THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY

THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY
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Showing posts with label middle grade novel in verse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label middle grade novel in verse. Show all posts

Monday, May 26, 2014

My Writing Process Blog Tour

Sometimes, in your writing life, you meet a fairy bookmother. I've been lucky enough to have several fairy bookmothers. One of them is middle grade author and playwright Joy McCullough Carranza.


If the fairy's hat were made of
a stack of books, this would be
Joy's perfect costume for Halloween 2014.
A few months ago, one of my critique partners insisted that I participate in Pitch Wars (read about the online contest at this post). I was thrilled when Joy selected my novel-in-verse -- and me -- to advise during the mentoring phase of Pitch Wars. 

After my book was *completely* ignored in the Pitch Wars agent round, Joy checked on me every few weeks, told me not to give up, and prodded me to keep sending my query to agents. Because she believed in my manuscript.

Lo and behold ... I signed with agent Stephen Barbara of Foundry Media earlier this month.

Joy tagged me in the "My Writing Process" blog tour. She just completed a new middle grade novel that I can't wait to hear about. Visit Joy's blog to read her  "My Writing Process" post. 

(P.S. Joy is an awesome critique partner/mentor/editor. I bet she keeps her fairy bookmother wand in her back pocket.)

Since my children have influenced my writing, I asked my daughter Julia to conduct the interview. Here are the mandatory questions:

a) What are you working on?
b) How does your work differ from others of its genre?
c) Why do you write what you do?
d) How does your writing process work?



I'm supposed to close this post by tagging the Writerly Friends who are next up in the blog tour, but I haven't had any takers yet. If you'd like to do a "My Writing Process" post, let me know in the comments.

Monday, March 31, 2014

5 Questions for Margarita Engle

Writerly Friends, I am counting the hours until April 1. National Poetry Month begins tomorrow. All month, we will be talking about "Source Poems," pieces of writing that we carry with us, or that shift or thinking in a significant way.

I can think of no better lead-in to our month of guest bloggers on this topic than a conversation with Margarita Engle.

Margarita is an award-winning author of twelve books for children. Many of these are works of historical fiction, written in verse. Margarita's great source is the history of the Caribbean Island and Central America. Her website is: www.margaritaengle.com

Last week saw the publication of Margarita's latest middle grade novel, Silver People. Silver People covers ten years in the Serpent Cut, where laborers from around the Caribbean and Americas constructed the Panama Canal.

Buy it at Petunia's Place independent bookstore.
I knew little about this period in U. S. and Pan-American history. Silver People has significantly shifted my thinking about the Panama Canal, which celebrates its centennial this August.

Five Questions for Margarita Engle

Author Amok: How did you conduct your research, finding such pockets in the story of the Panama Canal as the ocean voyage that brought job-seeking islanders to the work site and the use of child labor? (Mateo, your protagonist, is a fourteen-year-old Cuban--too young to work--but the man in charge “believes” Mateo’s lie that he is Spanish and 20.)

Margarita Engle: It was really difficult to narrow the characters down to just a few, because research revealed such a vast wealth of information, and unlike so many other historical topics, even a vast wealth of first person diaries, interviews, and memoirs.  I wanted to speak in the voices of several countries, so I chose the Cuban voice of Mateo, because Cuba is so familiar to me.  Since Jamaica was one of the largest groups of laborers, and it’s so close to Cuba, I included Henry.  I was fascinated by the image of Mateo and Henry never meeting until they leave their own islands.  The local girl [Anita] and the Puerto Rican naturalist [Augusto] are voices that I could hear very easily, but when I tried to add a Spanish anarchist, it got too complex.  Portraying the politics of Europe was just too much.  I had to leave some aspects of this enormous story for other authors to tell.  I hope that the Canal’s 2014 centennial will stimulate an interest in various stories told from unique points of view.  I can’t wait to read something written by a Panamanian, a Jamaican, a Barbadian, a Spaniard…

Thousands of lives were lost during the canal's construction.
Silver People describes a mudslide that buries the laborers alive.
Source: Fine Art America
Amok: Racism and segregation are a big part of the Panama Canal’s story. There is a scene in a hospital when a newly arrived American welfare worker says:

As soon as Americans arrive in Panama
Even northerners begin to act
Like southerners

I take that to mean racial segregation was an accepted way of life at the work site. In fact, the title Silver People refers to dark-skinned workers being paid in silver, while light-skinned Europeans and Americans were paid in gold. Would you speak about some of the racial and economic disparities you write about it your book? How were you able to communicate this struggle through your characters?

