Publication Date: July 14th, 2014
Publisher: Willow Words
Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 75,000ISBN: 9780991386734
Synopsis (from Author): Deep Down Things, Tamara Linse’s debut novel, is the emotionally riveting story of three siblings torn apart by a charismatic bullrider-turned-writer and the love that triumphs despite tragedy.
From the death of her parents at sixteen, Maggie Jordan yearns for lost family, while sister CJ drowns in alcohol and brother Tibs withdraws. When Maggie and an idealistic young writer named Jackdaw fall in love, she is certain that she’s found what she’s looking for. As she helps him write a novel, she gets pregnant, and they marry. But after Maggie gives birth to a darling boy, Jes, she struggles to cope with Jes’s severe birth defect, while Jackdaw struggles to overcome writer’s block brought on by memories of his abusive father.
Ambitious, but never seeming so, Deep Down Things may remind you of Kent Haruf’s Plainsong and Jodi Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper.
Like the characters in Deep Down Things, the author Tamara Linse and her husband have lost babies. They had five miscarriages before their twins were born through the help of a wonderful woman who acted as a gestational carrier. Tamara is also the author of the short story collection How to Be a Man and earned her master’s in English from the University of Wyoming, where she taught writing.
Her work appears in the Georgetown Review, South Dakota Review, and Talking River, among others, and she was a finalist for Arts & Letters and Glimmer Train contests, as well as the Black Lawrence Press Hudson Prize for a book of short stories. She works as an editor for a foundation and a freelancer.
Libraries Are Life
I love it that Lis Ann, proprietor of the Indigo Quill, is such a great library supporter. That’s so great, L!
Libraries saved my (emotional) life.
I’m from a small town in northern Wyoming. Our county library branch was an unimpressive, squat brick building surrounded by cottonwoods. It had glass doors and smelled of books (of course) and had a kids’ reading area and once computers came along there was a busy computer center of two computers. When I say it like that, it sounds so ugly, but in my mind it’s surrounded by a halo of warmth and goodness.
Down the street was a laundromat where my mom would sometimes do our truckload of laundry (if the pipes were frozen at home or the washing machine was broken). I can’t tell you how excited I was for these trips. At six or eight or ten I would trudge purposefully down the block, butterflies of excitement in my stomach: I get to spend two or three solid hours at the library!! Oh. My. God. The ravishment of it! I would open the doors and smile at the nice librarian and she would greet me. Sometimes there would be a number of patrons, but as I remember it I was most often alone, or nearly so.
The day I discovered the Oz books, I was in heaven! I’d read The Wizard of Oz, and it was the librarian, I think, who said, “There are eleven others in the series, you know? Right over here.” She led me to the shelf and I grabbed every single one of them I could find and took them over to the short table ~ or was it the bean bag? ~ and flipped through them all, savoring the illustrations. Pumpkinhead with his wide smile, the threatening Wheelies, the Gump who was a nice flying contraption with a moose head, the round TikTok, and so much more. Oh the imagination. And then I check out five or six, I’m sure, and read them straight through. What an amazing collection of books!
And as I got older, I read books that opened my eyes to the world around me. I think I checked Marilyn French’s A Woman’s Room out from the library. I read Joan Aiken’s The Weeping Ash, a wonderfully dark gothic tale about people trying to drive a young woman mad. Dreadfully romantic. At some point I decided that I wanted to read from the As on, but that did not last long as I wandered the shelves and happened upon fascinating books.
I had an hour bus ride to school and an hour bus ride home, and all these books weighing in my backpack were devoured on these long trips. I would read late into the night and get in trouble during class for reading.
We also had a grade school library and a middle school library and a high school library, which I made full use of. I remember being thrilled to go to middle school ~ not because of the new teachers or anything but because I had a whole new library to ravage!
Ben Franklin may be known for kite and key, but I personally will be forever in his debt for inventing the American library.
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