Karen Ann Cullotta

The bibliography tucked at the tail end of Philippa Gregory's The Other Queen might come as a surprise to those who assume that only nonfiction writers are rooted to the rigors of scholarly research. For this best – selling author of novels such as The Other Boleyn Girl, The Queen's Fool and The Virgin's Lover, a passion for historical accuracy is the cornerstone of her abundant story – telling gift. Deftly weaving fact and fiction into a lyrical, literary tapestry that transcends the boundaries of the too – often predictable genre of historical fiction, Gregory has once again crafted a mesmerizing novel that will keep readers turning pages deep into the night.

Gregory's legions of loyal fans are already well aware of the author's aptitude for capturing the timeless pathos of 16th – century Englishwomen, royals and peasants alike. Perhaps never before has Mary, Queen of Scots, been portrayed in such a contemporary, complex manner: a beautiful, charming, headstrong and spoiled young woman who is both maddeningly self – absorbed and overwhelmingly courageous. The same is true for the novel's anti – heroine, Bess of Hardwick, who transcends her hardscrabble childhood via a trail of calculated betrothals and consequent widowhoods. Proud and pragmatic, Bess harbors no illusions about romantic love, and instead, sets her heart on the comforts of rank and financial security, a coup she achieves with her final marriage, to George Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury.

Nonetheless, after Bess and George Talbot are asked by Queen Elizabeth to provide "sanctuary" for the beleaguered Mary, Queen of Scots, the couple's companionable marriage is jeopardized, with poor George smitten by the young queen's winsome ways, and his once implacable wife reeling with jealousy and, worse, the discovery that she is once again on the brink of poverty. In the end, which arrives after a series of riveting chapters alternating between the voices and perspectives of Mary, Bess and George, nothing is what it seems. This spell – binding tale of Elizabethan England adds up to a novel as sweet and thorny as a wild English rose.

Karen Ann Cullotta is a freelance writer and journalism instructor in Chicago.

The bibliography tucked at the tail end of Philippa Gregory's The Other Queen might come as a surprise to those who assume that only nonfiction writers are rooted to the rigors of scholarly research. For this best - selling author of novels such as The…

For readers who savor the culinary charms of the Food Network's Giada De Laurentiis, Paula Deen and the irrepressible Emeril, meeting the heroine of Kate Jacobs' new novel Comfort Food is not unlike breaking bread—or perhaps organic blackberry scones—with an old foodie friend. With the introduction of Augusta "Gus" Simpson, a celebrity chef dreading the prospect of blowing out the candles on her 50th birthday cake, Jacobs has once again crafted a luxuriant yarn of a story, following the success of her debut novel, The Friday Night Knitting Club. "She had an incredibly tiny cell phone," writes Jacobs. "She knew how to send text messages. She still dressed up at Halloween to give out candy. Wasn't that enough to keep maturity at bay?"

Apparently not. Readers find poor Gus tiptoeing around a menacing midlife crisis that cannot be fixed with a shot of Botox or a perky red convertible. The ratings of her venerable cable television show "Cooking with Gusto!" have taken a nosedive, her 20-something daughters, Aimee and Sabrina, are successful, but to their matchmaking mother's dismay, still single, and worst of all, a young Spanish hottie, Carmen Vega, is spicing up the foodie scene with her sexy web cooking show "FlavorBoom." Nonetheless, Gus has no intention of throwing in the kitchen towel. A widow since her 30s (Gus lost her husband in a car accident, and raised their two young daughters single-handedly) she is determined to save her show from the clutches of her nubile nemesis Carmen. Her recipe for this redemption? A handful of lonely hearts, a pinch of forgiveness, a rasher of motherly instincts, a teaspoon of sincerity and a dash of jealousy. Blend all together by creating a new show starring Carmen, Gus and Gus' own family, and mix well.

Comfort Food is good for the heart and soul, serving up a rich pastiche of friendship and motherhood, with a savory side of romance, too.

Karen Ann Cullotta writes from Arlington Heights, Illinois.

For readers who savor the culinary charms of the Food Network's Giada De Laurentiis, Paula Deen and the irrepressible Emeril, meeting the heroine of Kate Jacobs' new novel Comfort Food is not unlike breaking bread—or perhaps organic blackberry scones—with an old foodie friend. With the…

Alice Hoffman aficionados are well acquainted with the novelist’s obsession with the magical, mystical moods of Mother Nature—the blackbird with a broken heart, the river with a secret, the ice storm without remorse. The Third Angel, her latest work—following Blackbird House, The River King and The Ice Queen, to name a few—places Hoffman at perhaps the pinnacle of her bountiful literary talents.

