Unexpected Pleasures


I don’t know why I wrote Becoming Mia. It was just something I wanted to do. I thought once I had written it, I would move on to the next novel and, in fact, that is what I have done.

But Mia lingers on. At first it was just comments I got from friends who had read the book, things like, Did you really hang out with preppies? And more serious comments like, Were you ever caught in an anti-Vietnam War demonstration? But as those conversations evolved they became more nuanced. How do we know whether we should be involved in a war? How do we know what our government is doing? How has society’s ability to use the talents of women changed? I learned things about my friends, about their ambitions and disappointments, about how their families handled those turbulent 60s. I loved those conversations.

One of my friends arranged for her book club to read Becoming Mia, and she invited me to the discussion. I was a bit nervous. After all, not all these folks were my friends, and maybe they hated the book. In fact, the people were all very kind, and again, I was amazed at the kinds of experiences people shared. One lady said she was convinced the book was about her. She is my age, studied math, and had a cat named Euclid. Her Euclid was also black. It was a wonderful discussion. People shared their experiences of that time and the discussion was candid and open. I felt connected with those readers.

Since that first event I have been to others. Again, I loved the reactions to the book. One person said she had known the character Sam, only his name was Bobby, not Sam. I’m not sure that an author can get higher praise than that.

But even more than the comments on my story, I loved the discussion. An author takes risks by putting his story on paper. At least this author feels that way. And in these groups, people have reacted in kind, reading  “my version of the facts,” commenting on them, and putting forward their own views, allowing me to better understand the world I wrote about and the world I now live in.

These are unexpected pleasures.

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