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Genre: Literary Fiction
About renarossnerLocation: Israel Home Region: Age:30 Favorite novels: Possession, Moby Dick, Gravity's Rainbow, Shadow of the Wind, Fugitive Pieces, Mists of Avalon Favorite writers: Jasper Fforde, Jacqueline Carey, Philippa Gregory, Henry James, Salman Rushdie, Diana Gabaldon, Anna Quindlen, Thomas Wolfe Favorite music: I like to write in silence. But I love Ani Difranco, Susan Ciani, Ella Fitzgerald, and the Grateful Dead. Non-noveling interests: Ceramics, Crocheting, Cooking/Baking, Bookmooch!!! |
Joined: October 31, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 40 NaNoWriMo buddies: 25
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Brief Author Bio: I've been a writer and avid reader (read: book-eater) all my life. Now a working mom of 4, I've finally decided to try to write a novel and maybe have a chance at living the life I've always dreamed. I just hope I can find the time each night after I put the kids to bed. I've been writing this novel in my head for years, so this is my chance to make it real. |
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Synopsis: Black and White
Eliora's life is shattered by a midnight phone call. Her photographer husband Micha was killed by a suicide bomber while out for a beer with some buddies after a photo shoot in Tel Aviv. Her best friend Liam from her student days in Ireland finds out via the book trading site they both belong to. Still single, and perhaps still in love with her, Liam hops on a plane Tel Aviv, not knowing what to expect, but wanting to be there for her.
He soon finds himself in a completely foreign world, as he attempts to be himself and be a friend amidst the Jewish mourning customs of her Orthodox community, and the religious lifestyle that she ascribes to.
A mother of two, Eliora soon discovers she is pregnant. Struggling just to make it through each day and live up to the expectations of her community, Liam offers a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on.
But will the culture clash, their religious differences and societal mores get in the way of the life that is just starting to grow, both within her and without? Black and White is a story about memory and remembrance, art and reality, religion and love, and the attempt to find happiness against all odds.
Excerpt: Black and White
Page 8 of the novel:
Then the momentum of the shiva takes over. People come in and cover your mirrors, you snip the corner of the shirt you’re wearing and then rip a large open gaping tear over your heart. Because it’s not enough that your heart has been laid bare, torn in two, ravaged to its very core, blown to smithereens. Oh no. No. You must tear your shirt right there. There. Right over your heart. Just in case anyone was wondering. Oh yes. My heart? It’s gone. Here. Here is where it used to be.
I had them cover Micha’s photos too. No the photos of him, though they covered those too, but the photos he had taken. The black and white stills that plaster the walls of my house in oh so careful and artful composition. “Here darling? Should we hang another one here? Is this one straight? How does this one look? Does it seem like they are looking at each other? What do you think? Does the light hit this one ok? Does that arrangement make sense?” And then nothing matters. No arrangement. No design. No light. Except that I don’t want to see any of them. These images of other people, other streets, other cities. Lives that Micha captured through his lens. Can someone capture him for me?
Do they say that photos are the mirrors to people’s souls? Is that the saying? I can’t have Micha’s soul laid bare. I can’t look at his soul. At all those lives that made up his life. At all those scenes that made up his days.
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. What about a thousand body parts?
Was it worth it Micha? The last photo you took. Did you capture him? The one that killed you? Because he captured you.
Well here. Here are the thousand words. But they are not enough. So what should it be? One thousand words for every picture you took? Would that bring you back? Is that how I can capture you?
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