Caroline Bock-BEFORE MY EYES
Caroline Bock - Author of BEFORE MY EYES and LIE
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Where Does a Writer Start?

Where does a writer start?
This writer starts with two things:
 
The question WHY? Eventually, upon analysis, I’ve learned that my initial why.  My curiosity. My questioning myself and the human condition – leads to what English teachers call “theme.”  
 
How, in the 21st century, in Long Island, New York, can a group of suburban teens—turn on people who lived among them? Strangers, but not strange. Two brothers who weren’t bothering anyone—just because they were not like them? And why did no one——parents, teachers, coaches, notice anything? Why did none of their wide circle of friends say: this is wrong?  What is the nature of hate and prejudice in the 21 century? These are the questions my character struggle with in my 2011 young adult novel, LIE.
 
With my 2014 young adult novel–Before My Eyes– three intertwined stories – but also inspired by the why. Why did no one see what was going inside with these three fragile teens–especially one who is going through a psychic break–and who has so easily bought a gun?  
 
The second thing I start with is:
A character.
A voice in my head. A sense that something is going to happen to this person–I’m not sure what, but I’m going on a journey with him or her. It may end well; it may not. It may end unsettled—in a question because  my characters are complicated.

Ultimately, these novels end.

Yet life remains complicated, so I am starting a new novel; one I am aiming for adults, since our lives, these days, are more complicated than ever. STAY TUNED.

WRITING ADVICE-INTERVIEW WITH THE WRITER MAGAZINE- MARCH ISSUE

Do you write short stories? I was interviewed by THE WRITER MAGAZINE after winning first place in their 2016 short story contest, judged by Column McCann. If you have not read his "!3 Ways of Seeing" story collection, run now and read it. It is masterful. And if you'd like read The Writer Magazine interview with me where I give some advice on writing, go now: http://www.writermag.com/2016/01/27/caroline-bock-author-gargoyles-stars/



FISH SELL...and other thoughts on BOOK MARKETING and MY POP

FISH SELL... was originally published earlier this year by the wonderful Washington Independent Review of Books...but I've been thinking a lot these hot summer days of my Pop and of his unorthodox real-world advice so I'm reprinting and sharing it here...

Beyond the Book
“Fish Sell”
On seeing the trade paperback of my book for the first time
By Caroline Bock
 
The cover of Before My Eyes hasn’t changed, but the feel of it has. Grittier. I expect it to smell like cigarettes.
 
It doesn’t.
BEFORE MY EYES by Caroline Bock 
I flip to the back first, as if the ending may somehow have changed.
 
It hasn’t.
 
On the last page is an advertisement for another novel, LIE, and I see that I wrote that, too.
 
I actually never forgot that I wrote LIE, my first novel. Though sometimes it feels like I never published anything (except that poem I wrote in third grade) — that someone else wrote all those words over all those years.
 
I can still remember that first poem. My father stared at it and its “tall, towering trees” published in the school’s mimeographed newspaper.
 
“Toots, we got a writer in the family,” he said with his kind of praise, expansive and vague. It took me a minute to know that he was imagining me older, not 8 years old. Until that moment, I hadn’t particularly wanted to be a writer.
 
If my father were looking over Before My Eyes, he’d ask the sale price first ($9.99), and then how many I expected to sell (a lot, maybe). And then he might ask: “Why don’t I bring the book down to Thunderbird?” He’d sell a few for me at his flea-market table in Florida where he sold souvenir T-shirts to Canadian tourists.
 
“I can’t promise you how many books I’d move, toots. I’m the guy known for the fish T-shirts, not books. Did you ever think of slapping a picture of a shark on any of your novels? Fish sell, toots.”
 
You’ll notice that there is always a mother, damaged or dead, in my novels. I’m working on writing a mother into my next book, but I may have to kill her off. My father raised me, and I have trouble with mothers.
 
I have never seen a shark or written about one. Before My Eyes is about paranoid schizophrenia, gun violence, and the teen psyche at the end of a long, hot summer. It is largely set at the beach, but there aren’t any fish.

