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  • Writer's pictureRouverol Alicia J

Everything We Think We Are - winter 2011

Everything we want to think we are we usually aren’t.

I grew up in a family of writers and activists. Too reclusive for the latter, I was drawn to the former. At age eight—while living in Corsica—I read voraciously and wrote plays and later poetry and short stories.

We read Shakespeare aloud in my family as a child. Entire plays, with everyone taking a role. I never realized that was unusual until I reviewed David Lipsky’s Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip With David Foster Wallace and learned that in the Wallace household, everyone read—together in the same room.

Do those of us who do so become writers?

Growing up in the Bay Area in the ’60s and ’70s, I swiftly plotted my departure—I took flight to Canada first, where I studied everything but writing for a year, and then discovered sailing, and then fell in love and went to the other side of the country, equally swiftly, and then from there, I went sailing in the West Indies, where for two years I buried myself in boats.

While circumnavigating North America by plane, boat, and Greyhound Bus, I wrote. Landlocked in Maine, I studied writing with poet and publisher Constance Hunting. Then I met folklorist Edward D. “Sandy” Ives who catalyzed in me this love of story.

Folklore was to be my day job; it ended up a twenty-year career track.

All the while, I drafted novel after novel, none of them right.

And then in 2000, I wrote a book called “I Was Content and Not Content”: The Story of Linda Lord and the Closing of Penobscot Poultry, with Cedric Chatterley and Stephen Cole, about one woman’s experience of plant closure in coastal Maine.

Linda Lord was a poultry worker at the local plant in Belfast, ten miles from where I lived. Cedric had begun photodocumenting Linda, and we were curating the exhibition that preceded the book. I’d seen his images, but I’d not yet met Linda.

“You know Linda lives next door,” Cedric announced one day, when he stopped by to work.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not,” he said.

Look at page 43. (This necessitates buying the book, of course!) Notice the square boxes depicting windows on the other side of Linda’s plasticized porch. Little known fact: for a time I lived in one of those boxes, the windows of my room facing Linda’s home.

Maybe it was the confluence of events, but the book landed in The New York Times Book Review and was nominated for an Oral History Association Book Award.

Second book syndrome set in. I left my job at the Southern Oral History Program to write. I moved West. I wrote tens of thousands of words this time, got an agent (a fabulous one). Won an Elizabeth George Foundation grant for emerging writers. I got my first paid writing gig for that lasted precisely one year.

And then everything changed—completely—once it looked as if it might actually be headed in a positive writing direction.

I was told my prison project, Trying To Be Good: Lessons in a Penitentiary, couldn’t “go the distance.” I dropped the article I’d been invited to write on the project for Narrative Magazine.

Nothing worked. I couldn’t seem to go the distance.

And then something strange happened.

On a dare from a friend, I signed onto National Novel Writing Month and drafted Dry River. For the past year and a half, I have worked steadily on the book. It might not yet sing, but it is the beginning of a song.

Things are better now. I write book reviews for The Christian Science Monitor. I am on staff at Narrative Magazine. I write daily. I am starting an MFA program. I am developing another nonfiction proposal. I have landed a day job. I am spending time with my girls.

Life continues, it gets richer, and when the book I’m writing is right, you too will get to read it.


Lin Giralt
Lin Giralt
Feb 20

Alicia, what a lovely story. I am enchanted by your tale, your attitude and your cause. I appreciate your comments on Reedsy and am going to incorporate your ideas and observations. I want to finish the book, let it rest for a week and then re-read it and decide how to move forward: circular file, potential file, e-file. Thanks again for your comments. BTW, as a Duke alum, I hope you enjoyed your time with the Oral History program. It started just when I was there, 1973-1977, and was featured in our student newspaper. I think I remember hearing some tapes being played at Perkins Library and reading some interviews alongside a photo exhibit in the main lobby. Well, enough…

Rouverol Alicia J
Rouverol Alicia J
May 10
Replying to

Hi Lin, So sorry for this tardy response! My website designer did update me on how to locate these and so I did manage to catch this awhile back but then the semester began. The SOHP was wonderful -- so pleased you are a Duke alum. Best of luck with your project! -Alicia

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