Engle: So many of the American engineers, steam shovel drivers, and their families had never been to the tropics.  They were stunned by the heat, mud, malaria, and yellow fever.  Hearing unfamiliar languages, and seeing so many people from so many countries, many of them wrote diaries and letters that were blatantly racist.  Maybe they would have been the same way at home, if there had been a racially mixed population in Iowa or Kansas. Tragically, the U.S. government’s official policies made racism seem acceptable.  The Silver-Gold payroll system was sheer, undisguised apartheid.  The one shocking image that was most vivid to me was not housing or payday, but lunchtime.  Americans ate in comfortable dining tents with tablecloths.  Spaniards sat on the railroad tracks.  Jamaicans had to stand up.  I read an excerpt from an African-American preacher’s diary.  He said the segregation he’d seen in Panama was far more extreme than Jim Crow in the southern U.S.

Much of the digging was done by hand.
Source: 6 Stories from the 7 Continents
Amok: Early on in the book, Mateo talks about missing Cuba and the home he was so eager to leave. I thought this was a nice moment of self-awareness. As a children’s author, how do you show a young character’s increasing self-awareness over the course of a novel? Does using a historical event as your setting make writing Mateo’s coming-of-age story (we see him grow from fourteen to twenty-four in Silver People) easier or more difficult?

Engle: It was extremely difficult to age a character that much in the space of just a couple of hundred pages of free verse, but that’s how long the height of the U.S. canal-digging effort lasted.  I wanted him to witness the start, and the end. 

A crew of West Indian "Powder Men" transporting 50 lb. boxes of dynamite on their heads.
Silver men carrying dynamite.
Source: The Silver People Heritage
Amok: Silver People has an ensemble cast. In addition to Mateo, we meet several historical figures, as well as Mateo’s friends: Anita, a local orphan who is raised by an island woman and is her apprentice herbalist; Henry, a Jamaican who is angry about the injustices workers are experiencing; Augusto, the visiting naturalist who takes Mateo as his apprentice. Several times, the book steps away from its human cast. We hear poems in the voices of howler monkeys, poison dark frogs, even Panama’s trees. What made you decide to include the voices of the forest in your book?

Engle: I wanted this book to be my personal love letter to tropical rain forests.  The Panama Canal was the first engineering project of its size, the first to destroy an immense tract of wilderness.  I wanted to see it from many points of view, including the forest itself, and all the creatures that depend on trees.  Perhaps this occurred to me partly because I was trained as a scientist, and I’ve always loved to explore.  Some of my plant collecting trips, when I still worked as a botanist and agronomist, were in central America, where I encountered descendants of silver people who were kind to me.  [from Wikipedia: “Agronomy is the science and technology of producing and using plants for food, fuel, fiber, and land reclamation. Agronomy encompasses work in the areas of plant genetics, plant physiology, meteorology, and soil science.”] They lived in remote jungles, completely dependent on local resources.  All over the world, rain forests are now being destroyed at a frightening rate.  I hope young people who read Silver People will want to become protectors of the plants and animals who speak to them from those pages.

Howler monkeys
Source: The Guardian
Amok: The Panama Canal is considered, by some, to be the eighth wonder of the world. Yet tens of thousands of lives were lost in the effort and—as we have seen—working conditions for most were deplorable. Why do you think this is an important story to share with young readers? How did you balance the darkness of the canal’s history with a sense of hope for Mateo and his friends?


Engle: I’m surprised that so many adults who go on luxury cruises through the Panama Canal have no concept of the history.  They’ve seen the famous photo of Teddy Roosevelt posed on a steam shovel, wearing a “Panama” hat that was actually made in Ecuador, but they don’t know that most of the real work was done by Caribbean islanders with shovels.  Neither do the teenagers who order all sorts of “stuff” online, never realizing that before being “shipped overnight,” all that stuff had to be moved slowly, on a container ship from Asia, through the Panama Canal.  Globalization began in 1914, not with the invention of the Internet.  August, 2014 is the centennial.  I hope the laborers whose contribution was not acknowledged during the 1915 Panama Pacific Exposition, will finally be honored now, through this story.  I know that sounds like an enormous goal for one book, but it was an enormous historical event.

