Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Next Big Thing: Home

What is the Next Big Thing? It is a ripple of creativity, spreading across the new writers of today! Each one gives an insight to her upcoming work, then tags her fellow writers to do the same. The fabulous Deborah Batterman tagged the talented Rossandra White who tagged yours truly... So here is a glimpse into my upcoming book:

What is the working title of your book?

My book is titled Home. It will be available in paperback edition as well as Kindle edition. The launch is scheduled for October 10, 2012. To join the celebration, come one, come all! Click here!

\Where did the idea come from for the book?

The idea for the book ripened over six years, looking at my short stories and poems and realizing that a selection of them relate to a central theme, a theme of longing for a place that exists only in memory. Then I realized that the same longing can be found in my father’s later work. This book combines two bodies of work.

What genre does your book fall under?

This book is a poetry and prose anthology, around the idea of home. 

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

For a book containing poems and stories, that is not an easy question. My father’s writing is always autobiographical in nature; you can view it as an ongoing diary of his life. My writing is rarely so, especially when it comes to my stories. I delight in conjuring up various figments of imagination, and fleshing them out on paper. So there is one short story in this book, titled ‘A Heartbeat, Reversed.’ It is cinematic and somewhat strange, if I say so myself, because it allows time to go backwards... So for this particular story I would love for one of the most skilled actresses of our time, Meryl Streep, to play the lead role.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Expressed in the voices of father and daughter, you can hear a visceral longing for an ideal place, a place never to be found again: Home.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Like my novel Apart From Love, published earlier this year, Home is self-published too.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

This is not easy to answer, since there are two authors here. My father’s poems were written during the last twenty-four years of his life. He had published three books during his lifetime: a prose book Dams Erupting published in 1957, offering a personal account of events during his captivity in Jordan during Israel’s war of independence in 1948; a poetry book Can We Still Love published in 1961, questioning our capability to give and receive love, having witnessed the inhumanity of two world wars; and a poetry book Beyond The Window, What Day Is It Today, published in 1977, bringing to light an unusual creative collaboration with me. But the new body of work, which I found during the mourning period for his passing, had never been shared with anyone.
As for my contribution to the book, most of the poems and stories were written in the last ten years, and selected for inclusion here either because they relate directly to my father’s life, or because they relate to the idea of home.

What other books would you compare this book to within your genre?

In a way this is similar to Poetry 180: A Turning Back to Poetry, by Billy Collins, which is described as a dazzling new anthology of 180 contemporary poems, selected and introduced by America’s Poet Laureate, Billy Collins. 

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

Six years after that moment of discovery, which happened in my childhood home while mourning for my father’s passing, I present a tender tribute: a collection of poems and prose, half of which is written by me, and half—by my father, the author, poet and artist Zeev Kachel. I have been translating his poems for nearly a year, with careful attention to rhyme and rhythm, in an effort to remain faithful to the spirit of his words.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Coming back to the states after my father’s funeral, I recreated the sketch I drew of my childhood home, from memory. In my new drawing I used a fish-eye perspective. What does that mean? Like regular perspective, the horizontal lines converge into a vantage point in the distance. But—here is the difference—the vertical lines are not straight, nor are they parallel. As you look up, vertical lines converge to a point up there, beyond the edge of the paper. You can call it Heaven. And as you look down, the vertical lines converge to a point below, call it Hell. Which makes the entire perspective embrace you, as if you are in the middle of a fish bowl, seeing the world curve around you.
And looking though such a perspective, what did I see? An earthquake, really, in the aftermath of my father's death. Books falling off the shelves; the lamp swinging like a pendulum; the little side table (in the front) overturned, so my father will never lay his pen upon it; and instead of the persian rugs that used to adorn this space once upon a time, I floated blank pages on the floor; pages he will never again use for writing.
In my next sketch I let the lamp swing even higher into the air. The place has completely tilted, and my father's armchair is ascending above the rest of the furniture. This is the sketch I used for an oil painting called My Father's Armchair, which later became the cover of this book. 

 

Now it’s my turn to tag people. Please visit their blogs. They will be publishing their answers to the questions in week 13 (between the 18th September and 24th September)

Message for the tagged authors and interested others: 
Rules of The Next Big Thing:
  • Use this format for your post 
  • Answer the ten questions about your current WIP (Work In Progress) 
  • Tag five other writers/bloggers and add their links so we can hop over and meet them.

Ten Interview Questions for The Next Big Thing:
  • What is the working title of your book?
  • Where did the idea come from for the book?
  • What genre does your book fall under?
  • Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
  • What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
  • Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
  • How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
  • What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
  • Who or What inspired you to write this book?
  • What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
  • Include the link of who tagged you and this explanation for the people you have tagged.

Be sure to line up your five people in advance.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Tell It Not In Gath

Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon, 
Lest others will take me, and you'll be left behind, to roam
Amidst the muddle, the confusion of Babylon
To grasp at the words that will lead you back home.

So keep it our secret, and look, look up there
The door's just about to to open, to crack by a hair...


Thursday, September 6, 2012

The Family Dynamic

Father and Grandfather, Green Beret Operation & Intelligence NCO in Vietnam War, Bronze Star recipient for Meritorious Achievement, BS Degree from Bentley College (University now,) minor in English, president PDE, Honorary Journalism Society, editor-in-chief of Yearbook, twenty five years in the Caribbean Hospitality Industry--these are just some of the accomplishments of Roy Murry. He is the author of The Audubon Caper: Untold Story of the Theft of an American Treasure. So I am truly honored that he chose to read my book and placed this review of it on his blog.

