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by Josh Cook, published May 18th on The Rumpus.

Picture this: a curbside juggler with a rose between his teeth. That’s the opening image of Susan DeFreitas’s powerful debut novel, Hot Season. Vivid (and sometimes strange) images strike again and again, conjuring ponderosa pines, cafés, old houses, and new characters.

The book is firmly set in the fictional town of Crest Top, Arizona, and follows a group of activists—some budding, some radical—trying to save the beloved Greene River from being drained in the name of a new housing development. The book is about many things, and it follows a handful of characters from varied backgrounds, but it is expertly bound by this common thread: A place can be hallucinatory—and sometimes perverting—and unexpectedly powerful, flipping or challenging or rejuvenating or reorienting your ideals.

Susan DeFreitas is an editor, author, and educator. Her work has appeared in The Utne ReaderThe Nervous Breakdown, and Story Magazine, along with more than twenty other journals and anthologies. She is the author of the novel Hot Season (Harvard Square Editions, 2016), the chapbook Pyrophitic (ELJ Publications, 2014), and holds an MFA from Pacific University. Her short stories are available through Patreon.

I chatted with Susan via email over the course of a few months.


The Rumpus: Hot Season seems to be so many things—bildungsroman, political satire, eco-thriller, love story. Just when you think you get a handle on the book, it swerves. The prose, too, can go from crisp and minimal to lush to jazzy and back in a matter of a single page. Can you talk a little about the confluence of style and subject matter? Was there an image or character that brought it all together for you?

Read the rest of the interview here.

My Latest: How to Spot Toxic Feedback (Jane

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Creative writing feedback: when it’s good, it’s great, but when it’s bad, I believe that it can actually be toxic. As an editor, I’ve seen what can happen when a writer takes bad advice to heart–and as an author, I know all too well what if feels like to be on the receiving end of it.

My latest post, “How to Spot Toxic Feedback: 7 Signs That the Writing Advice You’re Getting May Do More Harm Than Good,” was published yesterday on the blog of Jane Friedman (writers, if you’re not already following Jane’s work, you should!).

The path to publication with your debut novel is seldom straightforward, but in my case, it was especially fraught—in part because I received a lot of feedback that wasn’t all that helpful, from people who didn’t understand what I was trying to achieve.

If you suspect you’ve been subject to this sort of feedback, first let me say this: you are not crazy, and the people who have given you this advice are not necessarily malicious.

But if you recognize the following characteristics in the critiques offered to you by peers, mentors, editors, or book coaches, it may not just be inept—it may, in fact, be toxic.

Read the rest of the post here.

(Photo credit: lovelihood via Visual Hunt / CC BY-SA.)


The Killing Heat (Part 4)

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Photo courtesy of the National Institute of Mental Health.Photo courtesy of the National Institute of Mental Health.

A recent article from Smithsonian entitled “Are Your Political Beliefs Hardwired?” shared the findings of a recent study at the University of South Carolina, which concluded that the brains of self-identified Democrats and Republicans are wired in different ways. Basically,

the scientists found more neural activity in areas of the brain believed to be linked with broad social connectedness in Democrats (friends, the world at-large) and more activity in areas linked with tight social connectedness in the Republicans (family, country).

Reading this, I was reminded of something I witnessed in Prescott, a largely conservative town that is, nevertheless, home to some genuine pockets of far-left resistance. One such pocket was an activist center known as The Catalyst (portrayed in my novel, Hot Season, as The Black Cat).

Among the many causes The Catalyst supported was the fight for Tibetan independence. One night, some kids from the local high school–girls, judging by the handwriting–took it upon themselves to leave a letter at The Catalyst, as a means of “talking back” to the town’s liberals.

This critique was a poem, the most memorable line of which went something like, “While liberals chant ‘Free Tibet!’ / in the streets are US vets.”

Much of this poem was no more than patriotic cliches, the sort of thing you might find in a pop country song. But that line about Tibet stayed with me, I think because it took me a long time to understand it. Was it really an either/or proposition? Couldn’t I care about both Tibet and the fate of the US veteran?

As the clock ticks on climate change, there has been much talk about what it will take for those within the rigid, conservative bubble of climate denial to accept the facts: the world is warming, the climate is changing, and the results will be catastrophic if we don’t take action now.

I understand where the woman screaming at me on Twitter was coming from. But I’m not sure that my empathizing with her–in in person or in public–would do much to change her position on global warming.

I understand where this patriotic teenager was coming from, but taking care of our own veterans is surely not enough–when our country’s main means of engaging with issues in the world at large is to send our young people off to war.

They say that the sea-change around attitudes toward LGBT individuals occurred in such a short amount of time because so many gay people came out. When the gay rights was no longer an abstract issue, but a personal one, even many very conservative people shifted their views.

Global warming and climate change may be big abstract ideas in the “world at large” for the majority of Americans right now. But “The Beast” is coming for our firefighters; monster storms like Katrina and Sandy are coming for our first responders. The wars associated with climate refugees are coming for the members of our military.

These issues have the potential to become very personal indeed–but only if we keep speaking out about their root causes. Only if we risk being called insensitive, ungrateful for the personal sacrifices that have been made (as those who protest wars are called ungrateful to those who served).

Because maybe, when the fire comes for you or your loved ones, you might begin to question who set it. You might begin to take it personally.

The Killing Heat (Pt. 3)

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The irony of The Beast ravaging Fort McMurray–which, at the height of the tar sands boom, was nicknamed “Fort McMoney”–was not lost on climate activists. Elizabeth Kolbert, writing for the New Yorker (in an article entitled “Fort McMurray and the Fires of Climate Change“) noted,

“The town exists to get at the tar sands, and the tar sands produce a particularly carbon-intensive form of fuel.… The more carbon that goes into the atmosphere, the warmer the world will get, and the more likely we are to see devastating fires like the one now raging.”

I was one of the people glued to the trending hashtag on Twitter–one of the many, I’m sure, staring horrified at those images, hand to mouth, hand to heart.

I could not help but remember the Granite Mountain Hotshots, those brave young men burned over, despite having deployed their fire shelters–the Yarnell Hill Fire was just too hot, burning too hard. How much more monstrous was this thing we had unleashed upon Alberta?

Alberta, where I’d spent the better part of my eighth summer with my stepmother’s family, camping in the Canadian Rockies. Those green, rolling hills, those endless forests, those wild roses–up in smoke.

Twitter is the ideal online platform for sweeping pronouncements, as well as for screaming (as our current president daily demonstrates). I was one of those who used #fortmcmurrayfire to point out that these sorts of “freak” wildfires would become the norm if we could not find a way to halt the production of fossil fuels and transition to a clean energy economy–and no sooner had I made this pronouncement than I was screamed at, by a Canadian woman (presumably one who had family members or friends in harm’s way).

Her string of Tweets essentially said, “How dare you try to make this a political issue! People’s lives are at stake! This could be any fire! This could be Slave Lake!” (This last in reference to the largest wildfire to hit Alberta prior to this one, in 2011.)

I understood what this woman was telling me. She was saying that this wasn’t the first big wildfire to hit the province–that this event couldn’t just be blamed on the most recent parts-per-million.

She was saying that during disasters like this, we have to put aside our ideological differences and take care of those people whose lives are being torn apart.

And she was right, of course.

But I wish I could have found a way that day to tell her–in 140 characters or less–that this wasn’t just a political issue for me.