Q: Hello, I’m Helen the host of Novel
Conversations, please do make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?
Tea, coffee, wine – something stronger? You’ll find a box of chocolates and a
bowl of fruit on the table next to you, please do help yourself. I believe you are
a character in Lorraine Devon Wilke’s
novel HYSTERICAL LOVE. Would you like to introduce yourself? Are you
a lead character or a supporting role?
A: Hey, Helen, nice to meet you and thanks for taking the time to
talk with me about my role in HYSTERICAL LOVE. My name is Dan
McDowell. I am the “lead character,” as they say. I’m thirty-three, a
photographer; I live in Los Angeles, have an older sister, Lucy, and two
parents living nearby, and share a home with my—well, I was sharing a home with my fiancée, Jane. Until recently. When
she—though a wonderful person with a big heart—greatly overreacted to a relational blip in my past and kicked me
out. But more on that later…
Q: What genre is the novel and what is it about? (What's on the back cover blurb!)
A. I’d put it into the upmarket literary fiction category, with
a mix of humor and pathos, and a focus on “what’s true love and how do you know
when you’ve found it?” As for what it’s about: I’ll take your suggestion and go to
the “back of the book”; it does a pretty good job of laying it out:
Dan McDowell, a
thirty-three-year-old portrait photographer happily set to marry his beloved
Jane, is stunned when a slip of the tongue about an “ex-girlfriend overlap” of
years earlier throws their pending marriage into doubt and him onto the street.
Or at least into the second bedroom of their next-door neighbor, Bob, where Dan
is sure it won't be long. It's long.
His sister,
Lucy, further confuses matters with her “soul mate theory” and its suggestion
that Jane might not be his... soul mate, that is. But the tipping point comes
when his father is struck ill, sparking a chain of events in which Dan
discovers a story written by this man he doesn’t readily understand, but who,
it seems, has long harbored an unrequited love from decades earlier.
Incapable of
fixing his own romantic dilemma, Dan becomes fixated on finding this woman of
his father’s dreams and sets off for Oakland, California, on a mission fraught
with detours and semi-hilarious peril. Along the way he meets the beautiful
Fiona, herbalist and flower child, who assists in his quest while quietly and
erotically shaking up his world. When, against all odds, he finds the elusive
woman from the past, the ultimate discovery of how she truly fit into his
father's life leaves him staggered, as does the reality of what’s been stirred
up with Fiona. But it’s when he returns home to yet another set of unexpected
truths that he’s shaken to the core, ultimately forced to face who he is and
just whom he might be able to love.
Lorraine Devon
Wilke, author of the acclaimed debut novel, AFTER THE SUCKER PUNCH,
brings her deft mix of humor and drama to a whip-smart narrative told from the
point of view of its male protagonist. HYSTERICAL LOVE explores themes of
family, commitment, balancing creativity, facing adulthood, and digging deep to
understand the beating heart of true love.
Q: No spoilers, but are you a ‘goody’ or a ‘baddie’? (Or maybe you
are both!)
A: Good question… guess it
depends on who you ask and when you ask them! I’m basically a good guy who’s
just trying to figure things out, but there are
people who might say I’m a tad self-focused, maybe a little obsessive; even
narcissistic at times (though I’d take exception to that last one!). But in my
defense, and for whatever reason, this age—thirty-three—is a real bear. It
seems like you should have the basics figured out by thirty-three, but I feel
like I still haven’t got a clue. I’m floundering. This applies to my career (working
at a mall-based family portrait center is not exactly inspirational), my family
(ho, my dad… there’s a piece of work!), and my currently blighted love life.
On top of that, I clash regularly with my overachieving sister, Lucy, who is as
unvarnished and candid a person as could possibly exist (which can be
skin-scraping for a laid back guy like me), and certainly my girlfriend, Jane, who
hates me throughout the bulk of the story (but not really, you know?), would
not likely have much good to say about me. My best friend, Bob, on the other
hand, is not only a general hoot, but takes me as I am without a lot of
judgment, which I appreciate. There’s another woman who comes into the picture,
Fiona… ah, Fiona. She thinks everyone is good. And then there’s my parents. Wow.
My mother’s convinced the sun shines down on me, while my father pretty much
thinks I’m an ass.
But whatever I am or am not, this story puts me on a journey—both
literally and figuratively—that lays out some truths I can neither deny nor dismiss,
and somewhere in all that I honestly think I become a better person. Though you’d probably have to ask the others
to get that verified.
Q: Tell me about another
character in the novel – maybe your best friend, lover or partner … or maybe
your arch enemy!
