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258 pages, Hardcover
First published February 9, 2017
The doctors and her parents can call her condition whatever they wish; Shelby knows what’s wrong with her. She is paying her penance. She is stopping her life, matching her breathing so that it has become a counterpart of the slow intake of air of a girl in a coma. She looks at her postcard every night to remind herself of what they’ll do to her if she allows people to know how damaged she is and takes to silence again. They’ll lock her up and then she’ll disappear for good.--------------------------------------
She was disappearing inch by inch, vanishing into thin air, and then one day a postcard arrived.Have you ever had a monster period, a time when, for whatever reason, you behaved in a way that was not in your best interest? I expect these usually occur during or soon after adolescence. Mine did, following and/or during a series of traumas, mostly emotional, but including a pretty bad injury. Nothing criminal involved during this period, at least nothing I will admit to here. (There was a fair bit of weed used early on during these grim days.) But it was a dark time, when the future seemed unwelcoming, possibilities minimal, when ill-advised, self-destructive options were considered. Self-imposed social isolation was a part of that. Thankfully, I survived. My adolescent brain grew into adulthood (some say) and I was a monster no more, just a regular schlub, which I remain.
When I write, I usually have a question that I need to have answered. For this book, it was: Can you have been so damaged at a young age and still be able to pull yourself together and find your way out? That’s what I wanted to know, and that’s where the character of Shelby led me. I’m a cancer survivor 18 years. But even before that, this is what I’ve been writing about. I think I’ve been writing continuously about survivorship. So, it is a grim premise, but I think of the book as funny and moving. - from the Washington Post interviewShe manifests her low self-regard by passing on going to college, shaving off all her hair, hiding out in her parents’ basement, making herself as unattractive on the outside as she feels on the inside, sleeping as much as possible, and self-medicating with a constant supply of weed. Does that make her a bad person?
I feel that it’s everyone’s wish to have someone who really knows who they are. One of the ways that’s accomplished is through reading. The postcards are a kind of symbol for reading. When we read a book, if the book is right for us, and if the book is good, it’s not just that we know the characters — we feel known. We feel this connection. When I read “Catcher in the Rye,” I thought: How did he know how I feel? To some extent, that’s what happens to Shelby with those postcards: Somebody knows her. - from the Washington Post interviewIt is always easy to read Alice Hoffman’s books. There is a smoothness to her prose that welcomes the reader to settle in and enjoy a good story. She makes her characters feel familiar. Part of that is accomplished by putting bits from her personal life on the page.
The characters in Faithful visit her two favorite bookstores—The Strand in New York City and The Book Revue in Huntington, N.Y. They even mention her favorite books, including Andrew Lang’s color-coded series of fairy tales and the Misty of Chicoteague series. - from the Publishers Weekly interviewShe is particularly fond of Leonard Cohen and Ray Bradbury, both of whom are noted in the book.
“Faithful” opens with an epigraph from Leonard Cohen. The lyrics are from his song “Anthem:”
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
I think that’s the truth of life – that we’re all damaged, and we can’t help but be broken and damaged,” she said. “And that’s the only way we can advance and understand more of the world and more of ourselves.” - from the WABE interview
In fairy tales, such things happened, you stole from someone, then were handed their fate as a punishment.
People say if you face your worst fear the rest is easy, but those are people who are afraid of rattlesnakes or enclosed spaces, not of themselves and the horrible things they’ve done.
She read the color-coded series of Andrew Lang’s fairy tales to her mother. They became lost in an enchanted cottage with vines growing over the window. It was dark and it was quiet and they could hear each other softly breathing. Every story had the same message: what was deep inside could only be deciphered by someone who understood how easily a heart could be broken.
She thinks of the way angels arrive, when you least expect them, when the road is dark, when you’re bleeding and alone and hopeless, when you’re sleeping in a basement, convinced that no one knows you’re there.
She thought she knew what her future would be like, but as it turns out life is far more mysterious than she would have ever imagined. What is behind you is gone, what is in front of you awaits.