Home again
Dear holiday reader,
Whew! What an amazing couple of weeks.
December 1 I flew to London to attend the UK National Book Awards. Before the big night, I visited a half dozen bookstores near London. We traveled shop to shop via “snowmobile” (a snowflake-decorated car with Christmas tunes playing). Samantha and Nigel, members of the publishing crew there, sported their snow-themed “jumpers.”
At each bookstore we were warmly welcomed with cookies, tea, and copies of The Snow Child to sign. Readers I had met via Twitter or Facebook stopped by to introduce themselves in person. At one shop, an adorable little boy named Harry gave me a bouquet of flowers; at another a talented and delightful bookseller named Cara presented me with a knitted red hat, scarf and mittens. Without a doubt, this was the most fun I’ve ever had on a book tour.
To top it off, I joined my friends from the UK publisher Headline for the National Book Awards at the gorgeous Mandarin Oriental Hotel in London. As we sipped bubbly, I had the opportunity to meet the authors of some of my favorite books of the year. Then, when the announcer said I had won International Author of the Year, I somehow managed to stumble to the stage in a happy daze.
The next morning, I jumped on a plane back to Alaska. I spent the next three days in a jet-lagged stupor, wondering why on earth there was no snow in December in Alaska.
Dec. 9 I was back in the air, off to New York City with my husband Sam as welcome company. The Snow Child has been short listed for the Center for Fiction’s first novel prize.
For the first time, Sam and I had a relaxing afternoon to meander around the city. We found our way to holiday-festooned Macy’s, Bryant Park with its ice skaters and Christmas tree, the New York Public Library, Greenwich Village, the flower district. At Little, Brown and Company publishing house, we were happily surprised by a Champagne welcome, and I had a chance to visit with the wonderful people there.
The Center for Fiction events began with a reading, at which Alif the Unseen author G. Willow Wilson impressed us all by giving her reading with her newborn baby in her arms. I shared a few passages from The Snow Child, and thoroughly enjoyed readings by fellow finalists Ben Fountain (Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk), Peter Heller (The Dog Stars), Tupelo Hassman (Girlchild), Kevin Powers (The Yellow Birds), and Maggie Shipstead (Seating Arrangements). (Absolution author Patrick Flanery was unable to attend.)
The next night we all gathered at the posh University Club, joined by esteemed authors such as Jennifer Egan, Ian McEwan, George Saunders and Jonathan Franzen. There was more Champagne, more great food, and when Ben Fountain was awarded the first novel prize, he gave a moving speech about being a 54-year-old debut novelist.
Later that night, Sam and I were packing up and racing to the airport.
We arrived in Anchorage to a snowstorm. The roads were treacherous, but we managed the 70-mile dark and snowy drive home. There we rediscovered what wonderful neighbors we have.
Craig and Jenny had taken care of our two daughters and our golden retriever in our absence — everyone was well-fed, loved, and happy. Donna had looked after our chickens. Karl was plowing our driveway with his tractor — nearly two feet of snow had fallen in a single day. Once inside the door, we found that Donna had cooked us a homemade meatloaf with mashed potatoes and carrots, and Craig and Jenny had decorated our living room with Christmasy crafts they had made with the girls.
This past year’s journey with The Snow Child has been a remarkable and exciting one. But in the end, I am always grateful to come home to my family and friends. There truly is no place like home.
Wishing you a happy holiday season,
Eowyn
12 Comments
Happy Holidays and glad you are safe and well 🙂
I am so happy for you. Congratulations. Merry Christmas
Ben Payne Mobile, Alabama
What a wonderful year you have had, but I’m sure you must have missed home for much of the time. However The Snow Child will have taken you places and introduced you to people I don’t expect you ever imagined you would experience. Well Done. Happy Christnas and all best wishes to you and your family for continuing good times in 2013 and onward.
Wow what an adventure
And a well deserved win
Best wishes for Christmas
Sarah
Congratulations Eowyn! …..and welcome home! Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Merry Christmas to you all in a beautiful snow covered Alaska. After some snow it is now around 40F in The Netherlands, very mild. Congratulations on your award, very well deserved!
Merry Christmas and a likewise Happy New Year. I am delighted at your success
a prize you well deserved.
Heino
I have a Sunday morning prize saying from Time Well Spent with your daughters: “Crafts before Breakfast”
Thanks for entrusting the Baers with your family.
By The Way – Congratulations on your book stuff.
Snow Party time
Chickaloon Jenny
We wished desperately for snow and we got it! All at once! I am glad you are both home safe, and that you had some time to enjoy the sights. Now you can take a breather as they say. It’s exciting for us to see how far you and the Snow Child will go!
Thanks for your company for the “End of the World” party! And thanks to the Mayans for giving us yet another reason to get together with friends and have one!
I love hearing about your adventures. Congratulations! Merry Christmas!
Home for Mabel and Jack is Alaska. The setting for the Snow Child is rugged, free from the distractions of the modern world. This helps the reader to focus on the roles and choices of free men and women, described mainly through the voices of Jack and Mabel. For me, this was the most striking achievement of “The Snow Child”. I hope that you continue to gain recognition for your writing.
Dear Eowyn
I wanted to tell you how incredibly moving and utterly captivating I found your novel. A story, so beautifully told, has not had an effect like this on me for many many years.
I’m Scottish, a film-maker and writer, and live just outside London with my wife and two boys, and it made me dream of the highlands, where I grew up.
Whoever gets to direct the film of your novel will be the luckiest person on earth.
Thankyou thankyou thankyou for spellbinding my evenings this week and I hope to read more from you in the fullness of time. (you deserve your success and should take time to drink it all in!)
Very best wishes,
Simon Smyth