I loved how you made this big story personal in the form of Mateo, his growing relationship with Anita, and how he finds a hodge-podge family in Henry and Augusto. By the end of the novel, we've seen Mateo survive the physical and emotional horrors of digging the canal. He has matured into an intelligent, caring young man who shares his love of the natural world with Anita, his new bride.

Migration of Blue Morpho butterflies.
If you're like me, you'll finish Silver People wanting to learn more about the Panama Canal. Check out PBS's "Then & Now: The Panama Canal" on The American Experience.

You might also like Margarita's other novels in verse. One of my favorites is The Lightning Dreamer: Cuba's Greatest Abolitionist.

Thanks for sharing your
books with us, Margarita!
Margarita Engle is the Cuban-American author of The Surrender Tree, which received the first Newbery Honor ever awarded to a Latino/a.  Her young adult verse novels have also received multiple Pura Belpré Awards and Honors, as well as three Américas Awards, the Claudia Lewis Poetry Award, a Lee Bennett Hopkins Honor, and the Jane Addams Peace Award, among others.

Margarita’s newest verse novel is Silver People, Voices From the Panama Canal.
Books for younger children include Mountain Dog, Summer Birds, When You Wander, and Tiny Rabbit’s Big Wish.

Margarita lives in central California, where she enjoys hiding in the forest to help train her husband’s wilderness search and rescue dogs. www.margaritaengle.com

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Poetry Friday: Book Phantoms (Kill Your Darlings 2)

"In writing, you must kill all your darlings." --William Faulkner


There's an excellent essay on the misreading
of Faulkner's famous quote (above) at Wendy Palmer's blog.
It's Poetry Friday, and I'm continuing my series of cut poems and offed characters from my book, THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY.


What does my fictional fifth grade class see
from their classroom windows? Bulldozers,
waiting like a pack of hungry predators to pounce on Emerson E.S.
But first, please visit my PF doppelganger, the other Laura S(alas), who is today's Poetry Friday host.

Last Friday, I dug word nerd Shelly up from the paper grave. His spelling bee sonnet, while fun, didn't reveal much about Shelly's character. He was one of the first voices to get the ax.

It was much, MUCH harder to cut Madison Singleton from the book. She'd been with me from the beginning, when THE LAST FIFTH GRADE was Spoon River Elementary, a collection of 30 poems in 30 fifth grade voices. Five years and many drafts later, I had a soft spot for horse-obsessed Maddie.


Spoon River Anthology was adapted into a play.
The book is a series of over 200 poems, each in the voice
of a unique character. Together, they tell the story of
their small town, circa 1900.
But this summer, I completed a huge overhaul of the manuscript. What it needed was less Spoon River and more narrative arc. Now, I have a new storyline about a fifth grade class who wants to save their school from demolition so badly, they're willing to take on the adults of the dreaded Board of Ed.

Much as I cared about Maddie, much as she had her own story arc, she didn't do anything to move the larger story forward. She wasn't deeply embedded in the group dynamics of my imaginary fifth grade class. Maddie was less than a minor character. She was an extra.

So, readers, I'd like to introduce you to Maddie before she disappears forever.

These four poems represent her four entries -- one for each quarter of the school year -- cut from THE LAST FIFTH GRADE. I hope Maddie's poems give a sense of how I develop each character with a unique arc.

