
serious injuries. I don’t have an MFA--I don’t even have a B.A., in English.
So, I can’t claim any educational background.
As for
practical experience, I never worked at a newspaper or magazine. I did a little
writing, of newsletters, correspondences, that sort of thing, for a small
utility company in California. It’s where I learned to proofread and edit my
work. I found it amazing how quickly one could ascend the proverbial corporate
ladder, when one could write well. Apparently, I could write well. But, I never
wrote anything creative until I was well into my thirties.
I wrote
three novels while recovering from injuries, surgeries, and what-not. The first
two novels were pretty darned good, I thought, considering neither had received
an even cursory edit-job. But, the third was atrocious. I wanted to make
darned sure it never saw the light of day as a work ascribed to me, at some future time
when I just knew I would be an accomplished author of literary fiction…so I
burned it in my woodstove. There was no internet. There were no copies. I saved
only a single chapter, which I reworked into a short story of horror fiction
called “Not Quite Dead.” That story and another one, “The Party Favor” were
included in the anthology Agony in Black. Besides those two short stories, I
recently took Honorable Mention in The Source Annual Fall Fiction Contest for
my humorous short-short story, “The Dog Sniffer-er.” I also self-published a
recipe and local history book for my Bed & Breakfast Inn, but that was
decades ago. So, to be completely
candid, I had zero creative writing education, and not a whisper of
professional writing in my background--in fact, I never even wrote so much as a
short story, before I wrote three novels--two of ‘em good!
I know some
authors would hide (or pad) a writing background as thin as mine. But I’m
hoping the truth inspires other would-be authors, who I know are out there, to
go after a publishing contract. There are so many folks who know in their
hearts they can write, but they shrink from going after a writing career
because they have no professional standing. I’ll admit, it’s intimidating; I
don’t know that I would have done it, if Fate, or whomever, hadn’t interfered
and taken my life in a new direction. The truth is, if you can write and you
are willing to put in the hard (marketing) work that ALL publishers expect from
their unknown authors, you can do it. Whip those ever-important (one-page!)
query letters into shape and start submitting your best work to publishers who
accept online submissions. A simple internet search can tell you top ones in
the country, and a query placed at a professional platform, like LinkedIn, will
tell you the ones to stay away from.
8) Please
tell us about your other work.
Thank you
for asking about my current works. My final edit for Bodie went back to the
publisher several weeks early; it took only ten days to incorporate minor
changes, additions and the ever-important deletions, which gave my manuscript a
nice polish. I have written the promotional copy (back cover trailer), and I
would appreciate hearing what you think of it (plus, it will tell you about the
book):
“Bad
Whiskey, Bad Weather, Bad Men…” BODIE, in the California
desert,
was the deadliest town in America’s history.
Lara
and Lainy survived foster care and all its horrors, but the experience left
them incomplete in that they had no knowledge of the people they came from.
Unknowingly, until now, each of them has had a reoccurring dream for more years
than they can remember—the same dream. When the girls are regressed by a
therapist anxious to publish their story, they learn shocking details about
themselves, an unsolved murder in Bodie, California, and a massive cover-up.
They want to investigate--but a mining executive can’t allow the “Dream Sisters”
to go poking around Bodie, anymore than he could allow the therapist to go
public and threaten his thirty-five million dollar deal. Are the “Bad Men from
Bodie” really dead? Join Lainy and Lara as they dig up shocking secrets in Bodie.
This book is based on a true story--the authors own!
As for my
WIP (work-in-progress), Grog Wars, I have to admit, the other manuscript’s
final edit has taken precedence. But with only the final type-setting
read-through to go on Bodie, I am looking forward to getting back to my
protagonists, Burke and Lily. This one is Historical Fiction/Adventure about
the first German lager-brewers to come to the Pacific Northwest. It’s a journey
which sweeps across three continents, by traveling barely-seaworthy vessels or
the savage-infested Oregon Trail, during the four years from 1848 to 1852--a
most dangerous time to be a Portlander. I have a short broadcast promotional
copy I can leave you with--I hope it piques your interest:
Before
there was a Civil War….
They
called them Brew Wars, in Milwaukee;
they were the feared River Wars, in Chicago. But in Portland, Oregon,
Shanghai Capital of the World, they were the notorious Grog Wars. Brewing here
can be murder…
Thank you so
much for the interview. I had fun with your questions; I hope your readers
enjoy learning some things about me and my books!
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