Q&A with Jenny Forrester, author of Narrow River, Wide Sky

Our memories save us, she’d told me when she gave me a diary for my thirteenth Christmas. I started writing my memories to save myself from the grief I’d gathered and given, and to figure out how to live without her, to grow up, and to consider what it means to be of service. ~ from Narrow River, Wide Sky

There’s a theme that keeps appearing in the work I’ve been doing lately, both personal and professional: how writing saves us. Whether I’m writing a letter to a friend or pouring thoughts into a journal, as I’m editing the draft of an essay or reading a memoir, the way we pull at language or push at imagery can weave a story that brings resolution, a desire for redemption, always relief.

This idea holds true with Jenny Forrester’s new memoir, Narrow River, Wide Sky (Hawthorne Books, 2017), a beautiful book that Kirkus calls “finely etched” and one that is encapsulated in the quote above. Forrester digs into the past in order to envision a future. Her book moves from scene to scene with little whitespace but plenty of close detail, offering a wide angle perspective on a society bound in politics and religion. The crux of her memoir is revealed in select critical moments between brother, sister, and sister-in-law to-be: we may grow up together in tight spaces and common struggles, but our journey can split at painful, philosophical divides and leave us hungry for understanding, for acceptance. Forrester writes of her return to such grace.

I’m honored to host Jenny for an interview and thrilled to give away a copy of her new book. Click HERE to sign up for the giveaway (deadline to enter is June 18th).

Now, welcome Jenny!


Christi Craig: You and I met several years ago in one of Ariel Gore’s Literary Kitchen online courses, and I remember mention of you wanting to write a memoir back then. It’s wonderful to see your book finally released into the world–here’s to perseverance, the twists and turns of the process, and success! How has your vision of this book changed from back then to now? Or maybe the vision has always been the same and time played a bigger (necessary) role in massaging the story onto the page?

Jenny Forrester: The desire to write a memoir has always been to pass the stories of my mother to my daughter, but the evolution to something bigger and for a wider audience happened over time. Time was required for this to become what it’s become. For sure, there was no other way than to be patient and keep writing towards the invisible (to me) ultimate form it took. You’re so right.

CC: In the chapter, “Supine,” you write “I got good at spinning in small spaces, careful of the river rocks around me,” and on the opening page of your book, you consider where to bury your mother, saying, “She liked expanses, the wider view. She’d suffered narrowness long enough.” Your memoir speaks on sense of place in relation to self as much as it does other themes (life & society, politics & religion), and it is a moment you experience at the Salt River where place takes you back to your core being:

I started to remember again rivers and where I’d come from after spending so much time and emotion on forgetting what I’d been and learned and forgetting what I’d fought against without knowing why.

Is there relief, then, in putting your story to the page?

JF: Writing helps me cope with the small and massive details of life, and I wish I didn’t have to have this sometimes. It would be so much easier to watch television and numb myself or maybe get involved in some other art form, but I do this because I must. I’m compelled. I would love to write fiction from now on.

CC: You are curator of the Unchaste Reader series, an ongoing literary event in Portland, Oregon. Can you tell us a little more about the series–its roots and its effect on writers, readers, and audience members alike?

JF: The series for women poets, spoken-word artists, and musicians began as a reaction to the male-dominated literary scene and has evolved as my understanding of the gender binary and other social issues and skills and you know, grit or maybe bossiness-used-for-good, and the know-how to create supportive art spaces has evolved. So the main effect of change has been on me, I suppose, and I hope it’s helpful to others. There’s this other effect that is hard to quantify – but it’s joy. There’s this joy that comes from the readers/performers that is so addictive. They’re happy, so I’m happy. Joyful, in fact.

CC: What are you reading these days?

JF: Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower and Lidia Yuknavitch’s Book of Joan and Sherman Alexie has a memoir coming out. Ijeoma Oluo, too. And Ariel Gore’s got a new book out soon, too. I’m always reading poetry.

CC: Do you have a quote or mantra that stays with you lately? (Because in many ways, life & society, place & politics hasn’t changed.) 

JF: As I drove through Colorado on the book tour, I kept hearing the lines of the book, and that meant so much to me. So, I suppose one of my mantras is to listen – the landscape has much to offer (solitude and sanctuary) and has much that it needs, you know? I navigate wanting more and being of service and seek to do right and believe that that rightness will widen the river, an important metaphor for me. And as a mantra, a repetition – I write myself resilient.

Jenny Forrester has been published in a number of print and online publications including Seattle’s City Arts Magazine, Nailed Magazine, Hip Mama, The Literary Kitchen, Indiana Review, and Columbia Journal. Her work is included in the Listen to Your Mother Anthology, published by Putnam. She curates the Unchaste Readers Series. Visit her website for more information on her writing or the Unchaste Readers website for information on upcoming events.

