DEBORAH CROMBIE: I am such a fan of Lori Rader-Day and I am beyond chuffed to have her visiting us again here on JRW. And this book, WRECK YOUR HEART, I have to tell you, is an absolute corker! It's a pick-it-up-and-don't-put-it-down read, so I'm warning you. Block out some time for this one.
And this cover?? If there were awards for most fun covers, this one would definitely be in the running!
What’s your obsession?
By Lori Rader-Day
I have been lucky enough to be invited to visit Jungle Red
Writers for every one of my books.
In my guests posts here, I have talked about Muppets and
nail polish and cookies
made of ground-up angel’s wings. About the metaphor of the time loop in the
movie Groundhog’s Day reflecting
the realities of writing. On the death of Saturday morning cartoons, the
“Dukes of Hazzard,” and the
hazards of nostalgia. About the fantastic cream
teas and afternoon teas I’ve enjoyed as “research.” About stargazing and my cousin
the astronaut and my childhood, viewed
from the back of a motorcycle. And about the
playlists I have always made for my books, from the music I listen to as I
write.
But really? I have only one topic, no matter what I’m
writing about.
Obsession.
Writing is all about obsession, absorption. What can I care enough about to spend the vast amounts of time required to write a novel? What can I care about, even as the muddled middle stagnates, as the first draft’s finish reveals my disappointments and the long road of revision ahead? What can I care about all the way to the last, teeny, tiny edit, when I can finally let it go?
As writers we get asked a lot… isn’t it easier to write a
book once you’ve already done it a few times? The truth is… no. It gets harder.
One of the reasons this is true, I suspect, is that we are worried about
stepping into that river and finding the same water. We don’t want to write the
same book over and over. Even series authors want to outdo themselves from book
to book. But as a standalone author, I am at pains to keep discovering new
things to obsess over to form the basis of my character’s job and life and
dilemma. For each book, I must learn enough to, if not to become the leading
worldwide expert, then at least not embarrass myself. As someone who is
research averse, it’s about finding new topics I don’t mind spending the time
on.
For my latest book, Wreck Your Heart, it was music.
Am I a musician? No more than I was a sociology professor,
hotel cleaner, handwriting expert, night-sky photographer, construction company
administrator, or a rejected and reassigned World War II nurse. No more than I
was a mother, or widowed, or kidnapped as a child, or Agatha freaking Christie
herself. I write fiction, so I’m allowed to play with these roles, imagine and
reimagine what these lives might be like so that my readers receive the same
opportunity.
If I do my job right, my readers will wonder about each
character… is their obsession mine?
For instance: Am I a good singer? No. But I was willing to
put the time the vocalist protagonist of Wreck Your Heart needed. Oh,
poor me. I had to listen to music (which I would have been doing anyway; here’s
the playlist
for Wreck Your Heart). I was compelled to read memoirs by
some of my favorite recording artists. I was forced to witness the awe
of the shared experience of a live music audience, to watch how audiences
interact with performers, how stage lighting paints skin. Again and again,
concert after concert, poor me.
(See that little woman with the big shadow on the wall? Look for her in Wreck Your Heart!)
I said it to Jungle Red Writers readers long ago: obsession
is good for you. It’s been good to me. As soon as I figure out my next
obsession, I’ll start singing about it. So to speak.
What are you obsessed with, Jungle Red readers? Tell me everything.
Here's more about WRECK YOUR HEART:
Ann Cleeves called it “wisecracking and wonderful.” Elle Cosimano called it “Phenomenal.” Library Journal and Publisher’s Weekly both gave the book starred reviews.
The book is the instant USA Today bestseller Wreck Your Heart, a crime novel with a big heart, about a country and midwestern singer out to catch her big break before family—or murder—wrecks everything.
Dahlia “Doll” Devine had the kind of hardscrabble beginning they write country songs about. As part of Chicago’s—yes, Chicago’s—country music scene, Dahlia is an up-and-coming singer in spangles and boots of classic country tunes. Up and coming, that is, until her boyfriend up and went, taking the rent money with him.
So Dahlia is back to square one, crashing in the apartment over McPhee’s Tavern where she performs and relying on the kindness of the pub’s owner—again. When the mother Dahlia hasn’t spoken to in twenty years shows up and then disappears again—really disappears, leaving a distraught half-sister Dahlia didn’t know she had—and a body is discovered outside McPhee’s, the two mysteries threaten not just the place Dahlia has made into a home, but everything she’s believed about her past, her dreams for the future, and the people she was just, maybe, beginning to let into her heart.
Lori Rader-Day is the USA Today bestselling author of eight
novels including Wreck Your Heart, The Death of Us, Death at
Greenway, The Lucky One, and Under
a Dark Sky. She has been nominated
for crime fiction’s highest award, the Edgar Award, and has won the Mary
Higgins Clark Award, the Agatha Award, three Anthony Awards, and an Indiana
Author Award. She has also been nominated for Thriller, Barry, and Macavity
awards. Lori is a former national president of Sisters in Crime and a
former national board member of Mystery Writers of America. She lives in
Chicago, where she co-chairs the crime fiction readers’ event Midwest Mystery
Conference and teaches creative writing at Northwestern University. Visit her
at www.LoriRaderDay.com.
DEBS: And you can stop in today to say hi and tell Lori all about your obsessions!
















Congratulations, Lori, on your newest book . . . I'm looking forward to meeting Dahlia and reading her story.
ReplyDeleteI guess, more than anything else, I am obsessed with my grandbabies . . . .