Some people glance at Before My Eyes and ask, “What age is this for?” because it is marketed as a YA novel. I wrote it with teen characters surrounded by adults who don’t see what is happening before their eyes. I think adults should read it first.
 
If you read Before My Eyes, you’ll immediately glean that it starts near the end and moves backward. The world is different if you think you know the answers, but you don’t.

I see the world moving forward and backward at the same time, roots overlapping one another, the trees from my first poem. I see myself writing in notebooks at 8 years old and today. My father is gone, dead now, but here with me, looking over my shoulder, talking about fish.
 
“Fish sell, toots.”
 
The trade-paperback version of Caroline Bock’s Before My Eyes is now available wherever books are sold. For more about the author go to www.carolinebock.com. 

So cool... poetry on the Diane Rehm show...including my first poem!

Do you remember the first poem you ever wrote?That was the question radio host and interview extraordinaire Diane Rehm asked today on her WAMU/NPR radio show. I was at my desk, working, writing, and my third grade poem from Mrs. Murano's class, at George M. Davis Elementary School in New Rochelle, NY, popped into my head. As far as I remember, it is my first poem, and I wrote it at age eight. Impulsively, I tweeted it to her-- and she read it on the air! It's right near the top of the show. (click here for link) And here it is too:

In the woods
where there are
tall,towering trees
tiny,timid animals,
rigid, rustling leaves,
I stand there
just me.

I've gone on to write and publish more,including my new young adult novel,BEFORE MY EYES,(St.Martin's Press, 2014)which has one of the main characters, Claire, age 17, writing poetry, which is featured in the novel. 

Do you remember your first poem? 

TOOTH FAIRIES and OTHER FAIRIES (BOOK FAIRIES)

My eight-year-old daughter lost another tooth this week, and she insisted that she still believed in the tooth fairy. So the tooth fairy was contacted and replied with this note:

2.28.14
Dear Sara,
I believe in you…
And I’m glad you believe in me.
Stay forever young…
With love always,
Your Tooth Fairy
xxoo

This note (and a few dollars) from the tooth fairy made a little girl very happy. Do you still believe?

Sometimes it's nice to know that simple things are still good things to believe in--like the tooth fairy.

--Caroline


P.S. If I had a fairy, it would be a book fairy, someone who waves a wand and encourages all to go read my new young adult novel, BEFORE MY EYES, which is NOT at all whimsical, but as much adult as much as young adult. Look for BEFORE MY EYES everywhere books/ebooks are sold. Read it with your mature teen (age 14 and above) or just read it.    

JACK GILBERT. REFUSING HEAVEN. R.I.P. November 13, 2012

At Syracuse University, on a sparkling cold winter night, at the Hall of Languages, top floor, I listened to my poetry teacher, Jack Gilbert, read and I cried and cried. His words and the passion in which he read them filled this undergraduate with emotion and possibility -- and I remember thinking: this is what it means to be in college, to write, to be alive.

I also recall one of his first workshop exercises -- to read Thirteen Ways of Looking at A Blackbird by Wallace Stevens and to write our own thirteen ways of looking by  seeing the world as it is not as we wish it could be.

This magnificent poet died today at age 87. One of his last collection of poems I re-read now, Refusing Heaven (his "Collected Poems" have just been released this year). In the title poem, the voice says at the end, as he refuses heaven, "He is like an old ferry dragged onto the shore,/ a home in its smashed grandeur, with the giant beams/ and joist.  Like a wooden ocean out of control./ A beached heart.  A cauldron of cooling melt."  Rest in peace, old teacher. Sail on.

Truly,



9/11 and the NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF LITERATURE

Today is Tuesday, September 11, 2012, and I'm marking two very different anniversaries in this post: 9/11 and the Norton Anthology of Literature, both which mark turning points in my life -- and maybe yours?

