Tawni O’Dell, novelist

One of my favorite authors is Tawni O’Dell. She’s written three books, Back Roads, Coal Run, and Sister Mine. She’s from the western part of Pennsylvania and her stories all take place there, an area I happen to be familiar with as well.

What impresses me most about O’Dell’s stories is her authenticity of voice. Her characters are real, not only in the context of the fictional world she creates, but also in the here and now reality in which we live and breathe. In Back Roads, her lead character is a young man (teenager really) named Harley, who is slowly going down the tubes as his disintegrating family continues to fall apart around him. He struggles with the cards he’s been dealt and does his best, never getting a break, never finding what he needs. And yet there is a sort of grace to the ending of the story. A reader who doesn’t feel for Harley and his family and the people of his community might want to check for a pulse.

Similarly, in Coal Run, O’Dell brings us a washed up college football hero whose father was killed in a coal mine explosion. This event haunts the community and the lead character, Ivan. He has his bitter moments, his lusts for women and a better life, but he is grounded in this community of miners. O’Dell puts the reader inside this world to the point where you can feel the coal grit under your finger nails. You understand Ivan, his longings and his ultimate redemption because O’Dell is capable of making you believe in these characters.

Sister Mine is a different book from the first two. It’s something of a cautionary tale with more humorous events and more hope. The lead character is an ex-cop from D.C. who returns to her hometown as a cab driver of all things. Through this device she romps among the townspeople. Her sister shows up, involved in a baby selling scam that goes haywire. It works out with some laughs, a few close calls, and plenty of joy, which is welcome variety.

All in all, O’Dell will surely have a long career writing novels. I anxiously await the next one and hope she stays with this familiar territory. A writer with less talent would have run out of words by now. Not O’Dell. She knows how to put them together in a satisfying and enlightening manner. I only wish some other writers would work this hard.

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Postcards for All!

Something I’ve done for years is send postcards to a long list of people. In the days of email and blogs, it seems the postcard may be on its way out. Nonetheless, I maintain the tradition. In the first place, it’s good to support the postman. He has to deliver all that junk mail and I’d prefer to give him a more noble document to carry to its intended destination. Hence the search for the right card, the postage, the mail box or post office. This is also part of the fun. Then there is the issue of what to write.

That’s me in the photo above. Not in England, however, but in Gibraltar. I double check the message on my cards in case there are any last minute second thoughts or additions I’d like to put there. In my notebook, I keep a running list of addresses. This is also part of the fun because every time I scan the list I’m reminded of the people who are important in my life.

Another part of the thrill is hearing from those to whom the postcards were sent. They issue an email, a call, a “you lucky bastard” comment. My favorite responses are the ones that go something like, “I’m going with you next time.” To these I reply, “The more the merrier.” For me travel is about exploration and experience, a pursuit best enjoyed with others.

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Independence Hall

Here it began all those years ago…

“Talk not to me of your rights until you have first demonstrated your worthiness through great acts of virtuous responsibility,” Preston Sinclair, American.

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Nome, Alaska, USA, 1899

Here are two more of those panoramic photos, this time from Nome, Alaska, when it was only two months old. They built fast back in those days. I suspect it had something to do with gold. The photos were taken in September of 1899, so the town only started construction in July.

Notice that the saloon is one of the first wooden structures while the living quarters remain tents. Goes to show what was really important and what wasn’t. To think what these people went through is incredible. So many hoped to get rich; so many returned poor. Probably the saloon owners made the most money. It must have been a rambunctious time.

Here’s a look at the waterfront.

There is a twin masted schooner there on the beach. Maybe she’s up for repairs or just lying there until her owners want to make the next voyage. Sailing her down through the Pacific must have been quite an adventure. Behind her lies a small steam boat. Again, I note the tents. Must have been a muddy mess.

Photos like these bring ideas for stories. Whenever I travel, I look for flea markets, yard sales, things like that, in hopes of finding old photographs. Each one has a story of its own and sometimes the best one is the one not told, that of the person who took the picture. What did they have in mind when they released the shutter? What was their purpose? Why did they find it necessary to take a picture at that moment? Of course, you can never really know. However, you can create answers of your own to those questions. It’s good exercise for the imagination.

These are the kinds of things history shows us. I only hope we learn something from it.

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