Looking forward to the energy of the Word on the Lake Festival, this year in Salmon Arm. Should be fun!
I'm attempting to retrieve some maple sap (Broadleaf Maple) for syrup.
With this recent cold weather it may be awhile
On Tuesday, February 5th at 6:00 I will be reading from my novel, Ordinary Strangers, reading a short story about Dick and Jane, and sandwiched between the two readings will be conducting a short writing exercise. The general public is welcome to participate in the evening and best part is it's FREE. The event will take place at the Duncan branch.
My publisher says when the Toronto Star acknowledges your novel you should feel honoured. I feel honoured.
Joseph Planta has conducted more than 1600 interviews and I was lucky enough to be one of them.
Very cool to get your novel on the B.C. Ferries. Thanks to Mother Tongue Publishing for all their hard work.
Ordinary Strangers -- a review from Mary Ann Moore: a poet’s nanaimo
Bill Stenson took many risks in his novel, Ordinary Strangers, and what is so miraculous about the book is the lack of judgment I felt towards the characters no matter what their behaviour. Well, there many have been a couple of instances when I was riled by a character’s tendencies but what good novelists can do is help lead their characters, and their readers, towards understanding and even forgiveness.
Ordinary Strangers by Bill Stenson is the winner of the 4th Great BC Novel Contest with Mother Tongue Publishing on Salt Spring Island. While the book may be described as being about a child abduction, Della and Sage Howard weren’t looking to take someone’s child on their way to Fernie, B.C. in 1971. The little girl, about two years old, was lost in the forest near a fair on a hot August day in Hope, B.C. Della and Sage stopped for a break, lost their dog, and found the crying toddler.
They named her Stacey Emerald Howard and the continuing story is not about a search for a lost child or hiding from authorities. Della thought about calling the authorities but not for long. “Once the Howards invested in a winter coat, they no longer mentioned finding the authorities and returning the little girl to wherever she had come from – wherever the word they both used consistently instead of whoever.”
Della began babysitting children in their home and as she kept a journal and records of everything that happened, “she documented every one of them and devoted two or three pages in her family album to people like Edwin the red-headed baby or Laura the little French girl who wanted to grow up to be an Irish dancer.” Stacey found a childhood friend, Tommy, that way. Later, when she started school, Stacey became friends with Amber and another valuable ally was Della’s sister Sadie.
Maybe because Della didn’t know or didn’t voice any objections if she did, I didn’t feel judgmental about Sage’s behaviour when he became involved with Selma, a woman who worked at a bar and lived upstairs above it. As the narrator describes him: “Sage knew he had holes in his moral fiber. He always felt dissatisfied and could never stick with one thing.”
Sage “was addicted to restlessness, a man who followed a crooked path and didn’t know what to do about it.” When Della and Stacey began going to church, Sage said “he would rather for a walk along the river, which he did the first Sunday they were both at church.”
Novelists get to hand out karma to those who aren’t punished otherwise so Ordinary Strangers‘ characters get their just desserts – and more. I found myself, rather than identifying with a particular character, relating to the emotions they evoked. Although, like the characters, we’ve all been “wronged” in some way, suffered loss, and felt like a child lost in the forest.
Time moves seamlessly. How did he do that I kept wondering? By the end of the book, Stacey is a teenager almost finished high school. The book is not predictable at all and I don’t want to mention various circumstances so you can be as surprised as I was by the quirky events as well as the very jarring ones.
Stacey and Amber do some sleuthing into Stacey’s past towards the end of the book and Stacey says: “A lot of bad things happen to kids before they grow up, but none of them happened to me. I don’t like everything about the way things turned out, but in the end, I have to consider myself lucky.” And later: “She avoided the temptation to pick away at the scab of regret.”
Bill Stenson will be reading from Ordinary Strangers along with Linda Rogers, author of Crow Jazz, on Gabriola Island at the Gabriola library at 1 p.m. on Saturday, November 24th.
Had a marvellous reading at the Salt Spring Library on Saturday. Great crowd, great vibrations. Brett Josef Grubisic also read from his new novel Oldness or the Last-Ditch Efforts of Marcos O. Had a great meal and visit with Mona Fertig and Peter Haase from Mother Tongue. An amazing operation.
In 1967 my stepdad, George Szabolcsi, passed after a four year battle with bone cancer. My mom didn't have the money, at the time, to give him a proper burial. He rests in Mt. View Cemetery and fifty-one years, thanks to the money I received for winning the Hunt For the Great B.C. Novel Contest, the marker below will recognize him. The words inscribed come from a poem my wife, Susan Stenson, wrote about him years ago. Long overdue but satisfying nevertheless.