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powerHouse Staff Pick

The lovely Lena Valencia from my Brooklyn home away from home powerHouse Arena was kind enough to send me this picture of her and Syreeta McFadden’s Staff Picks write up of Safe as Houses. I am so in love with this. It is AMAZEBALLZ.
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powerHouse Safe as Houses launch

A few photos from the Brooklyn Book Launch of Safe as Houses at the amazingly wonderful powerHouse Arena, October 6, 2012.  A night for my personal storybook.
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The Nervous Breakdown publishes an excerpt from SAFE AS HOUSES

The Nervous Breakdown publishes an excerpt from SAFE AS HOUSES

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Tor.com's "Genre in the Mainstream" column gives Safe as Houses big love, my 11-year-old self explodes with happiness.

Tor.com's "Genre in the Mainstream" column gives Safe as Houses big love, my 11-year-old self explodes with happiness.

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Storyville features "Free Ham" as its story of the week!

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Book Review: The Rumpus buys into the "flimflammery" of Safe as Houses.

Book Review: The Rumpus buys into the "flimflammery" of Safe as Houses.

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No One Belongs Here More Than You

Brooklyn launch, powerHouse Arena, October 6, 2012.Photograph a significant outfit.http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com/reports/55/55.php
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Safe as Houses Launch Party

Safe as Houses Launch Party at The Center for Fiction!  October 1st, 2012.  A super dreamy night.
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Introduction to Safe as Houses by Ted Dodson

On October 1, 2012, poet Ted Dodson introduced me at the Safe as Houses Book Launch Party at The Center For Fiction, New York City…

Safe as Houses opens with a house that has attempted suicide. The house, as we read later, is not completely dead and nobody has set it on fire, either; rather, the house woke up in the middle of the night to spontaneously self-ignite. All evidence points to the fact that the house has acted alone and, although appearing different afterward in the sense that some would say another appears different after a major trauma, it remains standing if not defiantly alive despite its own best efforts. Still, this house and the book’s others — the ones that are vandalized and vanish and are the sites of fist fights with rockstars — are safe. Perfectly safe. As safe as a house can be. And this is no colloquial misunderstanding, the irony of the suicidal house being in fact safe, but the heart of what Marie offers to us, a heart that is aware both of its atriums pump alternating one another, in lamentation and laughter, that anything given is received through both bruising and absolution, that symbolism is a joining of alternating causes for meaning under the roof of absurdity. 

“They hurt me, these small, brutal kindnesses,” she writes in Free Ham." And, isn’t this the absurdity of a gift? That the gift will always be that, a gift? Its quality as an interlocutor between one being and another never changes and the gifts that seem to count, and all of them might, are the ones that, at once, give and take away. And, regardless of our reason to give — whether that gift be taking a seat next to someone you don’t know yet or the vandalism of a family’s personal and precious objects (macaroni anagrams and the like) — the gift is as irrational as the church in “Great, Wondrous" that vanishes but is still, somehow — and we only know this through feeling it — there. 

And it’s magic, this feeling. The magician vanishes the elephant, and we are astonished at its vanishing despite knowing that somewhere it is still there, safe behind mirrors or under the stage’s trap door. We consciously contradict our own good sense with this irrational awe. We know the elephant is still there, we can feel it, but we are overwhelmed at the gesture. The church was there then it wasn’t so the elephant and the belief of its sudden and final departure. But where was the magic? Not in the disappearing, but in our belief that it did: our welcoming of the irrational and our sense of feeling the structure of the thing that was. 

This world of Marie’s stories is a world much like ours but in which what we would see as irrationality or absurdity mediates a sort of praxis without losing the feeling of what we know, the structure of what was, as the world and the characters therein struggle to comprehend their gifts both sudden and intrinsic. And it only asks one thing from us, that we accept the irrationality that a book, this book, makes us feel safe, not that it is safe insofar as it keeps you out of the way of harm or keeps you tucked inside but it’s like high-beams on a precipitous cliff or “Light over the trees. A few stars.” And as with this book, the safety of a house is in the irrational gift it can give, a chance to feel and know the structure of it without its walls, when “The innards of our house are exposed…” 

It is my great pleasure to introduce to you the author of Safe as Houses, the awesome and the magical, Marie-Helene Bertino. 

