Patti Callahan Henry
Patti Callahan Henry is , quite frankly, amazing. She has published ten novels since she started on her career in 2004: Losing
the Moon, Where the River Runs, When Light Breaks, Between the Tides, The
Art of Keeping Secrets, Driftwood Summer, The Perfect Love Song, Coming up for
Air, And Then I Found You, The Stories We Tell, and The Idea of Love —which will be released by St. Martin’sPress in June 2015. Patti has been nominated four different times for the Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance Book Award.
She has been featured in many magazines including Good
Housekeeping, skirt!, South, and Southern Living. Two of her novels were Okra
Picks and Coming up For Air was selected for the August 2011 Indie Next
List.
Patti grew up in Philadelphia, the daughter of an Irish
minister, and moved south with her family when she was 12 years old.
Now a full-time writer, wife, and
mother, she lives in Mountain Brook, Alabama.
I first met Patti in 2010 when she did her book, The Perfect Love Song, for Vanguard Press, which made me her rep. We had a delightful dinner at the SIBA convention in Daytona Beach and have been good chums ever since. Here are her answers to my questions:
Tell me about where you live and why
you love it so much.
I live in Mountain Brook, AL.
Although I didn’t choose the city (we moved here for my husband’s job three
years ago), I do love the area. There is a certain nostalgic small-town feel to
this place. I can walk to the village, and my kids’ school is only a few
minutes away. In Atlanta, where I lived for twenty-two years, nothing was only
a few minutes away. I love the convenience; neighborhoods and tight knit
community feel of Mountain Brook.
Meeting her fans at the world famous Malaprop's in Asheville, NC. |
Where were you living when you were 7
years old?
I lived in a small wooden house in
a middle class neighborhood in Narberth, Pennsylvania. This was a “commuter
town” for Philadelphia, and the train station was within earshot. Distant,
lonesome train whistles still carry me back to that time. My mom was a teacher
and my dad a preacher for a Presbyterian Church. It was a charming, stone
church set on a grassy hill where almost all my childhood memories frolic in
the basement rooms. The other memories I keep are the ones where I am running
around with the neighborhood kids playing kick-the-can and other time-wasting-fun
with a freedom my kids never had.
Patti with fellow author Mary Kay Andrews |
Did you have a favorite teacher and
are you still in touch with him or her?
I believe I am one of the few that
can’t name a single teacher that impacted me in a way I can remember. I feel a
bit sad about this fact, because I’d love to be able to say “Oh, Mr. X changed
my life when he showed me a book that altered my view of the world. Or Mrs. Y
encouraged me in a way that allowed me to see my possibilities.” But this never
happened. We moved around a lot from my twelfth year on, and it’s all a blur of
survival. If there was a teacher, it would have been in third grade (and I
don’t remember her name). I was a shy, reticent child (I know you don’t believe
me, but it's true) and I always had my nose in a book. It was “reading time” in
class, and I was reading a book about the real Von Trapp family from The Sound
of Music. The teacher announced that reading time was over but I didn’t hear
her because I was so engaged in the book. She pointed me out and used me as an
example of a “good reader”. I’ve never forgotten that.
Is there a book that changed the way
you look at life?
I’ve
mentioned this book so many times that I almost want to give a different
answer, but I won’t. The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis changed the way
I viewed the world, and eventually influenced my writing. I read it when I
might have been too young to read it – twelve years old or so – and I’ve
re-read it many times during my life. It’s not so influential because now I believe
the devil is after me, but because of Lewis’ style of writing, his irony and his
ability to draw me into an allegorical tale. I did look at life differently
after this book—I didn’t take it all so seriously. Maybe the book was meant to
do the opposite, but for me, I saw the irony and humor in all we took to be so deadly
important.
Do you have a favorite children’s book?
When I was a child it was Narnia, but my favorite children’s
book is one I read to my daughter over and over and over:
Eloise.
Eloise.
The fiendish, daring little girl was an example for both of
us. She visited Paris and Moscow; she ate from the Sweet Shoppe; she dressed in
quirky outfits. She charmed and exasperated everyone she met, and she made us
laugh. Eventually I found a first edition signed copy and gave it to my
daughter who is now twenty-two years old. Who didn’t want to be Eloise, if only
for a day? To gallop around the Plaza and be adorable.
