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Authors: Meg Waite Clayton
Tags: #Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Literary
She opens the heavy bronze door behind us, the panels of Columbus discovering a new world. She doesn’t pass through, though. She pauses as if she is going to say one more thing, but she doesn’t do that either. She only touches a finger to the black pearls she wears, and she stands there holding the door open for Laney and Ginger and me, and for our daughters, too.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
S
O MANY PEOPLE
were so graciously helpful on this novel, starting with my husband (and tireless reader), Mac; my sons, Chris and Nick; and my parents, Don and Anna Waite. Also my brothers, Pat, Mike, Mark, and David, my wonderful sister-in-law Ginny and niece Stephanie, and Cord and Yvonne and Grant and Molly. An extra-special thanks to booktrailer master, Ashley Clayton. Every writer should be blessed with such love and support.
Evan Caminker and Margaret Leary made me feel at home again when I came to poke around at the University of Michigan Law School on the possibility I might find a novel hiding there; thank you for the wealth of information, the tour, the yearbook, and your delightful company then and since. Brian Pascal’s lovely gargoyle photos allowed me to see detail from afar. And the spirit of friendship among the Ms. Bradwells draws heavily from my many Michigan Law friends—too numerous to name, but you know who you are. A very special thanks, though, to the women who shared a home with me—Jenn Belt DuChene, Darby Bayliss, and Sheri Young; to Stacy Fox for her hot tub gathering; to Paul Salvodelli for the note-tossing thing; and to Chuck Jarrett, Steve Barth, and André Jackson for allowing me to name characters who are not them after them.
My fascination with miniature books also began at Michigan, thanks to Margie McKinley and Paul Courant. When Margie proposed a reception in the Special Collections Library at Hatcher, I had no idea how moving an experience it would be to wander among such beautiful books, much less to have the benefit of Peggy Daub’s and Kathleen Dow’s expertise as we did. Bookseller Joe McKernan was kind enough to provide me details of the miniature
Sonnets from the Portuguese
I put into Faith’s collection.
My copy of Tom Horton’s lovely
An Island Out of Time
has nearly as
much ink on the pages—underlining and margin notes—as the first draft of
The Four Ms. Bradwells
did; his graceful depiction of life on a Chesapeake Bay island might have made my own trip to one unnecessary, but left me all the more eager to go. I am indebted to him also for taking me boating to and from a lovely photo exhibit one rainy, spooky-dark night, and to Susan Evans, for her hospitality during my very memorable visit to Smith Island.
One of the great pleasures of writing this book was the excuse to spend afternoons reading poetry and call that “work.” I’m grateful to Phyllis Koestenbaum for pointing me in the direction of Anne Sexton when I had no idea which way to head, and to John Felstiner for his extraordinary reading of Jane Kenyon’s “Let Evening Come” from his book
Can Poetry Save the Earth?
Two wonderful texts on poetry I turned to were Mary Oliver’s
A Poetry Handbook
and
The Making of a Poem
by Mark Strand and Eavan Boland. A complete list of poems referenced in the novel is included on my website; I hope readers will be inspired by the lines included in this novel to read and buy more poetry.
Other works I turned to in the writing of this novel include Catharine MacKinnon’s
Women’s Lives, Men’s Laws
, Susan Brownmiller’s
Against Our Will
, Sarah Evans’s
Tidal Wave
, Susan Faludi’s
Backlash
, and Ellen Sussman’s moving essay “How Would My Rape Shape My Kids’ Lives?” It’s thanks to the wonderful talents of Ilsa Brink that my Web presence looks so beautiful. And to John Downey that the Latin Laney speaks is not gibberish. Adrienne Defendi introduced me to the Holga camera and gave me one to try myself; would that I could make photos as beautiful as hers. Camilla Olson allowed me to dress Ginger in a suit of her design. Brenda Rickman Vantrease … well, if I start here on how much Brenda does for me as a friend and fellow novelist, this book might never end. And Terry Gamble included me in a few wonderful days spent writing with friends at her lovely Sonoma home, where I managed to get a little water on this oar while waiting to see if
The Wednesday Sisters
would float.
A very special thank-you to Target stores, and to the booksellers, librarians, bloggers, and readers who helped that novel float along so nicely, allowing this one to find water, too. Two bookstores in particular, Kepler’s and Books Inc., have been truly amazing in their support. And with reluctance that I can’t thank every reader whose enthusiasm helped
The Wednesday Sisters
succeed, I’d like to specifically thank Nancy Salmon at Kepler’s and Margie Scott Tucker at Books Inc.
I am blessed to have found a literary home at Ballantine Books, and am grateful to Libby McGuire and Kim Hovey for making it such a comfortable one. Anika Streitfeld’s help in shaping this book in the proposal stages was indispensable. Caitlin Alexander brought moral support, friendship, and more enthusiasm than I could have asked for as I was writing, as well as the kind of editorial insight, guidance, and
stamina
that is a writer’s dream. Thanks to Victoria Allen for the gorgeous cover and Victoria Wong for the lovely interior design, and to everyone else at Ballantine, especially Katie Rudkin, Jen Ramage (not Damage!), and Beth Pearson.
And last but not least: Marly Rusoff, who walks on agent water, and Michael Radelescu, who makes sure she doesn’t sink.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
M
EG
W
AITE
C
LAYTON
is the author of the nationally bestselling novel
The Wednesday Sisters
. Her first novel,
The Language of Light
, was a finalist for the Bellwether Prize. She is a graduate of the University of Michigan Law School and was a Tennessee Williams Scholar at the Sewanee Writers’ Conference. She lives in Palo Alto, California, with her husband and their two sons.