Like many of her previous novels, The Third Angel explores the dark side of love, the blissful dream turned nightmare, where the bogeyman arrives and swallows the lovebirds whole, without warning. For sisters Madeleine and Allie, preparing for Allie’s wedding in London, circa 1999, the insidious struggles of sibling rivalry reach their denouement in a reckless act of betrayal. Still, Hoffman’s plaintive poetic prose seems to urge readers to forgive Maddy for the transgressions against her noble—and far more likable—big sister, Allie, the author of an award-winning children’s book, The Heron’s Wife.

Leaving the story of Maddy and Allie behind, but not forgotten, Hoffman takes her reader by the hand, reaching back in time to visit with the Mary-Quant-clad, drug-fueled, Mick-Jagger-crazed world of London in 1966. Here, amid the needle-strewn debauchery of the once grand but fading Lion Park Hotel, we meet the innocent Frieda, a muse to budding rock star Jamie—a heroin-addicted hero with a bad case of writer’s block.

Finally, The Third Angel travels back to 1952, where the disparate threads of this fateful tale are bound and interwoven. This tragically vibrant tapestry is imbued with the novel’s myriad flawed, albeit decent, characters, many of which are not human. We meet a blue heron and a white rabbit (a black humorist’s nod to the ever-present specter of heroin, or perhaps an homage to Alice in Wonderland) a handsome, angry ghost and yes, a trio of angels, too.

With this novel, Hoffman once again demonstrates that the bogeyman is relentless, to be sure, but no match for the kind of love that endures the ravages of life.

The Third Angel explores the dark side of love, the blissful dream turned nightmare, where the bogeyman arrives and swallows the lovebirds whole, without warning.

True to its title, Martha Tod Dudman's new novel Black Olives is a salty and succulent treat, less than 200 tasty pages that are likely to be devoured in a single gulp—or, should I say, read.

From the first few pages, when Dudman's quirky and loveable middle-aged heroine Virginia spies her lost love David while admiring the gourmet olives in a neighborhood deli, readers will embark on a wild ride, bumping along the untamed landscape of a broken heart. Dudman's novel unveils both the joys and sorrows of mature love. As Virginia's curious and impulsive nature leads her toward what is certain to be emotional Armageddon, readers will find themselves torn between the conflicting urges to persuade, and then dissuade, her from revisiting a relationship torn asunder by betrayal. "And oh how I hate that working term people use about love," thinks Virginia, "as if love were some big hole you had to dig or rocks you had to carry from one place to another. Only maybe it is."

Spare and unpretentious, Dudman's prose portrays Virginia's devastation with honesty and clarity, never slipping into maudlin musing, but always moving the story ahead with a steady, sensitive hand. Unlike too many novels aimed at the peri-menopausal heart, Black Olives should not be categorized as "hen lit," and one could argue that the story would resonate with both men and women of a certain age. For example, Dudman refuses to excoriate David, who despite his flaws, is basically a decent, albeit befuddled, gentleman at heart. As Virginia reflects back on her decade-plus relationship, we learn that despite countless proposals, it was she who gave a thumbs-down to marriage. Of course, as the proverb goes, Virginia fails to realize what she has until he's gone. David's departure is mourned: not just the memories of great sex and deep friendship, but his bad habits as well.

The only complaint that readers might have with Black Olives is that it ends too soon. Dudman has crafted an addictive novel that will likely be devoured in one sitting, filling readers with a hankering for at least a handful more.

True to its title, Martha Tod Dudman's new novel Black Olives is a salty and succulent treat, less than 200 tasty pages that are likely to be devoured in a single gulp—or, should I say, read.

From the first few pages, when Dudman's quirky and loveable…

For readers hopelessly smitten by Southern writers, North Carolina native Sarah Addison Allen's Garden Spells should arrive with a gentle warning: Proceed with caution once you start reading, this book is impossible to put down.

To be sure, Allen's literary debut is a magical novel, nearly perfect in capturing the imperfections that define a shattered family. For sisters Claire and Sydney Waverly, an unplanned reunion born of desperation, not fondness, means tiptoeing around the shards of a painful shared history in their grandmother's stately Queen Anne home. Abandoned as children by a mother whose favorite pastimes included shoplifting and bad men, the girls have inherited the family home and, above all, a mystical garden that is both feared and revered by the Waverlys' neighbors in Bascom, North Carolina.