What you won't see here are the poems in which other children in Miss Hill's fifth grade class mention or comment on Maddie. (E.g. some of the girls assume that the new pony Maddie is bragging about means her family is rich.)


http://www.assateagueisland.com/ponyswim/ponyswim.htm
Girl Island
(First Quarter poem)

By Maddie Singleton

We are the only table
with no boys.
Miss Hill calls us
Girl Island.
I imagine woods
deep and green,
salty air
from the ocean.
Like my favorite place
Chincoteague Island,
where the wild
ponies live.
I gave the girls
at my table
Chincoteague
Pony names.
Melodie is Pied Piper,
wild and free,
angry when someone
tries to tame her.
Gracie is Shadow,
quiet as
a ghost
at Mel’s side.
Ana’s name is Twilight.
She’s in between,
speaking English in class
and Spanish at recess.
Rennie Rawlins is Phantom,
tossing her mane,
letting everyone know
she thinks she’s boss.
Stormy Sloane
laughs on happy days,
rumbles inside when
she’s in a bad mood.
Misty, that’s me,
my favorite foal,
shy at first

but caring for my herd.


Rearranged!
(Second Quarter poem,
after Miss Hill assigns new seats)

By Maddie Singleton

A lightning storm hits.
Girl Island broken apart,
each pony alone,
stabled in a different place.
I whinny – missing my friends.


Last week I shared this seating chart for Miss Hill's classroom.
Many of you noticed "Girl Island" on the lower right.
Only two of these six characters have survived!
Fluffy White Poodles
(Third Quarter poem)

By Maddie Singleton

Shoshanna told me
the whole fifth grade thinks
horses have taken over my brain.
Like an entire herd
is stampeding around in my head,
squashing my brain cells.

I told her that’s because
I am working really hard
on my application to earn a pony
from the Feather Fund
and it’s the one and only way
I can afford to get my own pony, so duh,
of course I’m kind of obsessed.

“Still,” Rennie said.
And she dared me
not to talk or write
or even think about horses
for one whole day.
If I could do it, Rennie said,
she would help me with my essay.

The next day, every time I wanted to say
“Horse,” I said, “Poodles” instead.
As in, I can’t come over after school,
I have to feed the Poodles.
Every time I wanted to write about ponies
I described poodles jumping over fences
and doing tricks with hula hoops.
Every time a horse pranced into my mind,
I turned it into a fluffy white poodle
in a pink tutu, dancing on its hind legs
at the circus.

I have to admit, it was kind of fun.
My brain got a break, and the dare?

I won.


Circus Poodle from Juicy Dog Couture.
My Pony
(Fourth Quarter poem)

By Madison Singleton

Ponies of the sea,
ponies of the Bay,
horses of the ocean
trotting in the spray.

Chincoteague ponies,
Chincoteague mares
wild ponies running
in all of my prayers.

Our yard was a farm once.
Our yard has a stable.
Mom rents out the stalls
to put food on our table.

Cold mornings in winter,
cold ice on the roads,
I feed all the horses
and brush down their coats.

I wish they were mine.
I wish they were mine,
their manes and their fetlocks,
their saddles and lines.

I wrote about horses.
I wrote about home.
I asked the Feather Fund
for a horse of my own.

They chose my essay.
They picked me to win
a Chincoteague pony
with a whiskery chin.

A pony for a friend,
a pony I can ride,
to brush and feed and walk with,

a Poodle by my side :-).

The fourth quarter poem (a tribute to Joy Harjo's poem "She Had Some Horses") was Maddie's original poem. The last one I wrote, and the roughest of the bunch, is "Fluffy White Poodles." 

Even though she's been cut from the book, Maddie hangs around -- she's a book phantom, an almost-was character. Why did I kill this darling? As much as I want THE LAST FIFTH GRADE to represent a real fifth grade class (and around here, 30 students in a class is not unrealistic), Maddie didn't make enough of an impact to earn a place in the novel's cast. 

I'm down to a class of 21 voices. Will there be more cuts in their future?

Some of you may notice Maddie's reference to the Feather Fund. My friend, Maryland children's author Lois Szymanski, is involved in this amazing program. You can read more about it here.
Picture
The Feather Fund matches deserving young people with Chincoteague ponies.
I imagined that Maddie would earn her own horse through this program.
Today, I'm packing for the Indie Lit Festival at Frostburg State University. A bunch of intrepid staffers from Little Patuxent Review are hopping in my mommy van at 7 am tomorrow morning for the 2+ hour drive to western Maryland. If you happen to be there, stop by the LPR table to say hello!

(P.S. I am going to write a "book phantoms" novel, in which characters an author cut from a novel come back to haunt him/her.)