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NTCE/ALAN

It’s been a couple of busy months. November’s highlight was speaking at the National Council of Teachers of English (NCTE) conference and the Assembly on Literature for Adolescents (ALAN) Conference in Chicago. The difference was striking! At NCTE, my audience was 3 people; at ALAN, several hundred (possibly up to 600, as the number of attendees was 600 but who knows how many were in the room when I was there.)

I was surprised that fewer authors stuck around to “watch” ALAN. Most of them arrived 15 minutes before their talk with their “handlers”–a publicist or an editor–in tow, and then left as soon as they were done. But I enjoyed watching the show for most of Monday and all of Tuesday.

I heard a great talk by Matt de la Pena and then, later, I was passing through the room when he was on a panel and he quoted his father: “If someone who has nothing tries to give you a gift, always accept it.” Absolute gold, that piece of wisdom; if somebody who has nothing offers you something, they are offering you their love and their heart, and you never reject that, never ever, no matter how humble the gift even if you feel like you shouldn’t accept it because you have “more” than the person giving to you.

Thank you, Sara Zarr, for not falling prey to the fact that you were on the “romantic panel” and for reminding the world that there is a huge problem with the message we receive from, basically, everywhere that we don’t “matter” unless somebody loves us romantically.

My mom came with me–she flew from Texas, I flew from California–and she took care of Nesta for me while I spent time in my publisher’s booth, gave my talks, and generally schmoozed around. They had a great time and Nesta apparently charmed all the ladies who cleaned our hotel room, the concierge, and the bell hops.

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An interview and a book discussion

Awesome poet and interviewer Marissa Bell Toffoli interviewed me last month and that interview is now live on her website. A highlight: “I want to have the world be tilted a little, to have it look a little bit different to people than before they came into the book…” Please check it out, vote for it, leave comments. Thanks!

The Assembly on Literature for Young People (ALAN) did a fantastic conversation/review of This Thing Called the Future on their blog, Under the Radar. Also a place to post comments! Here’s an excerpt from one of the participants, Bucky: “I like that while it is realistic, there are so many elements of the spiritual and supernatural too. Readers might enjoy deciding for themselves if some of the more mystical elements can be explained by science or something else. Does everything have to have a logical explanation? Subjects or themes explored include sibling and family relationships; conflict between ancient cultural practices and contemporary society; puppy love; coming of age, and more. While the story is a bildungsroman, it bridges the space between literary realism, magical realism, and the more metaphysical “fever dream” element of many vision quests.”

 

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In the Bay Area with Beverley Naidoo

Beverley Naidoo with Jessica Powers at Mission High School

Beverley Naidoo with Jessica Powers at Mission High School

Last week, Beverley Naidoo, the acclaimed children’s writer from South Africa, was in the United States as the keynote speaker for the USBBY conference. I was lucky enough to do several events with her in the Bay Area after her talk was through. We presented at two high schools in San Francisco–Mission High School and George Washington High School. We presented on animals in Africa and animals in our books–which is more complicated than you’d think. Animals in my book, This Thing Called the Future, are all presented on a spiritual level when Khosi encounters witchcraft. For Beverley, she refused to write about or think about animals for so long since she remembered how Africans were presented as animals in children’s picture books when she was a child (Babar being a famous example). But recently, she realized that Aesop must have been North African rather than Greek, that his tales are stamped with African-ness, and so she has begun re-telling Aesop’s tales.

On Thursday, we had a presentation and discussion at Stanford, co-sponsored with the Center for African Studies and the Education Department. We talked about the way that stories embed ideas in children, both negative and positive, and we discussed the possible ways books can be used, and the way that both of us awakened (through childhood and beyond) to the social realities around us that have caused both of us to write books that we believe really matter.

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USBBY Conference

This past weekend, I was on a panel about children’s literature and war at the United States Board on Books for Young People’s bi-annual conference. The talk went well and I met with lots of great people who love kids and love books. Couldn’t ask to be among better people!

I always have a hard time coming home from conferences. For one thing, just getting my suitcase unpacked always seems hard to do. It shouldn’t be, right? I should be able to throw the clothes in the dirty clothes hamper, put my makeup bag and hair dryer in the bathroom, shut the suitcase, and be done with it. For some reason (sigh), it never seems that simple. I’m always overwhelmed with the sheer amount of paper that one conference generates. These include pamphlets, business cards (often with notes scribbled on them), postcards, and receipts (since these are always business trips and I need the receipts for tax purposes). All the paper usually means that I don’t get “unpacked” for one conference until the next one rolls around and sometimes not even then. Right now, for example, my desk is a sheer mess of papers, some of those papers dating back to the Texas Library Association’s annual conference from last April. Geez louise.

But I had a great time on my panel with Nancy Bo Flood, Lyn Miller-Lachmann, Juanita Havill, and Marge Pelligrino. I loved meeting Alma Flor Ada and Beverley Naidoo, catching up briefly with Ed Sullivan and Uma Krishnaswami, and meeting lots of great other folks.

