Chris Tusa

For those of you in the Baton Rouge area, Town Favorites.com will feature a small story concerning the release of Haunted Bones on August 8th.

Met Pamela Ewen today at Barnes and Noble in Baton Rouge. She was promoting her new book, Walk Back the Cat. She was very nice. We talked for a while about placing a novel, the marketing process, etc. You can check out her new novel on her website. Here’s a direct link:

http://faithontrial.com/

For those of you who are interested, Storyglossia has a wonderful article on ghost narrators. I’ve cut and pasted it below:

In Stacey Richter’s story “Rules for Being Human”—from her collection My Date with Satan—it is ghosts who convey the message. This is a fascinating technique, and the use of ghosts—as well as dead narrator’s (witness Alice Sebold’s hugely successful The Lovely Bones)—is a growing trend within literary fiction. The topic is ripe for critical analysis. For instance, what does this frequent use of ghostly narrators who envy the living reveal about the psyche of western culture? And what are the implications of omniscient third-person narrators being replaced by omniscient first-person ghost narrators?

The “Rules for Being Human” features one of these first-person ghost narrators. Although this narrator isn’t omniscient—it doesn’t make statements about the interior consciousness of other characters, whether it be human of ghost—it does roam freely about the scene commenting on everything it sees. One advantage of this narrative strategy is that it provides the intimacy of the first-person voice while also providing the more encompassing knowledge of an omniscient narrator. And it’s the ghost narrator that makes this strategy work. Unlike a human first-person narrator, the ghost is not encumbered by having to interact with the other characters and thus is free to function solely as an observer.

The other advantage a ghost narrator has is that it is free to envy. Think of it this way: How do you react to a person who engages in a running commentary where their envy of others is the primary theme? The same goes for a first-person narrator. The ghost narrator, however, taps into our sense that the dead would prefer to be living and that those who waste their lives are to be held in disdain. We give these ghost narrators more latitude to comment than we would a human narrator. Richter’s narrator—now a severed and disembodied leg, but in life “a sauced and angry son of a bitch”—exhibits these envious concerns, “The living get everything I want,” as well as the disdain for those who waste their life, “I’m always cheered to find I’m not the only one without a life.” Perhaps because the narrator is dead we are more forgiving of the mean-spirited commentary, and thus more accepting of the other authorial judgments in the story. After all, sometimes being dead gives one the voice of authority.

Will Clarke, author of The Worthy, read tonight at Barnes and Noble in Baton Rouge. It’s refreshing to meet such a talented writer who is also a nice person. Will’s very down-to-earth, and his new novel, The Worthy, (though he says it’s 10 years old) is quite impressive. I’d highly recommend it! He’s posted pictures of the reading on his blog. You can visit the blog at the following address:

http://www.booktourvirgin.blogs.com/

Here’s a link to the Advocate’s Review of Haunted Bones, for those who missed it:

http://www.2theadvocate.com/entertainment/books/3352851.html

For those of you in my neck of the woods, a review of Haunted Bones will be in this Sunday’s Baton Roge Advocate

A few of my poems have been accepted for publication by Southern Hum. You can read them here:

http://southernhum.com/chris-tusa/ (you’ll need to scroll down the page to see the poems)

My debut book of poetry, Haunted Bones, is now available from Louisiana Literature Press. Special thanks to Jack Bedell for putting together a beautful cover and to David Armand for all his hard work. I really appreciate it, guys.

Well . . . I’ve revamped the novel ms and it’s done. The old title, Sons of God, is history. The new title is Dirty Little Angels. It’s a strange thing . . . when you work on an manuscript for as long as I have (18 months or so). It’s almost as if the characters become part of your family. Now that it’s being considered by various publishers, I feel as if one of my children has been kidnapped. I never experienced this with poetry, only fiction.

For five months now, I’ve watched the federal government promise funds that New Orleans residents desperately need. To say the least, it’s very disheartening. New Orleans (as of today’s date) has not received one red cent from the federal government. The speed at which the federal government has responded to this disaster is simply unacceptable. Food and water arrived only two days after the tsunami disaster. Yet, New Orleans is still waiting. I saw a CNN story last night that talked about the thousands of trailers that FEMA has in Arkansas. They are paying over $25,000 per month for the trailers, yet not one has been delivered to the affected areas. And, as if this wasn’t enough, FEMA officials stated that the reason they have not sent the trailers to New Orleans is because the trailers are not fit for flood plains. Yes, you heard correctly. The trailers FEMA purchased for areas flooded by, in some cases, more that fiftteen feet of water, are not fit to reside in flooded areas. I wonder, if this disaster would have occurred in San Francisco, or Manhattan, for that matter, if the response would be this ridiculously incompetent.