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Jess Walter: Your protagonist, Celia, has been a widow for five years. She is a character of such conflicted desires—the profound need to grieve alone vs. the impulse to care for her tenants. Her voice, her sense of self, is so immediate. Do you recall how she came to you?
Amy Grace Loyd: The novel’s first sentence came as an invitation to me (and I hope it will to readers) to be inside a story in which an older woman, like Hope, compels for her complexity, her resilient beauty, her desires, even the dark ones. Yes, my narrator Celia’s voice, her way of seeing the world, was a welcome counter to all I was living at the time as the fiction editor at Playboy in New York. My job required a lot of outreach, persuading writers and literary agents to the magazine’s literary merits despite its other content. Celia’s stated need to be separate, her resignation about life and love, and her defiance of convention and celebration of boundaries was a refuge and a sort of wish fulfillment. I’ve lived in New York City and in Brooklyn in particular for a long time, longer than I imagined or hoped, and I’ve spent much of it trying to find a healthy balance between solitude and engagement with others, between quiet and the noise of city life, always streaming, beating on the walls. I’ve not always succeeded – neither does Celia. She’s walking a tightrope between control and surrender, good behavior and sometimes very bad behavior. She’s a lot hungrier than she’ll admit and that longing in her, both to preserve what’s hers and to touch and be touched, physically and emotionally, disrupts her plans and drives a lot of the story.
JW: You’ve worked as an editor for years (as fiction editor for Playboy, and most recently, for Byliner.) Did your knowledge of the publishing world help in writing The Affairs of Others? How did the editor Amy treat the writer Amy?
AGL: I think being an editor helps me to be a better judge of what constitutes a fully realized fictional world and what you need to give your reader in terms of pace, verisimilitude, and consistency of language and character. Editor Amy is, frankly, a pain in the neck. Some of my writers, including Margaret Atwood, James Ellroy, and Jonathan Ames, will tell you that. I’m pretty exacting as an editor, dog with a bone – I want to make sure my writers make good on the intentions they set up. I ask the same of me when I write and then I’m hard on my sentences word for word. It slows me down a good deal. When I want to get pages done, I sometimes have to shout the editor side of me out of my head, out of the room.
JW: You write about grief in a way that American writers rarely seem to do. How did you go about imagining Celia’s powerful relationship with a man who had been dead for five years?
AGL: Americans aren’t always on such good terms with mourning and remembering. We move faster and faster all the time or so it seems in this city of commerce and jackhammers. We grieved after 9/11 and that grief, even as it became a kind of siren song for tourists and politicians, lingers here in unexpected ways and can stop time, even briefly. I wanted to write in the voice of someone who is in effect trying to stop or slow time; I wanted to find out if that was possible. Celia does not apologize for loving a ghost – she’s made a promise to her husband. He died when he was young, when their love was young and it hadn’t been tested by long years of familiarity or the demands of children or work. As real as it was, it was yet an ideal. That she had such a love, even interrupted, is a life raft for her as a widow, an oasis, in a city that moves at such ruthless speed. Not everyone can say they’ve known love, the kind you’d fight for, and whether her partner is dead or alive, she means to honor that love, as a form of defiance and dignity. Losing someone is not the end of loving them.
JW: You’ve lived in Brooklyn for years. Does Celia’s brownstone in The Affairs of Others—on one floor, an old ferryboat captain, on another, a “modern couple, teeming with plans”—reflect your feelings about the place?
AGL: Because she’s a landlady and has chosen her tenants, Celia has had a lot more say over who lives next-door or over her head than I’ve ever had, but even with that greater latitude, she can’t keep her tenants’ lives from impacting her, from setting off her longing. She’s drawn to each of her tenants in different ways – a voyeur of their lives and histories. She wants to observe it all from safe remove, but try as she may, she can’t keep the chaos out. My urban life has been full of all sorts of detours – garbage trucks heaving outside my window, neighbors making noisy love or having a quarrel or a party to all hours, keeping me up all night, another neighbor who exercises at dawn above my head, yet another who needs his spare set of keys or complains because I vacuum my floors too early on Saturday. Living in the city is a collaboration with the unexpected a lot of the times, and it works on the imagination in exciting and dark ways.
The story could have been quite good, but I found it rather disjointed, with information thrown in where it didn't need to be, and other areas not developed as much as I would have... Read morePublished 8 months ago by Makita
Boring, banal, and oh-so-New-Yorkish. Alienated, widowed apartment owner yearns for privacy but her weird tenants involve her in their warped lives. Read morePublished 12 months ago by Bruce J. Wasser
Moving, engrossing, honest, sensual, and so heartbreaking. Beautiful descriptive and insightful writing. It is a bit slow-paced at times, but the words are worth savoring. Read morePublished 13 months ago by SMP
too many words with not enough happening. tiring narrative, a bit self indulgent. sorry.Published 13 months ago by christy mclaughlin
Thirty-something and widowed Celia Cassill, the owner of a small Brooklyn apartment building, believes in privacy and separateness. Read morePublished 14 months ago by J. Grattan
maybe one of the worst written books ever. The author has no idea of good prose.,.. wanders all over and can't make up her
mind what the story is supposed to about... Read more
The book was a big disappointment. The main character was too introspective and the author spent way too much time on displaying Celia thinking and dissecting every detail, thought... Read morePublished 15 months ago by sylvia byrd
I don’t remember when I last read a female character as rich and nuanced as Celia. The rendering of this subtle, layered story is all poetry and fire and just deft, smart writing. Read morePublished 16 months ago by R Rotert Shaw