Eleven years ago, I woke up to the same blue, blue skies that I woke up to today.  Not a cloud. Blue.  That day, I was supposed to be in New York City, running a press conference, downtown, until my ace second-in-command, called and ordered, "Turn on the news. Now."  The skies were clear and blue and then they weren't.
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The second anniversary, talks about what saves us from despair, at least what saves me: stories and poetry. The Norton Anthology of English LIterature is celebrating its 50th anniversary, having published nine editions so far.  I have carried my edition of the Norton Anthology of Poetry with me since I was a freshman in college, schlepped it from one home to another, at least a dozen moves, brought it with me to graduate school in my 40s, adding notes to its tissue-thin paper, losing the cover, re-reading some poems never reading others in the 1,000 plus page tome. I will never abandon it, for it never abandoned me.

"I wake to sleep, and take my waking show.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go." --

opening to "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke
p. 1133 in my edition of The Norton Anthology  of Poetry

And lastly, if you haven't read LIE yet -- my critically-acclaimed young adult novel, now is the time.  

Truly,

What Happens When You Go to Tasteful Nudes...

This is what happens when you go to a June literary reading entitled “Tasteful Nudes“ at Housing Works in Soho with your New York City girlfriend. You don’t really expect to anyone to be nude, but then you don’t expect to be so entertained by Dave Hill, Michael Kupperman and Rebecca (aka Debbie Downer from Saturday Night Live) Dratch and readings from their new books—
  
You walk out in a great mood and see graffiti art on the construction in the front of the turn-of-the-century (19 to 20th, having now to be precise about what century) building. You cross the cobblestone street – and you see --
 
That flames are spitting out of the graffiti man’s mouth—
 
You take a picture thinking it’s cool downtown art—
 
You don’t think:  FLAMES ARE SWIRLING OUT OF ITS MOUTH until two people stumble out of the building choking on the smoke. They call the super and someone pours a cup of water into his mouth as if he’s giving him a drink—
 
You and your friend quickly decide it’s time to go to dinner. You pick a not too expensive place nearby and order a white wine and a nicoise salad and watch fire trucks race by—
 
After dinner, you go back to that turn-of-the-century building because you parked your Honda CRV with the Junie B. Jones books piled in the backseat right in front (street parking available after 6 p.m.). This is what you find—
 
You and your friend agree: this was a night neither of you will ever forget. You get in your car and drive back to Long Island in awe.
 
Truly,
 
Author of LIE
A summer of 2012 must read.

Crime and Punishment - Dostoevsky and Me

Re-read Crime and Punishment by Feodor Dostoevsky in the 98 degree heat, which just broke in a lacerating storm of thunder and lightening and downpour. Maybe this is not what others would consider fun summer reading though it's set in the stifling heat of 19th century St. Petersburg in summer and strikes close to the bone -- for me. 

Why Crime and Punishment?  It's considered the first modern psychological novel -- a portrait of a tormented murderer -- and his redemption -- and my next novel has a character that drew me back to its main character Raskolnikov.  However, my character in my new novel has no ex-prostitute to save him, no exile to Siberia to redeem him, no confession -- only the breakdown of reality and his mind -- and yes, death on his hands too. 

" 'To think that I can contemplate such a terrible act and yet be afraid of such trifles, he thought, and he smiled strangely.  'Hm... yes... a man holds the fate of the world in his two hands, and yet, simply because he is afraid, he lets things, drift -- that is a truism... I wonder what men are most afraid of..."  Raskolnikov in the opening chapter. (I would recommend the "Norton Critical Edition" of this classic over any other).

This blog receives quite a number of "clicks" from Russia (and even recently Romania!) -- is Crime and Punishment still read there?  And to all, is there an answer to Raskolinkov's rant: What are men most afraid of?

Musings for this summer evening...one filled with the darkening threat of more rain. 

If you haven't read LIE, my debut novel, consider it for your summer reading list --

Truly,

author of LIE
 
   

Where the Wild Things Are ...R.I.P. Maurice Sendak....What Children's Stories Inspired You?

Why do I picture Maurice Sendak on a private boat?
As Max, making mischief, exploring once again,
where the wild things are, the king of all wild
things? Sailing into the night?

May this transformational children's writer rest in peace.
May his stories live on and inspire future generations, as they 
inspired me and so many others. 
What children's story inspired you?  Where the Wild Things Are ?

Truly, author of LIE.


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