Forgive me, I haven't had a stitch of sleep in the past two days so I'm running on candy and empty just about now. But, I imagine first novelists to be there very own kind of gang: scrappy, independent, smart, sassy -- more The Outsiders, or The Sharks and The Jets, than those Bandidos. Yes, it's a really silly thing to say, but it's the first thing that popped into my mind as I read the lovely guest post The Day the Falls Stood Still author Cathy Marie Buchanan wrote about Catherine McKenzie's Spin, from one first novelist to another.
--Deanna
What I Like to Read: Catherine McKenzie’s Spin
I read a lot. Literary fiction. Historical fiction. Booker-prize-winners. Seriously hard stuff. And maybe that’s a mistake, because it’s been a while since I read until three in the morning, and that’s exactly what happened with Spin, Catherine McKenzie’s oh-so-wry debut. And there is a scene in the novel, when its narrator, the lovably wacky Katie Sandford, is locked outside the posh rehab facility where she is supposed to be researching a tell-all piece on the It Girl of the moment but is, instead, unwittingly becoming her friend.
I use the word unwittingly because, while the friendship might have begun as contrived on Katie’s part, it shifts to the real thing, creating the dilemma–to write the exposé or not–central to the book’s plot. But, back to the locked-out-of rehab scene: It’s nighttime. It’s cold. There is a sweet guy named Henry sitting on the ground in the woods, leaning up against a large rock:
‘Will you sit here?’ he says.
I can’t see where he’s indicating, but I know what he means. I sit down in front of him and scoot backwards. He bends his legs so his feet are flat on the ground, making a little cage around me. We’re both shivering.
As I read, I was shivering in that little cage alongside Katie, hyper-aware of the reddish-blond hairs of Henry’s arms tickling her own, desperately pulling for her not to mess up.
Spin is intelligent, poignant, and a bit of rollicking, good fun. Bravo, Catherine McKenzie. You’ve taught me a little something about what it is that I like to read.
Cathy Marie Buchanan is the New York Times Bestselling author of The Day the Falls Stood Still.