I’m churchy, okay. I’m not even sorry.
I wrote a novel about people who quote the Bible at funerals, have a large family, and conspicuously don’t drink coffee. I wrote a book with the words “Joseph Smith” printed in it. In case anyone missed it, my characters are Mormons and so am I.
Like all writers, my goal is for everyone to read my book. Everyone includes my fellow Mormons. The Church is active throughout the world but its densest concentration of members is in the American state of Utah. By the time my book was released, I had only been to Utah once. It was when I was twelve years old and caught in one of my parents’ horrifically hot transcontinental summer road trips.
As a grownup author with a book to promote, I didn’t know how to begin to infiltrate the Utah market. I picked through the Internet until I discovered the Whitney Awards. They were invented to recognize fiction produced by Mormon writers. It was a longshot but a few months later, a panel of judges selected my book as a Whitney finalist – one of the top five in the general fiction category.
And that’s when I tripped down the rabbit-hole.
I’m still a novice when it comes to understanding fiction considered “Mormon.” I haven’t learned all its terminologies and talking points. Please forgive any rookie misconceptions here. As far as I can tell from outside the scene, “Mormon fiction” means several different things. It has to since the Church is large and varied enough to include all kinds of people with all kinds of tastes and reading and writing levels. Contrary to nasty, simple-minded fairy tales, there is no monolithic Mormon person. Insisting there is would be calling on a stereotype and it’s as unfair to apply a stereotype to a religious group as it is to apply it to any other bunch of humans.
Far from being a unified movement, the Mormon book-scene is multi-faceted. Within it there are writers who craft books intended solely for Mormon audiences. They produce mainly historical fiction, kissing-only romance, inside jokes, and heartwarming lessons.
There are also Mormon authors – big commercial names like Brandon Sanderson and Stephanie Meyer – who write mass market speculative and young adult fiction.
When it comes to literary fiction, much of the book-length Mormon-y stuff is written from the negative perspectives of disaffected members – people who don’t like church anymore. Some of these writers – no one famous or influential enough for me to spontaneously remember their names – loudly reject the idea that there can be a “Great Mormon Novel” that combines good literary fiction with Mormon orthodoxy.
I didn’t know this a year ago, but I’ve heard there comes a time in most Utah-Mormon writers’ careers when they must ask themselves if they’re going to work within the Mormon niche or in the mass market. I have never asked myself this question. Until recently, the Mormon book-scene hasn’t been part of my consciousness. I’ve missed out on some good contacts and mentors because of that but I’ve also been spared some self-consciousness and second-guessing – the burden of a complicated, value-laden artistic and intellectual drama.
It was when my novel was named a Whitney finalist that it started to get traction in the Mormon book-scene. At first, it was received with enthusiasm. Kind reviews started to appear. People were happy to read my book. It unwittingly defied critics and filled a literary void in the 2013 Mormon publishing calendar.
What I didn’t understand was that all this goodwill was coming from just one corner of the book-scene. I hadn’t counted on the larger, sometimes more petulant corner that prefers to have its heart warmed, flipped over, warmed again, flipped over, warmed again… From that corner, literary work often seems risky and dangerous and pretentious.
I was about to learn this in an episode I’ll call “Off With Her Head.”
There’s a newspaper in Utah called Deseret News. It’s not run by the Church but it is owned by the Church. A freelance book reviewer assigned by Deseret News – a woman the same age as my mum — really, really hated my novel. I can’t find a way to say this that doesn’t sound like bragging so I’ll just blurt it out. I don’t have much experience with bad reviews. The fact that this reviewer didn’t like the book was strange and disappointing. But that wasn’t what made me sick about it.
The reviewer didn’t actually say much about the book – nothing that can be traced back to the text, anyways. Instead of offering an analysis of the story, she chose to denounce it via the lowest road there is: the one that ploughs through my quality as member of the Church. In this review, my book — and by extension myself — was pronounced “not the perspective of the Church.”
A complete stranger had called out my work in a Church-owned publication as bad Mormonism. I don’t know how other churches work but in my Church, book reviewers aren’t supposed to have the authority to say what or who is or is not doctrinally orthodox.
Now, the last thing a novelist should do upon getting a bad review is challenge the reviewer and her editors about it. Everyone knows that. We are aloof artistes. We ignore and move on. But the reviewer had raised issues outside my book. She’d attacked my integrity and fidelity. It was so far offside I blew the whistle.
I complained first to her immediate editors. They ignored me (though the reviewer showed some shocking hegemony when she wrote back telling me it is indeed her role to warn innocent readers when books “don’t match up” to good Mormon doctrine). Fuming, I wrote to the president of the newspaper. Within half an hour of sending that email, Deseret News apologized, took the offensive comments out of the review, and asked me to forward the email where the reviewer voiced her absurd self-appointed mandate to judge my orthodoxy.
My novel had become controversial and polarizing. When the controversy wasn’t terrible publicity, it was great publicity. In the days after the review, people defended my work. This included an old family friend who is actually an ecclesiastical leader in the Church. He likes the book, doesn’t find it doctrinally subversive, and when he read the review he wondered, “What book did she read?”
After all this, I decided to travel to Utah to attend the Whitney Award ceremony anyway. I’d been tumbling down the rabbit-hole of the Mormon book-scene long enough to start to examine my surroundings and the other objects falling with me. I was curious – perhaps morbidly so – and wanted to land in that world and move through it in the physical universe for a little while.