- Ted Dodson

(photo: Marie-Helene Bertino)

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Book Riot "The Best Books We Read in September"...

Book Riot "The Best Books We Read in September"...

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Interview Magazine interview with Royal Young, Marie-Helene Bertino on the Strength of Kindness

Interview Magazine interview with Royal Young, Marie-Helene Bertino on the Strength of Kindness

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Publication Day, Safe as Houses

       Today I think of my grandfather, who was an ornamental woodworker and fisherman. Out of a hulk of wood, he could make something useful and beautiful like a chest of drawers, a desk, or a hutch.  He loved the sea and all of its inhabitants, from the mighty barracuda he boasted to have caught (jury pending), to the tiny shore birds who every year would stop by and refuel in front of the house he built on the Delaware Bay.
       I cannot build a house.  I cannot build a chest of drawers.  I cannot haul a swordfish out of the sea.  The best I can do is write.  I worked on the stories of Safe as Houses for nine years every night at my table.  Every early morning before my “real" job.  On lunch breaks, on the subway.  On minimized screens at my day job.  I used paid vacations to camp at friends’ houses, to write while they were at work.  
       I spent hours sanding.  The mast.  The stern.  The rudder.  I failed.  I tried again.  I failed.  Years went by. 
       Every night and every morning, I went back to the table.  I went back to the table.  Through every sadness and happiness. 
       Slowly, the hull revealed itself to me, and eight strong sails.  Free Ham, Sometimes you Break Their Hearts, Sometimes They Break Yours, The Idea of Marcel, North Of, This is Your Will to Live, Great, Wondrous, Safe as Houses, and Carry Me Home, Sisters of Saint Joseph.  They carried me through.
       My grandfather didn’t go beyond the 8th grade, but every time he and my grandmother traveled, he wrote me letters.  Dear Cookie, he wrote, we are in California, I heard you got snow.  Dear Cookie, you will be a great artist. However much of the page was left he filled with xs and os.  Every afternoon the sun set into the Delaware Bay in front of his house, I sat on his lap and counted until its entire body slipped below the water line.   
       I believe that writing is a craft.  Maybe this is why I write by hand.  I believe that what rewards close reading requires vigorous revision.  Maybe this is why I blanche when I hear of someone "composing" their “works" on an iPhone.  I believe that the best way to learn a craft is to apprentice, like my grandfather did, by the side of a veteran woodworker.  
       Today, I launch my little ship.  No one will know its flaws better than me.  I wish it safe passage, but I have no scores to settle.  It is enough to have spent ten years making it.  It connects me to my past, to my ancestors who made things with their hands, and my future, whatever shape it may take.     
       Today, one of my dreams comes true.  
       I think of my grandfather, who taught me to love the sea.
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Alice Munro on happy endings

“That’s something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.”                                                    - Alice Munro
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Safe as Houses Book trailer by Ted Dodson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A37BMm5zrfsWowie zowie—The limitlessly talented Ted Dodson made a book trailer for Safe as Houses!  It is light and weird and fun and dance-y and dark and whimsical and vintage and nutty and French-ish, that is to say, it is a lot like SAFE AS HOUSES.  I just watched the part with Vet Stadium 100 times.

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Interview with Jesse Hassenger for Fiction Writer's Review

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SAFE AS HOUSES Launch Party at The Center for Fiction, NYC

SAFE AS HOUSES Launch Party at The Center for Fiction, NYC

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My book is a book with other books

Look how pretty she is!  "I’m not going to pretend seeing my books with other books isn’t the coolest thing on the planet," I said to the bookseller as I snapped away like a proud parent.
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The boss

Marty Markowitz, President of Brooklyn, interviews Tony Danza at The Brooklyn Book Festival.  Tony talked about his experience teaching high school in Northeast Philly, where I was born and raised.
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Brooklyn, get in my pocket

Brooklyn in the morning is a beautiful thing.
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Canteen Magazine

The gentlemen of Canteen Magazine (Lee Bob Black and Stephen Pierson) and I at their Outwrite Launch Party last night at 3rd Ward in Brooklyn. The crowd knew less about Woody Allen than I anticipated, but it was a lovely event, all the same!  I learned that Canteen authors teach creative writing workshops for middle school kids in Harlem—now THAT is a cool magazine! Learn more here—http://www.canteenmag.com/volunteer
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