Indeed, a temperamental apple tree with prophetic powers is one of Allen's delicately drawn and pluckily poignant characters, as is the new next-door neighbor. The son of hippie parents who dreams of an old-fashioned romance with roots, art professor Tyler falls madly in love with Claire a caterer with a cautious heart, who pours her passion into myriad secret recipes for lavender bread, dandelion quiche and geranium wine. Ruminating over recipes run amok, Claire laments, "It turned out to be a disastrous meal, passion and impatience and resentment clashing like three winds coming from different directions and meeting in the middle of the table. The butter melted. The bread toasted itself. Water glasses overturned."

As Garden Spells unfolds, yielding rapturous, poetic storytelling, Claire and Sydney begin to make peace with their past to create something that eluded them a perfect childhood for Bay, Sydney's 5-year-old daughter. Of course, real-life rifts are never simple to mend, and Allen wields her literary needle and thread with a wisdom that bellies her status as a first-time novelist. Readers will rejoice over their discovery of this immensely talented young writer, savoring the last few pages of Allen's enchanting novel, which linger like a song in your head, long after you've reached the end.

 

For readers hopelessly smitten by Southern writers, North Carolina native Sarah Addison Allen's Garden Spells should arrive with a gentle warning: Proceed with caution once you start reading, this book is impossible to put down.

To be sure, Allen's literary debut…

For poetry-spouting bachelor lawyer James Buster Aloysius Holcombe Jr., even the finest Southern woman is no competition for his beloved Georgia hometown. After all, the narrator of Ferrol Sams' delightful novel Down Town appears to be enjoying himself far too much to hand over his sizeable heart to any one woman. With his latest novel, physician and storyteller Sams takes readers on a rollicking road trip with the irrepressible Buster behind the wheel, and nary a seatbelt in sight.

Crafted as a folksy journal tracing the paths of the good people of Fayette County, Georgia, from the Civil War right up to the prosperous present, Sams' novel serves up a history lesson with a slice of Southern hospitality. Never mind that even neighbors who have lived in Buster's hometown for more than three decades are still considered newcomers. Yankees and venerable townies alike are unable to escape Buster's wrath when they violate his gentleman's code of honor. "The klan was supposed to be a secret organization, but everybody in town knew who they were," says Buster. "There weren't very many of them, but not a one of them had clean fingernails."

Despite Buster's penchant for quoting Edna St. Vincent Millay as a means of seduction, in advancing years he ambles on blissfully single. After all, who needs romance when the folks in your hometown are so utterly charming the wise doctor, the wealthy and eccentrically frugal banker and his blithering albeit loveable wife all keep Buster plenty busy with their conceits and confidences.

Like the best road trips, Down Town is not intent upon reaching any particular destination, but rather savoring the journey along the way. For readers drawn to stories of small-town life in the South, Sams' literary front porch beckons, and a glass of cold sweet tea awaits.

Karen Ann Cullotta, a journalism professor at Roosevelt University in Chicago, is looking forward to her family's annual road trip through the South later this summer.

 

For poetry-spouting bachelor lawyer James Buster Aloysius Holcombe Jr., even the finest Southern woman is no competition for his beloved Georgia hometown. After all, the narrator of Ferrol Sams' delightful novel Down Town appears to be enjoying himself far too much to hand over his…

Sibling rivalry, the bane of many a family, never reared its ugly head for brother and sister Antoine and Melanie Rey. Tethered together by a childhood tragedy, this loyal pair remain the best of friends as they head bravely, albeit begrudgingly, towards middle age. But the companionable camaraderie enjoyed by Antoine and Melanie in Tatiana de Rosnay’s latest novel, A Secret Kept, is torn asunder when brother and sister are haunted by resurrected childhood memories, with one sibling longing desperately to remember, and the other, determined to forget.

De Rosnay’s novel, her follow-up to the 2007 bestseller Sarah’s Key, begins innocently enough with Antoine planning a surprise 40th birthday weekend for Melanie at Noirmoutier Island, where the brother and sister vacationed during many joyful summers before their mother’s tragic and untimely death. Still devastated and demoralized by his recent divorce, Antoine is eager to escape Paris and the depressing detritus of middle age, in particular, a pair of rebellious, sullen teenage children, irrational clients and an ex-wife for whom he still stubbornly holds a torch.

“They had always done things together,” writes de Rosnay. Made decisions together. Faced the enemy together. That was over. Antoine was on his own now. And when Friday night came around and he heard his children’s key in the lock, he had to brace himself, to square his shoulders like a soldier going into battle.”

