7 Questions For: Author Tricia Springstubb

Tricia Springstubb is the author of What Happened on Fox Street

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And here to tell you more about Tricia Springstubb, Tricia Springstubb:

I was born a looong time ago, when girls had to wear dresses to school and no one had heard of soccer. I was the oldest of five kids, and there's a rumor I was very bossy, though you shouldn't believe everything you hear. (It's true that when we put on shows, I was always the director.) Our neighborhood was a little like the Wild West–no sidewalks, fences, or street lights. We played baseball in the street, with our mailbox for first base. One of my favorite things was going to the beach. My father taught me to swim in beautiful Long Island Sound.

When I was small my mother, who loved to read, took me to the library. When I was old enough, I rode my bike there by myself. I'd fill my bike basket with as many books as I could. I learned to write by osmosis–absorbing one story after another.

When I grew up, I was a (really bad) waitress, a (really fun) Headstart teacher, a (really really lucky) mama, and some other things, too. The stories I wrote were just for me. It was my husband Paul who urged me to send them out into the world (he's a teacher and very smart). In the beginning, no one wanted to publish me. I got buried in The Avalanche of Rejections. But like anything else you practice, writing gets better the more you do it. The day I got a letter saying my first story had been accepted, I performed The Dance of Joy beside the mailbox.

The world is full of wonderful things, but it's got lots of gritty bits, too. For me, writing is like a window–every day I look out and discover something new. I hope my books are step stools my readers can climb on and look out with me.

And now Tricia Springstubb faces the 7 Questions:

Question Seven: What are your top three favorite books?

I get it-- you start with the impossible questions first, right?

 

If you asked me when I was seven, I'd have solemnly sworn on The Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge. A few years later, I was swooning for A Girl of The Limberlost, supplanted by Jane Eyre. For a long while, the answer would have been To Kill a Mockingbird. Nowadays I'd go with To the Lighthouse, or A Friend of My Youth--wait, is that more than three?

 

 

Question Six: How much time do you spend each week writing? Reading?

 

As much as my weakling brain can bear, which is up to five hours a day of real writing, and maybe two hours of reading books (as opposed to a screen). I'm waiting for them to invent an external hard drive for the brain.

Question Five: What was the path that led you to publication?

I began publishing back in the '80's, when "over the transom" was very common. My first few stories and books were pulled from slush piles. I still submit my adult short stories and essays to literary journals the same way. But now I have an agent for full-length work, and that is a dream come true.

Question Four: Do you believe writers are born, taught or both? Which was true for you?

I certainly wasn't born one. My earliest ambition was to be a dog, and then for a long while I was a Dale Evans wannabe (I guess I'm sort of giving away my advanced age here). Becoming a Writer never entered my head till I was nearly thirty and had no intention of going back to school. I learned to write--I'm still learning-- through osmosis, and through much trial and error, while working at various other jobs, including mothering three kids. But I'm pretty sure the drive to create something was in me from the very beginning--I've always been restless with having just one life.

Question Three: What is your favorite thing about writing? What is your least favorite thing?

I love being perpetually on the alert to possibility. My husband and I were in a cheese store the other day and I saw a cheddar made at a place called Twig Farm. Right away I started imagining the many incarnations of a place with that name. It just makes life so much more interesting!

What I hate is the point that inevitably comes when I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish something. I walk around weighted down with the soggy lump of anxiety and self-doubt. If that sounds revolting, it is.

Question Two: What one bit of wisdom would you impart to an aspiring writer? (feel free to include as many other bits of wisdom as you like)

Have writer friends. Talking to them is the only way to keep from wondering if you are just really, really weird. They will reassure you, and if they are really good friends, they'll gently criticize your work, too.

Question One: If you could have lunch with any writer, living or dead, who would it be? Why?

I'd love to have Virginia Woolf over. I think my husband and I would get on very well with her and Leonard.

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Book of the Week: WHAT HAPPENED ON FOX STREET by Tricia Springstubb

You know how agents and editors and writing guides like to say that the setting should be a character in your story? No? Well, gee, this is awkward:) But if you have heard that, and I’d guess you have and you wondered what it meant, read What Happened on Fox Street. Fox Street is a character in this novel, I would even say a main character. Not the main character, but a main character.
Mo Wren, an eleven-year-old girl, is the protagonist, but only just barely. I think it’s telling that the first line in the novel is about Fox Street and the second is about Mo, and more, it’s about her thoughts on Fox Street: FOX STREET WAS A DEAD END. In Mo Wren’s opinion, this was only one of many wonderful, distinguishing things about it. Oh, and that “dead end” thing totally has metaphoric resonance I won’t spoil for you.