Don’t forget! Enter the giveaway for a chance to win a copy of Narrow River, Wide Sky (deadline is Sunday, June 18th).

#FamilyStories Meet the Author: Carolou Nelsen

This post is part of an interview series featuring the authors of Family Stories from the Attic, an anthology of essays, creative nonfiction, and poetry inspired by family letters, objects, and archives. Monday posts are featured on the Hidden Timber Books website, and Wednesday posts are featured here. Learn more about Family Stories from the Attic at the bottom of this post. Without further ado, let’s meet Carolou Nelsen, author of “I Had a Brother.”


Carolou Nelsen

Q: Did you write “I Had a Brother” with a particular person/reader in mind?

Carolou: The discovery of a letter written by my brother in 1945 during World War II brought back so many memories of our growing up years together. I decided to represent the letter in this piece, alternating his written voice with my thoughts

Q: How has the publication of your piece influenced the work you are writing today or your writing in general?

Carolou: This look into my past reminded me that my adult children and my grandchildren know little about my youth and the world I lived in eight decades ago. At my daughter’s request, I would now like to write about my experiences in times that they cannot imagine.

Q: What is a fun, interesting, or unusual fact to share with your readers?

Carolou: I fell into writing quite by accident when a friend asked me to illustrate a children’s book that she had written. I joined her writing group and became enchanted with my fellow senior friend’s written works. Now I try to work with both brush and pen.

Connect with Carolou

If you’d like to connect with Carolou, you’ll have to do it the old fashioned way–face to face or snail mail, because as Carolou says, “I am not involved with social media nor do I intend to find the extra time to do so. Life is full as it is!”

Pictured above left, Carolou (17) and Bob (24) before he went overseas, and pictured above right, Carolou’s son, Robert, at Bob’s gravestone.


ABOUT THE BOOK

Family Stories from the Attic features nearly two dozen works of prose and poetry inspired by letters, diaries, photographs, and other family papers and artifacts. Editors Christi Craig and Lisa Rivero bring together both experienced and new writers who share their stories in ways that reflect universal themes of time, history, family, love, and change.

Available now from Boswell Book CompanyAmazonBarnes & Noble and other online retailers.

 

#CaringForCommunity: Waiting

#CaringForCommunity is a blog series that spotlights the work of writers, artists, or your next-door neighbors who, without being asked and without pay, carry the light in simple but meaningful ways. These are people giving back in order to lift others up. Real life examples of compassion, concern, and inspiration. In today’s post, the story is personal.


Post-book launch with authors Carolou and Val.

A lot can happen in a day, like you wake up still beaming from an excellent book launch; you move into your last few hours of work before summer break; and you scribble a to-do/to-take list for your upcoming writing retreat out of town. You’ve been going going going and doing and worrying (which is what you do best, unfortunately). And you ignore that thing pressing at your back–literally, a pressing of pain–until it moves to the front and your sister-in-law lovingly reminds you that “at your age” you ought to check that out. Especially before you leave town. So you do. That day. And you come to find out you’ve got shingles.

A lot can happen from there, like the sleepless nights and the tell-tale rash and the unfathomable pain until (finally) relief, and by some miracle (meds, the bed, the nurturing from family–all of the above), you do make it to your writing retreat, which turns out to be respite in more ways than one.

You meet a roomful of women (a few men, too, whom you appreciate as well, but it’s the women) who pull you back into balance. Gentle voices and knowing eyes and honest, light-hearted conversation about the process of writing and living and living with writing. Throughout the whole week, you are surrounded by these women, flooded with quiet moments, and nudged with reminders To Just Be.

One woman in particular speaks to you from across the lunch table–the one place where it’s never quiet. You strain to hear her, leaning across your bowl of beef broth soup and plate of noodles dressed in bright, red tomato sauce. Never mind if you get some on your shirt, what she’s saying is important.

She’s talking about waiting.

Waiting for the story.
Listening for the characters.
Being still.

Later, she gives you an article on just that, “When Writing is Actually About Waiting.” The margins of her copy are filled with her handwritten thoughts about waiting and her own personal journey into story. But she doesn’t hesitate to share, to pass on the wisdom gained: it’s in sharing where we fully understand, connect, grow.

And it’s in this article where you read the words you most need to hear:

You can find peace within that. In the waiting.

In the listening. In being still.

. . .

Just what your body has been trying to tell you.

So you take to her message. You take walks, you take naps, you take your pen and paper into town and you sit.

And wait.

And listen.

And gather the story.

Waiting, with sustenance.