Once again, my parents were my traveling companions in Utah. We had the good fortune to be in Salt Lake City’s Temple Square during a quick, free concert played on the massive pipe organ inside the big church that puts the “Tabernacle” in the “Mormon Tabernacle Choir.” We all agreed this was the highlight of the trip. Instead of indulging himself with a fussy highbrow organ piece, the organist played accessible songs – organ pop-songs with swelling choruses and big finishes like sonic tsunamis. They were loud and fancy – songs meant to show us what the old pipe organ could do, sounds that vibrated through our chest cavities as if we were part of the instrument ourselves. The organist was playing to the hearts and souls of musical Philistines like my parents and me – and we loved it. It was exactly what we wanted. There are times and places to play to more subtle and discriminating tastes but this was not one of them.
Back at the Whitney Awards, things weren’t going so well. I’d brought books to sell and in an entire day, I’d sold one. Sure, it was to the fiction editor of Sunstone magazine but – come on. At the banquet I accidentally flung my tough cut of sirloin into the front of my dress and, of course, I did not win a Whitney Award. I’d been nominated alongside three romances and a buddy-road-trip novel. The best and most literary of the three romances won. For the overall best book award, another romance – self-described as Bronte inspired — was the winner. I was a little offended when, in her acceptance speech, the winner made comments that could have been construed as her claiming to have won because she had prayed harder over her book than the rest of us (again with the beside-the-point piety rankings) but other than that, the award made sense.
See, the final round of the Whitney competition is a popular vote. It’s like a free, quick concert on an ostentatious pipe organ. It’s got to be a crowd-pleaser, an easy, emotionally satisfying romp. That’s just what it is.
What I do appreciate is that someone in the previous selection round, one or more of the Whitney judges, had stuck their necks out and brought my novel – a literary piece, a critic-pleaser by an obscure foreigner – to the Mormon book-scene’s attention. The Whitneys aren’t really the time or the place to celebrate a novel like that – not yet, anyways. But someday they might be. This year, maybe they came a little closer. Maybe someday that mythical “Great Mormon Novel” will appear on the scene and by then even the most guarded reviewers in the Deseret News will have learned not to be angry and afraid of it.
Until then, take my novel, Mormon book-scene. Take it into your Wonderland and let it wear away some of the harshness of the hegemony still lurking there. Grind it up, add its few small grains to the foundation being built for something better than what’s there now.
I don’t know if it will make you feel better or not about this year, but the first book to take the overall Whitney is worth your time and the best-new-novel the second year I recommend heartily and without reservation.
I was in Utah the weekend before LDStorymakers and listening to the radio and looking at billboards, I could not believe how saturated with that arm of Mormon letters Utah is.
There’s that rookie misconception I was afraid of. Glad to hear it.
Fascinating! I did not get “Mormon” from your book at all. I guess I assume all churchy (white) people from the Maritimes are Catholic or Protestant. And there was some Catholic stuff going on… idols and relics and stuff… anyway, I was way off!
We were Catholics until 1892 and Protestants until 1952 so we’re religious mutts.
That is so cool that you know the years.
I think we were Catholic forever, on all sides of the family, and all three of us kids are atheist so there goes that tradition.
Sorry you had such a shitty experience with the reviewer, by the way. Glad you spoke up.
Thanks for your comment backing me up on speaking up about the review. I AGONIZED over whether to do it or not.
That comment was possibly misdirecting. This is the book: Bound on Earth by Angela Hallstrom
I think they recalibrated after two very literary books did so well the first two years. I think they’re recalibrating again now. Not everyone’s happy with this year’s results.
Hey, I’ve actually heard of her. Will chuck that on the TBR pile.
I would love love LOVE to read the correspondence between you and the editors, you and the president of Deseret News, and the correspondence between the president and the reviewer. Oh yes, yes I would. You DO realize that because your book has critical acclaim outside the church, and wasn’t written specifically for the church market, it must therefore be worldy, ergo “bad mormonism,” to much of the Utah mormon ilk, right? Besides, which section would they put your book in at Beehive Books? Where???? If I were you, I would be extremely proud that your book didn’t mix well with all the pap that takes up so much of mormon fiction shelf space. Go you!!!
Thanks! It was an underling who wrote the reply from Deseret News. Once they started talking to me they were very nice. Won’t be sending them any more review copies in the future though. Ha!
I agree with Lynn on exactly everything. Baby out with the bathwater. I’m glad you are not offering the same treatment in return.
Thanks, April. Howcome wordpress doesn’t have a like button for comments?
Continuing in your ‘bad’ Mormom ways you failed to use the legal name of the church even once in this blog – that is ‘ the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Well since the sign says ‘everyone welcome’ we will have to make room for you I guess – back pew please. LOL Although I have just picked up the winner at the library for a mindless summer read – I stand by my nomination. As always Jenny you make us proud.
I am now going to read your book for sure, and after keeping a promise to Karen Kelsay and another to Tyler Chadwick, will venture a review. pinky swear. We Canadians need to have each others backs.
Is this the JPenny who I see being witty on some of my facebook friends’ walls from time to time? I hope so. Thanks for being interested in the book. I have a lot of catch up reading to do on the LDS scene too (as in, start reading any of it).
Some of these comments are a bit snarky, but I am impressed at the dignity of your post. We are all still learning, even at the Church-owned companies, right? (Her review did stink, and I’m glad you responded).
I loved your book and am disappointed it didn’t win, but I never would have read it had it not been nominated. (That’s what put it on my radar, since I tend to gravitate toward classics and avoid NY bestseller-types.) So I guess there’s that. 🙂 I have been frustrated nearly my whole life at the lack of real literary quality in “Mormon” writing, and was so happy to read something so satisfying that happened to be by a fellow member of the Church.
Keep writing longer stuff! I want more! And I want a relationship like that of Brigs and “you”. So beautiful.
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