by Linda Rodriguez
My newest book was just published. Dark
Sister: Poems is my third book of poetry to be published. It's a
true book of the heart. This is the book in which I examined my
family and my heritage. It's filled with stories from grandparents
and other ancestors and explores what it means to be the complex
living culmination of all those varied lives, dreams, and
experiences.
It's odd being a poet and a mystery
novelist. At least, other people seem to think so, though it makes
perfectly good sense for me. The worlds of poetry/literary fiction
and mystery/thrillers are very separate. I never see that more
clearly than when I attend one of the conferences for each type of
writing—and I usually attend one for each every year. Oddly enough,
although the stakes are higher in crime fiction than in poetry
(there's never any real money or sales in poetry or most lit
fiction), the competition is fiercer and meaner in po-biz (as it's
often called) than anything you'll find in crime fiction. Mystery and
thriller writers, taken as a whole, are a very laid-back, genuinely
nice group of people, something that simply can't be said for a great
number of writers in the other field. (Not that there aren't poets
and literary fiction writers who are absolute dolls—there are many
whom I love dearly.)
I'm about to head out to Tampa,
Florida, for the largest literary conference in the country, AWP
(Associated Writers and Writing Programs), with usually over 17,000
attendees. I'm looking forward to seeing so many friends that I only
see at this conference each year, but I'm also dreading it because
it's grown so huge and sprawling that it's barely accessible for this
woman on a cane and also because, as usual, there are all kinds of
tempests raging in the lit world that can make navigating the
political currents tricky and stressful. Still, I will have my new
books with me for my panels, caucuses, and readings, and I have
people looking forward to the chance to acquire signed copies, so
that makes me happier about the trip.
Dark Sister is my tenth
published book. It's available for sale here:
If you had told me years ago that I
would ever manage to publish ten books, I would have been ecstatic
but unbelieving. And there is still that frisson of excitement and
delight when each new book comes out, and I hold it in my hands for
the first time. I doubt that will ever go away, even in the unlikely
event that I should be fortunate enough to one day have thirty or
forty published as some authors do. So I'm celebrating a new book
baby, and I hope you'll take a look at it—to appreciate the lovely
cover, if nothing else. I have been spectacularly fortunate in the
covers of all my books.
Here is a sample of the poetry in the
book.
WHAT CROW SAYS
This is how gods are made.
The land is wild and free,
soil just beginning to cover the warm
rock.
One day, the stone lights up
with the dreams of animals.
Out of the shining,
something other awakens.
These things happen so easily.
Nature is crowded—
everything intent on being warm.
Who knew what damage dreams could
wreak?
This furless, clawless thing created
from whatever’s wasted or not wanted
in us,
we watched it arise
walking on two feet like Bear
but so weak and slow.
Bear can outrun a horse,
kill a deer with one blow.
It should have died but didn’t.
Some tenacity kept it alive
and breeding and changing
the very world around it
We all spoke the same language
until that changed, too.
Now we’re left with consequences.
Now we are the other,
everything other to this being.
We are the constant target in the
crosshairs.
Now we live with the burden of being
seen,
living into our observed death.
Great plans never work out.
Chaos is forever seeping in.
All it takes is a crack in creation
like this to ruin everything.
Here is a wound no spell can heal.
We’ve tried them all.
Not even Spider can weave us whole
again.
Spoilage creeps over the whole land.
Cherish your wildness.
It’s all we have left.
Live close to the edge.
Published in Dark
Sister (Mammoth Publications, 2018)
I will be on the road to Florida when
this posts, so my response to comments will be later on Monday, but I
look forward to connecting then.
Linda Rodriguez's Dark Sister: Poems
has just been released. Plotting the Character-Driven Novel, based on her popular workshop, and The World Is One Place: Native
American Poets Visit the Middle East, an anthology she co-edited,
were published to high praise in 2017. Every Family Doubt,
her fourth mystery novel featuring Cherokee campus police chief,
Skeet Bannion, will appear in August, 2018, and Revising the
Character-Driven Novel will be published in November, 2018. Her
three earlier Skeet novels—Every Hidden Fear, Every
Broken Trust, and Every Last Secret—and
her books of poetry—Skin Hunger
and Heart's Migration—have
received critical recognition and awards, such as St. Martin's
Press/Malice Domestic Best First Novel, International
Latino Book Award, Latina Book Club Best Book of 2014, Midwest Voices
& Visions, Elvira Cordero Cisneros Award, Thorpe Menn Award, and
Ragdale and Macondo fellowships. Her short story, “The Good
Neighbor,” published in the anthology, Kansas City Noir, has
been optioned for film.
Rodriguez is past chair of the AWP Indigenous Writer’s Caucus, past president of Border Crimes chapter of Sisters in Crime, founding board member of Latino Writers Collective and The Writers Place, and a member of International Thriller Writers, Wordcraft Circle of Native American Writers and Storytellers, and Kansas City Cherokee Community. Visit her at http://lindarodriguezwrites.blogspot.com
Congratulations! It sounds like a wonderful book, especially if judged by the poem you shared with us.
ReplyDeleteI hope it's very successful!
Congratulations, Linda. The poem is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteHave a great time at the conference.
What a marvelous baby. Such beautiful mastery of words.
ReplyDeleteI wish you much success with your new book, Linda. May it fly off the shelves!
ReplyDeletecongratulations and safe travels.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Linda and awesome poem. I, too write both mysteries and poetry, but the only thing I killed in a poem was a possum, and it was killed by my son when it was eating my chickens.
ReplyDeleteI love the cover, and may you sell a lot of books and have a good time in Florida
Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteThank you, KM! I'm glad you liked the poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kait! The conference will allow me to see lots of friends I love, so I'm really looking forward to that.
Ah, Debra, you made me blush. Thank you!
Thanks, Shari! Your signed copy is on its way to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margaret!
Gloria, that's odd. I have a poem about my son killing a possum in my book, HEART'S MIGRATION.
Thanks, Warren!