What are the funniest or most
embarrassing stories your family tells about you?
Oh My! I have no idea what they say
when I’m not listening, but I’m going to guess they talk about the time I
walked directly into a sliding glass door. We were in a fancy restaurant in
South Florida and I was holding a glass of wine. I walked with full, swinging
confidence toward the open door. Apparently it was hilarious to everyone
else.
The book she did for us in 2010 |
Is there any message you want to give
to or anything you want to say to your great-great-great grandchildren when
they read this?
I don’t have all the answers, I would
tell them first, but neither does anyone else.
This life is such a gift of mystery
and beauty, but it is also going to be peppered with heartbreak and
disappointment. Who you are, who you become, will depend so much on how you
handle the mystery and the heartbreak, the great and the not-so-great. Don’t
protect your heart and keep it safe, but instead crack yourself open to the
world and all that it holds.
I would tell those great great grandchildren
to stop looking for so much outside approval and dig deep for the inside
approval. Make decisions based on the kind of person you want to be, and the
kind of person you want to become. There will be things and people that you
will want, and yet some of those things and people will not be yours to have,
and “letting go” is imperative to your happiness. You can’t control anyone but
yourself, and even that is a full time job.
I would tell them to read and read
and then read some more. Mythology especially. I would tell them to chase the
wonder of truth, which myth reveals.
See the world—it is a big, big
place. Take care of yourself; be gentle with yourself. Stay away from toxic
relationships. Keep a journal. Don’t live someone else’s version of your life; live
yours. And so much more, but I’m starting to babble like the Great, Great,
Great Grandma I would be to these kids.
Working with me at SIBA. |
How did you meet your husband? How did
your first date go?
I never really “met” Pat Henry. I
just knew who he was and he knew who I was. In college, we had similar friends
and so our paths often crossed. When I look at my college scrapbooks, I find
pictures of him in the crowd. But we didn’t start talking until we’d graduated
and we were both living in Atlanta. I was a nurse at Emory, and he was a
graduate student at Emory. One night we were at the same bar and he sent a
friend over to say, “Pat wants to ask you out. Would that be okay?” I said it
would not be okay, and that I would not go, but he asked anyway, and I went
and that was that. Well, not that quickly. We dated for four years and married
in 1991.
Two "Okra Picks" at SIBA, Daytona Beach, her honor is real, mine is not. |
Finally, Patti's answer to my time travel question:
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME
to any period from before
recorded history to yesterday,
be safe from harm, be rich,
poor or in-between, if appropriate to your choice,
actually experience what it was
like to live in that time, anywhere at all,
meet anyone, if you desire,
speak with them, listen to them, be with them.
When would you go?
Where would you go?
Who would you want to meet?
And most importantly, why do
you think you chose this time?
I’ve thought about this
question for weeks now and my answer changes with the wind. But I think I’ve
settled on an answer.
When I was in high school, I
was in the Latin Club. It was there that I became obsessed with mythology, with
the origins of story and religion. This brings me to the Classical Period of
Greek culture when Gods and Goddesses reigned and the world exploded with
writing and theater, with philosophy and history, with philosophy. I think it’s
probably safe to say that rhetoric as we know it now was developed then and
there.
Although this wasn’t the best time in history to be a woman (as Thucydides wrote in the
fifth century BC “The greatest glory [for women] is to be least talked about
among men, whether in praise or blame.”), it was a fascinating period in
history for those of us obsessed with story.
Maybe
I’d choose the year 330 BC to hit the time of Socrates and Aristotle. A couple
glasses of wine with Aristotle would be nice. Of course I’d like to be safe
from the constant wars and plundering, but for this high school Latin Club
geek, this is both a time and place I’d like to set my eyes and my feet, if for
only a brief moment.
Patti, I love it, "drinking wine with Aristotle," sounds like a great book title.
Patti, I love it, "drinking wine with Aristotle," sounds like a great book title.
Will your fans get to read another
book from you any time soon?
so I was set back a few months on finishing the book, but it is now officially done and in production. I’m thrilled with this book and love the triumph it represents.
Thanks, Patti! We are all glad you made it back in one piece!
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