Antoine’s grief over the dissolution of his marriage and fledgling attempts at single parenthood are the most poignant portions of A Secret Kept. Though at times Proustian—Antoine has never recovered from his beloved mother’s death, and bitterly resents his father for surviving into old age—de Rosnay makes no mention of madeleines, but serves up plenty of Freudian intrigue. To be sure, Antoine’s louche sexual escapades (he enjoys a steamy hookup with a new girlfriend, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that his visiting teenage children are in the next room) ultimately prove cathartic, restoring his dignity and passion, and spurring him on to finally learn the truth about his mother’s life—and death. Though Melanie never evolves beyond the beautiful, dutiful daughter in denial, de Rosnay has crafted a compelling, heartrending tale. This enchanting hybrid of a mystery/love story is certain to keep her readers hungrily turning pages in the middle of the night.

Sibling rivalry, the bane of many a family, never reared its ugly head for brother and sister Antoine and Melanie Rey. Tethered together by a childhood tragedy, this loyal pair remain the best of friends as they head bravely, albeit begrudgingly, towards middle age. But…

In The Disappearance of Irene Dos Santos, Margaret Mascarenhas’ American debut, the feminine mystique is juxtaposed with revolutionary chaos in the remote rural villages of Venezuela. Exploring the tangled relationships binding mothers and daughters, best friends and lovers, Mascarenhas’ magical novel is inhabited by an eclectic cast of characters whose lives are inexorably altered by the missing Irene dos Santos.

Fifteen-year-old Irene is assumed to have drowned swimming in a lagoon while vacationing with her best friend Lily Martinez, though her body is never recovered. Deftly sidestepping a chronological plot, Mascarenhas weaves the past with the present, braiding them together with the magical threads of folk legends. Not unlike best-selling novelist Amy Tan, Mascarenhas understands the enchanting seduction of mystical tales laden with life lessons and an indomitable heroine—in this case, the Venezuelan goddess Maria Lionza.

When Lily’s long-awaited first pregnancy is imperiled—leaving her bedridden—her family and friends gather at her bedside and instinctively turn to the beloved Maria Lionza, offering up prayers and promises. And when Lily’s dreams are haunted by a ghost-like apparition of Irene, the decades-old, unsolved mystery is revived, and the dormant friendship is reignited. If the novel’s flashbacks and folk tales can sometimes be discombobulating, the patient reader will appreciate the complexity of the narrative—a vibrant montage of despair and hope, joy and pain. For those unfamiliar with the seemingly never-ending revolutions plaguing the people of Latin America, the novel’s unflinching account of poverty and violence is sure to be a revelation. Still, the raw realism is tempered by Mascarenhas’ truthful portrayal of the relationships that prevail—despite the desperation of a nation decimated by decades of senseless destruction.  

In The Disappearance of Irene Dos Santos, Margaret Mascarenhas’ American debut, the feminine mystique is juxtaposed with revolutionary chaos in the remote rural villages of Venezuela. Exploring the tangled relationships binding mothers and daughters, best friends and lovers, Mascarenhas’ magical novel is inhabited by an…

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Ann Beattie discusses her new novel, A Wonderful Stroke of Luck, about a group of millennial boarding school students who grow up in the shadow of 9/11—and under the wing of a manipulative teacher.

Ben and his friends at Bailey Academy reminded me of orphans in many ways, as they all have dysfunctional families or have lost a parent to cancer, or in Jaspar’s case, the 9/11 terrorist attacks. Overall, the theme of loss and abandonment is overwhelming. Are you sympathetic to these kids?
I’m an only child and was shy and pretty much a loner until I got to college. Your calling them “orphans in many ways” certainly gets the sense of it, though that way of looking at things might be surprising to them. Kids tend to accept as reality the world around them, including their parents—so it was an interesting age at which to begin the book. They might have technically left home, being at Bailey, but their parents don’t seem uncaring to me, just adults muddling along, at least the majority of them trying to do their best. And then all of this is eclipsed by an event of a different magnitude, of course, which changes not just their families, but the world they live in.

As a writer, I’ve visited many schools. One of my former students teaches at an all-boys school, and when I was having dinner with the students there, one of the teenagers told me that he was at the school because his father had remarried and didn’t have time for him. He said it bluntly and very matter-of-factly, and of course there was nothing I could say because he certainly might have been right. That stuck with me. As a writer, though, I’d also have to try to understand the situation from the POV of the parent. But you know what? I didn’t want to, nor did I think of myself as a writer in that moment.