Speaking of metaphor, here’s another great one for you from the opening pages: Paradise Avenue bordered one end, and the ravine the other. Mo Wren’s house was just in the middle, where a heart would be, had Fox Street been a person. The opening pages continue in this fashion.

We meet Mo’s father, her sister, and then we learn: The wooden table was inscribed with dark hieroglyphicish slashes and crescents. Mo’s mother had been an absentminded person, prone to forgetting things like setting a hot pad beneath a skillet or casserole dish. That might just be the loudest had I ever read.

The truth, Esteemed Reader, is that I don’t really want to review this book so much as share with you little bits of the writing I so enjoyed. What Happened on Fox Street is a very sweet book and if you’re the type who cries easy, be warned that this one might just quietly wrap itself around your heart and squeeze the tears from you (isn’t that a lovely image—I wonder why no one’s putting my quotes on their book jackets).

Fox Street is a blue collar street in Cleveland, OH, which is actually really important. I’ll explain more in a moment, but first I suppose I should attempt a summary of the book. Mo Wren has stepped in for her dead mother in the raising of her “wild child” sister Dottie. Her best friend Mercedes is living across the street from her once again after an absence, but she isn’t staying. Maybe no one is.

There are unique characters to get to know living in every house on Fox Street, but we don’t have time for that. As the novel proceeds, we see them as Mo sees them and they add to the character of Fox Street itself. I won’t tell all that happened on Fox Street, but a big part of it is that a big business man is offering Mo’s father cash for the family house. Could be he’s a sneaky shark in a suit trying to bust up the street so it can be turned into something else—an office park, maybe.

Could this be the end of Fox Street? It could be. You’ll have to read the novel to find out for sure, and I hope you will. It’s a great read and worth your time. Mo is easy to identify with and it’s hard not to root for someone fighting to save their childhood neighborhood and way of life. I think people never quite live anywhere as wonderful as where they spent their childhood provided their childhood was not awful.

On its surface, What Happened on Fox Street is a book about nostalgia and the constant changing nature of life, not always for the better. It’s also about how connected each of us are to everyone else—and not just in an Avatar-magic-hippie-tree kind of way, but as a practical matter of course. We see not only two children being raised by a village, but the necessity of that village in the absence of their mother.

For the average reader these two themes are sufficient, they are beautifully carried out, and if the reader looks no closer, he or she still got their money’s worth. But for the reader who digs deeper there is a wealth of philosophical discussion at hand. One of Mo’s big ponderings, and she is often referred to as “the thinker,” is “is there such a thing as necessary evil.” I’ve been puzzling over it since I finished the book, and I must admit I’m lot more wary of that phrase than ever before.

The other story—and I’m sure you think I’m obsessed by now, Esteemed Reader, with my postings of Elizabeth Warren videos and my plugs for Robert Reich novels—is the story of capitalism. But I’m not seeing things, I swear. Capitalism is What Happened On Fox Street, for better or for worse. Wealthier folks desiring greater wealth at the destruction of the poor who acquiesce to it in part and who, when given money, join the party of desiring more wealth.

I won’t list all of the instances in the book in which money is discussed; this review is already too long. But the word capitalism appears multiple times throughout the novel, and there’s no way that’s a coincidence. But I’ll leave you with a telling comment from Mercedes, whose mother has just married a wealthy man and been able to leave Fox Street behind:

“It’s… it’s weird, Mo. But I’m afraid he’s infecting me… With the snob virus. Monette and I, we always lived in such butt-ugly apartments. The last one, if you sat on a toilet you had to put your feet in the tub. After you checked for roaches. But now we live in this stupid mini-mansion, and I… I don’t know.” Mercedes kept her eyes on that spot just beyond Mo. “You get used to nice things. Real fast… But Fox Street is nice.”

And that’s it for this week. You should of course buy a copy of What Happened on Fox Street and don’t forget to check back on Thursday to see Tricia Springstubb face the 7 Questions and then again on Saturday for literary agent John Rudolph. I’ll leave you with some of my other favorite descriptions from the book:

He (Mo’s father—MGN) crooked a finger under her chin. Two lines arched up between his eyes and disappeared into his forehead, forming a tree with no leaves. Mo hated how those lines had dug in deeper every time she looked.


And then he laughed. Not his real laugh, but a laugh like something hard hitting something even harder.


Starchbutt cocked her head, like a robin just before it nails a poor unsuspecting worm.


Mo shrank back like a poked pill bug.


The air was a sponge begging to be wrung out…


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