A: My sister Lucy is a bit of a challenge for me. Sometimes I feel
like we’re really close, really in sync, other times we’re on different planets
and she’s viewing me through a filter of her own making… and it ain’t
rose-colored! She’s a couple of years older, currently single, and though her
version of growing up was actually a lot more lackadaisical and chaotic than my
own, she always manages to trip upon the golden tickets out there. For example,
without even trying that hard, she magically attracted the funds to open her
own restaurant and is now one of the most popular chefs in Los Angeles. Not
sure how any of that happened. Especially since I put years, I mean years, into the study of my craft—photography—and
the best I’ve been able to do (so far… I hope) is a gig at some family portrait
store in a mall. But whatever it is, I also feel like Lucy’s my touchstone, the
person I most rely on, the person I can always expect truth from; the person
who’ll kick my ass (even when I don’t think I deserve it) and the person who’s walking this crazy maze with me regarding our
parents. I’m in awe of her and she
drives me nuts. And, frankly, she’s the catalyst at the heart of my romantic
dilemma: after all, she’s the one who threw out the idea that Jane might not be
my soul mate. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Q: Is this the only novel you have appeared in, or are there
others in a series?
A: Nope, this is it. My big literary moment. No series, no
sequels. I take you on a ride, I leave you with hope, and you get to take it
from there. I trust your imagination will do me justice!
Q: What is one of your least favourite scenes you appear in?
A: I can’t really talk about any of my least favourite scenes,
because they’d all be spoilers and I don’t want to do that to your readers. So let
me go with my “most earth shaking revelation.”
That’s the moment when I read this story my father wrote decades
earlier. Wait—let me lay some groundwork first: my dad is a true curmudgeon (and
how many people can you honestly say
that about?), a bigger-than-life “man’s man” (pretty much the exact opposite of
me), and a guy who thinks good parenting involves soul-crushing your idiot son
in hopes it’ll make him stronger. I’ve always felt he was disappointed in
me—never said it, but sometimes you just feel these things. And certainly he
can’t relate to much about my life or who I am; bit of a generational gap… he
was an “older father.” Anyway, that’s the foundation. So he freaks us all out
with this stroke, and while I’m rolling around in existential panic that my
weird, enigmatic paternal role model is quite possibly going to die, I find
this story he wrote when he was in his twenties. There I discover he’d been
madly in love with this woman who wasn’t
my mother, a woman who literally set his heart on fire, a woman who inspired
him to write in a way that sounded nothing
like the man I know, and a woman who unceremoniously and cruelly dumped him. I then realize that everything he is,
every way he looks at love and relationships, his ideas about marriage and men
and women are all products of this one singular, seminal event. It shakes me to
my core. Makes me wonder who the guy really is, how my mom fits in; how much this
event is still impacting his life today. So tell me: if you then heard him say
her name in a drug-addled moment in the hospital, and later you discover she is
still around and living in your state, wouldn’t you set off on a journey to find some answers to it all?
Q: And your favourite scene?
A: Easy: When I get back
home after this cathartic, life-changing trip and discover that Tomas’s beloved
ice cream truck is finally back in
the neighbourhood after an inexplicable and horrifying absence. Yeah… I got a
thing for his toffee ice cream bars—though Bob tells me the depth of my joy
might just be a bit of projection.
Q: Tell me a little about your author. Has she written any
other books?
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| Lorraine |
A: She has. First off, she’s a long-time screenwriter, had one of her
films produced as an indie feature back in the 90s (To Cross the Rubicon), she then added editorial writing to her
resume, spending the last decade building her own “arts & politics” blog (Rock+Paper+Music) as well as maintaining
a regular column at HuffPost. In
terms of writing novels, she began that chapter in 2010. Her first book, AFTER
THE SUCKER PUNCH, came out in early 2014, and my story, HYSTERICAL
LOVE, was published a year later. Both have done well: awards, book
clubs, well reviewed by readers and editorial writers, so be sure to check them
out… I’m not even partial to which one you decide to try first, but definitely do
check out my story before you’re done. I think you’ll find it pretty darn
fascinating... at least I hope so!
Q: Is your author working on anything else at the moment?
A: Yes. Her third novel, THE ALCHEMY OF NOISE, which is kind
of a departure in that it’s a more dramatic, topical novel than either of the
previous two, is set for publication on April 9, 2019. This go-around she’s
actually working with a publisher, noted hybrid publisher, She Writes Press,
who brings traditional distribution to the table, so that’s very exciting for
her. Hopefully—and even if this makes her next book ineligible for a BRAG
medallion—BRAG readers will still show a fellow “medallioner” some love and
seek the book out when it launches. If anyone wants to know more about it, you
can just check the “Coming Soon” page on her website.
Q: How do you think indie authors, such as your author, can be
helped or supported by readers or groups? What does your author think is the
most useful for her personally?