"The family dynamic has been written about since the beginning of time: the Biblical story of Joseph, Macbeth, and in the 1930s, William Faulkner’s The Sound and The Fury.  Like Faulkner, Ms. Poznansky uses more than one person to tell the story of “Apart From Love.”  Faulkner used four.  Ms. Poznansky uses two: Ben and Anita.  Their voices are orchestrated close to perfection in a loving way.

Each chapter is told by one or the other, explaining their understanding of the events which leads to conflict within the family circle: Ben’s father and Anita’s twice her age husband, Lenny; Lenny’s first wife and Ben’s mother, Natasha; Anita’s mom; and three aunts round out the family Kaminsky.

Interwoven into the main character’s discourses are the normal family emotions: greed, sex, hatred, control, loneliness, procreation, legacy, and everything you may think of “Apart From Love.”  No one ever uses the love word as in the phrase “I love you.” 

Anita and Ben are young and are thinking about each other.  Lenny is old and is thinking about Natasha and what could have been had she not gone into a vegetable state.  Lenny is recording his fictional novel as to what he believes is happening between his son and second wife.  The novel turns out to be his memoir.

There are family mishaps, joyous times, secrets, and torments.  Each narrator fullfills their duty by translating their opinion of the events based on their background: Ben, a worldly educated one and Anita with her street smarts’ schooling.  They each speak a different language, although are of the same generation.  The reader will enjoy their terminologies.

Ms. Poznansky pulls off a well written story of dependency.  Every one of the characters are dependent on one another and are looking for support right up to the end of this skillfully developed novel.   A very good read if you’re looking for something Apart From Love.”

In addition, here are his questions, my answers in the interview he posted here. 

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You are my ambassadors; so wherever you are
Please carry my message, near and far
Let the ripple spread north and south
'Cause all I can hope for is your word-of-mouth

So if you you come here--if you find what you like
Please take your finger out the hole in the dike
Let the flood happen, let me float home
Like, tweet and chirp, from LA to Rome 

From Tel Aviv to San Diego, from Sydney to Delhi
Don't hesitate, dear friends: go ahead, share me!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Easiest Demise

Written by my father, Zeev Kachel

Translated by me


Oh Wind, where will you carry me
Toward what fate, what shore, what bay?
Will I be dropped to an open sea
Or else become an eagle’s prey?

For what is death? I can’t tell
How beastly, really, might it be?
They say that Death will never fell
A young-old person such as me.

And so, who knows? I have no answer
No need to trust all those deceits,
Lift me slowly, oh Wind, oh mother
Or I’ll take cover under sheets

Perhaps it’s better to seek protection
Across the ocean, in a distant town?
I have a passport, a profession
Can apply some makeup like a clown

On the other hand, to live forever
Is not so good and not preferred,
And it’s not written in any charter
What in my life still lies ahead

All my acquaintances have long expired
For me, I think, it is a sin,
To be the last one is undesired
I do not wish to lose my kin

So if to die, then with no haggling
I choose the easiest demise,
A prayer, “God is full of pity”
A headstone for a modest price

With a rotating slab of granite!
A splendid cantor, a deep voice too,
The two trees, I say, cut down, just cut
And let them not obscure my view.

Here’s how I wish to be interred:
No eulogy at the graveside plot,                       
Not nude; but with a flag, thus covered
And never mind the proper spot

Across a stunning slab of granite
My name inscribed in golden letters
As is my poem, and my portrait
A funeral procession during stormy hours
The largest crowd with scores of cars
Pretty women sob in abundant grief
Wiping their nose with a handkerchief.

Obituaries in the newspaper
Some large, some small, both bold and dainty,
And that is all. And with no torture.
For now just bring me a cup of tea.



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"This radiant book is an exploration of the bond between a daughter and father and the book overflows with some of the most eloquent poetic moments in print. HOME is an invitation, a very personal one, and should not be passed over." 
- Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer

Home through a Different Lens

A month ago I posted my painting, My Father's Armchair; it described my childhood home from an angle I had discovered during the mourning period. This time I want to show you the same space from a different angle, and through a different lens; my father's. 

When he retired from his job as a principal safety engineer at Israel's Electric Company, he could focus with renewed energy on the activities upon which he thrived: poetry and art. So here is his painting, called Home:



There are three things which I find particularly interesting about this painting. The first one is the somewhat awkward perspective. He drafted the lines in a manner that makes them converge not in the distance--the way they normally do. Rather, the lines converge at a point below the painting, perhaps at the heart of the observer. Done this way, the entire scene seems to be placed at a higher plane, as if you look up at the memory of home.

The second thing which is interesting to me, is the fact that the space is divided. On the right side is my childhood home, complete with the painting hanging over the red sofa, the small rug underneath, and the gorgeous design, carefully detailed, of the persian rug that adorned the floor.  But then, on the right side, the shelves disappeared from view, the wall melted away to show the vision of an entirely different space: my father's childhood home! He remembered the red-brick fireplace, the warmth given off by the fire, and his mother's hand, rocking the cradle.

The third thing to note is the creatures incorporated into his world view. The moon shines upon the scene with great pity and compassion, but next to it is a dark, evil presence blowing cold steam upon the home. And through the window, a hungry wolf is peeking in from the dark. The wolf symbolizes the dangers awaiting  this baby when he grows up and goes out into the world. At the same time, the wolf is the name-sake of my father, Zeev Kachel, which literally means Blue Wolf. By painting this creature, my father says that he is, at the core, a danger to himself...

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"Home is not for the faint of heart. It is meant to reach deep inside the reader's soul"

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I Don't just Make Stuff Up


"I don’t just make stuff up. I imagine new worlds and the people within them. And then quietly and with a curious eye, I spy on them to see what they will do next," says Van Heerling, the author of Malaika and Dreams of Eli. I had a lot of fun when interviewed on his blog, because his questions are different--as you will find out. 

To read more, click here.