We learn that Ben was sent to a school for troubled kids with mental health issues, although he was pretty much a normal teenager. Did this odd placement by his father end up being a benefit or a disadvantage?
Well, Ben was overpowered, or outmaneuvered, or however you want to say it. He does sometimes speak as though he was a real participant in the decision (for example, asking a friend what kid wants to live with his parents in a boring place, rather than being away from home), but either some or all of that is bravado. As the reader learns, his father is not at all acting merely on his son’s behalf. I wasn’t trying to have the real circumstances of Ben’s being at Bailey be ambiguous; rather, some truth—because it’s there, somewhere—has been withheld, at least according to LaVerdere. The wrinkle is whether LaVerdere has finally been worn down by the adult Ben, or whether he, himself, is warping the truth. Who’s the authority figure—merely the person who grabs authority?

I kept holding my breath, fearing that Pierre LaVerdere was going to sexually abuse one of his students, most likely Ben. But it never happens, and LaVerdere’s abuse is primarily his power over his young students. Do you view LaVerdere as evil, or do you see him as simply an arrogant academic who enjoyed his role as Master of the Universe to the kids at Bailey?
I assumed, because of the world we live in, that the reader would assume LaVerdere quite probably abused Ben and/or others. But no: Sometimes even terrible scenarios are trumped by different—and more insidious—forms of abuse.

There is a scene early in your novel when I sensed this tension between “town and gown,” when Ben and LouLou hitch their ill-fated ride to a concert. As a reader, I was terrified this guy was going to turn out to be an ax murderer, but it all ended harmlessly enough. But it seemed to me that the driver might have been a symbol of the socioeconomic divide between the wealth and advantages of the kids at Bailey and the poverty and lack of opportunity for folks in the surrounding rural areas. Was that your intention?
Right. (Though I wouldn’t say that there was no harm done; clearly, psychic damage was done, and LouLou ends up in tears, even in the moment.) Again, this lurking danger is related to your question above, and (ultimately) to reversed expectations. You’re right in your reading: Jasper is calculating; he writes a paper about trees and how they’re taken care of in the poor community outside Bailey where and when they become damaged, vs. the trees on the grounds of the school. Binnie and Tessie also figure in. There are many dynamics involving the advantaged and the disadvantaged.

I noticed that Ben’s friends, unlike him, have some very unusual names: Arly, LouLou and Aqua, for example. In some ways, these kids seemed like pets to their families, but I’m not sure if that was your intent. Do you see these millennials from wealthy families in some regard like “trophies” for their baby boomer parents?
I like the question, and sometimes things emerge that aren’t the direct intention of the writer, but I wouldn’t say they’re trophies. However painful, there seem to be real connections between Jasper and both of his parents, and Akemi’s father (while we sense not in agreement with his wife) wants his daughter to have more age-appropriate experiences, rather than starting college at such a young age. Elin, however neurotic, is on her stepson’s side. These people have what’s synonymous with real life, to me: real limitations.

A prevailing theme of cultural touchstones—the Kennedy assassination and 9/11—is present throughout your book. When you were writing your novel, did you see these events as bookends? And do you see the conclusion of the Camelot years and the post-9/11 early aughts as having similarities in terms of the end of innocence?
“Camelot” turns out not to have been exactly Camelot. I’m not sure “innocent” is the word I’d pick. Maybe militantly oblivious, in many cases, and, as a nation, very self-congratulatory. I’m glad you notice the bracketing: presidential portraits that will be recontextualized by the reader, even in the moment of reading. In a larger sense, the novel covertly and repeatedly questions the relationship between how a thing looks (or how we speak of it, whether “Camelot” or “The Peaceable Kingdom”) and what it really is or was.

The village of Rhinebeck is presented as a Hudson Valley utopia for the wealthy on the surface, with a litany of alcohol-fueled sorrows and secrets unfolding behind closed doors. What was your motivation in creating this picture of upper-middle class despair? And will Ben ever find happiness?
Any time you go behind closed doors, anywhere, you find (among other things) secrets unfolding, sorrow, and, right—often alcohol. But obviously, writers won’t get anywhere if they stop just because a door is closed. As for Ben finding happiness, he has found some things—things of value—by the time the novel concludes, hasn’t he?

 

ALSO IN BOOKPAGE: Read our review of A Wonderful Stroke of Luck.

Author photo by Lincoln Perry

Ann Beattie discusses her new novel, A Wonderful Stroke of Luck, about a group of millennial boarding school students who grow up in the shadow of 9/11—and under the wing of a manipulative teacher.

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