A: Any kind of networking, marketing collaboration, reviews,
conversations, introductions, etc., adds to the critical mass of support for an
author and their book(s). Some people really enjoy the camaraderie and
interaction of writers’ groups on Facebook, some prefer to connect in person at
book clubs, public readings, and writer’s co-opts; there are lots of ways to
make it work. I’d say my author falls somewhere in the middle of all that. She
has belonged (and still belongs) to several Facebook writers’ groups, but finds
she keeps more to herself in regards to her progress, her process, her
research, etc. Often, however, ideas come up that inspire an article and then
she’s as forthcoming as can be (you can find her catalogue of
publishing-related articles on her blog, Rock+Paper+Music)! I’d say her
favorite outlets for networking connections are book readings and book clubs,
where she can personally interact, discuss, answer questions, etc., with people
specifically interested in her work.
Q: Finally, before we must bid adieu, the novel you appear in has been
awarded a prestigious IndieBRAG Medallion, does your
author find this helpful, and is there anything else he/she would like
IndieBRAG to do to help indie authors receive the recognition they deserve?
A: I think it’s always helpful for a book to be acknowledged and
honoured by a prestigious organization. The promotional support (president Geri
Dunlap Clouston does a fabulous job of supporting her writers), the sharing of
information about the book and the author, are extremely helpful, as are their
newsletters, which are full of referrals, networking possibilities, reviewers
open to IndieBRAG honorees, that sort of thing. It’s hard for any book to stand
out in the ever-increasing supply of titles out there in the marketplace,
particularly the indie market, so every step that shines a little specific
light on a book is valuable. As for what, additionally, they might offer: the
best thing IndieBRAG can do for its authors is to raise its own profile, its
own brand, because any advancement of the organization is advancement for their
authors. Win/win!
Helen: Thank you, Dan, it was a pleasure talking to you. Would your
author like to add a short excerpt? While our visitors are reading it, though, would you like a refill of that
drink…?
Dan: Thanks right back to you, Helen; I appreciate your interest in my story and look forward to your readers getting to know me a bit. I hope they’ll be kind. And sure… I’ll have another refill!
Salute! Here’s to being a successful Brag Medallion Honouree!
HYSTERICAL LOVE: excerpt
I AM FLUMMOXED by relationships.
That is not a glib statement; it’s
the frank admission of a man who can’t seem to get it right, even under what
would seem to be the very best of circumstances. Relationships bewilder me.
They knock me to my knees, and leave me baffled as to why something as
essential as love is so damn fraught with confusion. At least for me. Which is
disappointing. I don’t think I’m an anomaly, but I did think I’d have it
figured out by now.
It’s not that I don’t fully
appreciate the value of a good relationship. I do. I’m the guy who wasn’t a
player in school, high school or
college. I always had a girlfriend and was always loyal and faithful to that
girlfriend. Not because I’m so good, but because I’m not good at chaos. I hate
the complication of it, the balancing of opposing forces (i.e., more than one
girlfriend), and I’m a horrible liar, all requisites of a successful player.
And, truth be told, I like being in a relationship: the
comfort, the dependability, the shared meals and regular sex. These are all
good things for a man who wants to avoid complication. So why, you may ask, am
I flummoxed?
Because, despite my affinity for the
state of being, relationships tend to explode on my watch. I’m not sure how or
why, but it’s typically things like her deciding I’m not motivated enough, or
me deciding she’s not fun enough (I had one who “hated the outdoors”…what do
you do with that?), or both of us deciding the other is unexciting enough that moving
on would be more exciting than staying put. But it’s always messy, it’s always
painful, and it usually involves weeping, tossed closets, and new sets of keys.
So as I’ve attempted to evolve in life, I’ve tried my best to choose better and
do it right. More right. At least as
right as I can.
Which I thought I’d done over these
last three years. Thought I’d gotten it really right on both the choosing and
the doing. But as I sit on the edge of a strange bed in a strange bedroom and
reflect on the very strange night that has just ensued, it’s clear I
miscalculated. Misjudged. Regardless of good intentions, I once again set the
whole damn thing on fire. Or she did. I’m still not sure.
Even more disheartening, this
relationship had gone much further than any previous. It lasted longer, had
less drama, and we’d actually embarked upon those iconic discussions of the
future, that gaping, wide-open, impossible to imagine place I’d been assured
was both warm and welcoming. I thought, I think we both thought, we were out of
the danger corridor, that weird zone after the early hot years where
relationships wander to get battered by irritation and boredom. We were past
that, we’d transcended, we were golden.
We were f***ed. By love-smugness. It
gets you every time.
Connect with LORRAINE DEVON WILKE:
Twitter: @LorraineDWilke
INDIE BRAG LINKS:
Twitter: @IndieBrag
HELEN HOLLICK:
Twitter: @HelenHollick