This week, I’m doing two school visits in San Francisco with Beverley Naidoo, giving a reading at Stanford’s weekly Africa Table, and giving a talk with Beverley Naidoo at Stanford. Feels hectic….and great!

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You’re a brick, Lauren Myracle, and we love you

For a lesson about how you should behave if you are nominated and then un-nominated for a major literary award, such as the National Book Award, check out Lauren Myracle’s Vanity Fair interview.

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Identity, Babies, and Writing

Ever since I became a mother, I’ve been referring to myself in the third person. “Mommy loves you,” I tell Nesta, or “You can’t bite Mommy!” even as I think, How weird. It’s like “I” don’t exist. Only “mommy” exists. And who the hell is she?

There is a certain amount of truth to the thought that “I” ceased to exist when “Mommy” came into being. Your identity collapses for your child into one thing, and that happens a little bit for yourself as well, at least for awhile. Humans spend time with the things, events, people, and activities that define them, that make up their identity, and a new mother spends more time with her child than she does anything else. Or at least, this new mother does. (Here I go again, referring to myself in the third person.) In the past 10 1/2 months since my son was born, I’ve probably spent an average of twelve to thirteen hours a day with him. This is more time than I think I’ve spent with anybody else, ever, except my own mother. Naturally, my identity at the moment reeks of motherhood, is saturated with the daily grind of it, soaked in those juices.

Who am I now? How did I get here? And will I ever be able to get my creative life back?

My blog and my writing life have suffered the most. Bill-paying work always gets done because it has to. The writing that does get done is mostly because of deadlines and public appearances, not because it brings in a lot of money. It’s been hard to work on my next book. I feel a little lost, swimming around in this sea of nursing, diapers, and lack of sleep. Though I didn’t exactly get what many people might refer to as “mommy brain,” I have discovered that I have very little patience for some things that absorbed me in the past, and my conversation is dominated by parenting talk, a trend I hope will pass as my baby grows and I have more freedom to become the “old” Jessica again. Or, not exactly the “old” Jessica, but a new (and certainly improved) Jessica.  

I am making a commitment to try blogging here again regularly, that is, once a week. So I hope you’ll drop by and spend some time with me as I muddle my way through this new period where my identity as wife, mother, writer, teacher, and editor/publicist are being shuffled around and re-mixed. Not entirely sure what will come of the re-mix but I know it’ll be an interesting process. Thanks for being here for the ride!

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Andrew Brown–a recommendation

This afternoon, as I was thinking about what I wanted to read next, I thought I’d check to see if Andrew Brown had written any new books since the last one I read and loved (Street Blues: The Experirences of a Reluctant Policeman). Andrew Brown is a South African writer, published by South African publishers, and unfortunately, that does mean his work is unavailable in the U.S. except for two books on the Kindle. But for those of you who have a Kindle, and who are interested in Africa, I would strongly recommend both of those books–the one I already mentioned and Inynezi, a love story set during the Rwandan genocide. Good stuff.

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Book tour with Baby

Yesterday, Nesta and I returned from 3 weeks of traveling in Texas and Louisiana to promote This Thing Called the Future. And before that, we spent some time in New York and Austin, Texas and Tucson, Arizona and San Diego, California. Traveling alone with a baby is hard. Traveling alone with a baby when doing booksignings is even harder.

I was lucky to have kind hands to help me along the way. In New York City, Chris’s cousin Katrina watched Nesta (and her own baby) in my hotel room. In Houston, my aunt babysat during my events. In Austin, friend and fellow writer Lindsey Lane watched Nesta during my reading at Bookwoman–he mostly slept in her arms. In Grand Coteau, my friend Jason Saracino took care of Nesta during a performance, soothing him to sleep outside in the muggy night air. And in New Orleans, during the ALA, I was fortunate that another good friend Holly McGee stayed with us at the hotel room and took care of Nesta whenever I needed to be gone. Holly thoroughly enjoyed taking Nesta around the city to see street performers, listen to music, and eat beignets at Cafe Du Monde in the French Quarter. Holly is African-American; Nesta has an olive tone to his skin (probably from his Cherokee heritage–dad’s side–or his Black Irish heritage–my side) but he doesn’t look black. Nevertheless, people kept stopping her and saying, “Your baby is soooo cute.” She responded, “Why, thank you,” with a gracious smile, each and every time.

I’m glad she was able to enjoy some of the beneficience bestowed towards folks with babies. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Having a baby has restored my hope in humankind. Holly told me that people who would never have spoken to her stopped to coo at the baby. “I got on the elevator once,” she told me, “and some straight up thugs, I kid you not, were making gaga faces at him.”  This has been my experience. People get doors. They carry luggage. And they all smile at Nesta. He’s never met a stranger. I hope he never does.

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Book Expo America here we come!

Hey, everybody, I’ll be signing copies of This Thing Called the Future at the Book Expo America on Thursday from 10:30-11:30 a.m. in the booksigning area. Please come! It’s not every day that you can get a copy of a young adult book that uses magical realism, is a love story, and is set in enchanted South Africa.

And also, you have just a few days left to enter my book giveaway for Emily Wing Smith’s book Back When You Were Easier to Love. I will keep it open until May 31.

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Emily Wing Smith–giveaway of Back When You Were Easier to Love

Emily Wing Smith and J.L. Powers-Kepler's Books

This past week, I had the extraordinary privilege of doing three book events with young adult writer Emily Wing Smith. Our second young adult novels each came out within a week of each other so it seemed like a natural to have her fly out to the Bay Area and do booksignings together.

I met Emily a couple of years ago at the annual SCBWI conference in Los Angeles and fell in love with her immediately, which to be honest, probably happens to everybody who meets Emily. She’s quirky, honest, and beautiful. Spend even just a few minutes with her and you’ll notice that all these random things fall out of her mouth, except it turns out, they’re not exactly random–they’re hilarious critiques on life, herself, her Mormon faith, and the world around her.

It’s no surprise to anybody who knows me that I’m fascinated with religion and Mormonism is no exception. One of the things I love about Emily is how quickly she understands and acknowledges the difference between Mormon culture and Mormon faith. A long long time ago, I left Christianity because I was sick of Christian culture and it seemed to me that 90% of the Christians around me couldn’t distinguish between the culture and the faith. Well, Emily’s had the same experience within Mormonism–but she stuck it out and she stayed. And now she writes about it. Her first novel, The Way He Lived, takes place in Haven, Utah, a town where 96% of the population is Mormon and does things a certain way because “that’s Mormonism.” Her second novel, Back When You Were Easier to Love, is a romantic comedy. It also takes place in Haven–and this book is a more direct analysis of the difference between being Mormon culturally (right down to drinking Sprite all the time) and being Mormon because you agree with the church’s theological teachings. The main character Joy is obsessed with her boyfriend, Barry Manilow, and the fact that she hates hates hates Haven. There’s a road trip, a surprise birthday gift, Las Vegas, and one of those awful open-mic poetry readings that we’ve all suffered through. It’s a book about discovering that the person you thought you loved is not the person you thought he was nor is he the person you love (and most of us have been through that experience.)

The book is funny and awesome and I’m happy to give one copy away to one of my readers. To be entered in the contest, please write about a time in your life when you thought you were in love and found out that maybe things weren’t quite what they seemed. The contest is also taking place on my facebook page, under notes, but I’ll keep track.

I asked Emily to share a few thoughts with me and here they are.

Back When You Were Easier to LoveTell me how you thought of your main character Joy. Is she anything like you? Or totally different?

Readers have used the word “stalkerish” to describe Joy—the same word, ironically, that has been used to describe me! Okay, so maybe not so ironically.  I’ve always been the obsessive type, especially as a teen—about my writing, my friends, and yes, also guys.  A guy, more specifically.  People called me obsessed, but they weren’t bothered by it as much as some readers are bothered by Joy. 

I think some of us don’t want to be reminded of how that kind of obsession exists, because it’s scary and somewhat pathetic to remember being that dependent on someone else for our own happiness.  But for a lot of people, it’s been true at one point or another.  The trick is learning to depend on yourself.  It’s the same for the characters whose journey we share–whether they figure it out in one-third of a book or it takes them the whole thing.

 Don’t name names, but surely you’ve known someone like Zan. (Haven’t we all). Tell us about it!

I met “Zan” in high school.  Actually there were two guys who made up Zan—and one of them actually did wear his grandpa’s shoes!  The other guy did make up his own language and didn’t fit in well with the rest of the student body.  I thought he was cool, but most people didn’t share my opinion.  He ditched town as soon as he could.

 You’ve told me you moved to a town just like Haven when you were about Joy’s age. (Maybe it was Haven, I don’t know.) Was your experience anything like Joy’s? What was it like, going from California to Mormon Utah?

When I was a teenager, I moved to a city almost identical to Haven.  It wasn’t far from where I’d grown up–both areas were suburbs of Salt Lake City–but it was like a different world.  Mormons are divided into congregations (wards) via geographical location.  Instead of asking me where I lived, kids would ask me what ward I was in—before even asking if I was Mormon.  I am Mormon, but I wasn’t used to it being a given.  I wasn’t used to the city’s quirks that were so natural to everyone at my new high school.  It got me wondering: if these quirks were so jarring to me, who had only moved thirty miles, how jarring would they be to someone who’d moved from a different state?  That’s when the character Joy Afterclein was born.

So….why young adult literature?

I’ve wanted to write young adult fiction since the time I was a young adult myself.  I read YA literature in junior high and high school, studied YA literature in college, and specialized in YA literature in graduate school.   I feel the same way a lot of YA authors feel:  that in my heart, I will forever be seventeen years old.

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