Ginnah Howard

Books by Ginnah Howard

Night Navigation

by Ginnah Howard

Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2009.

About Me

I was born in 1939 in Charleston, West Virginia. Though I didn’t discover writing until much later in my life, I was a lover of books. A long-term thumb-sucker who could be happy for hours off in stories. My favorites were usually English orphans or a girl in the limberlost, characters wronged by people I loathed. Though finally I overcame my attraction to Rhett Butler, I’m still leaning into some of the after-shocks. I grew up under the care of a strong mother, also a lover of books, a person who always encouraged me. The kind of woman who was able to run the night infirmary on the 17th floor in one of Pratt’s dormitories after undergoing some failed knee surgery, dressed in a bright caftan which covered a body cast that ran from below her breast down her left leg to her toes. A woman who when I became pregnant encouraged me not to drop out of graduate school with the advice that I might have to work one day. A one day that began almost immediately and lasted for twenty-seven years of teaching high school English, a job I graduated from in 1995 which left me more time to sit down to put words on the page.

Why do you write?

I came to writing by chance in my late 40's. The New York State English Bureau began to press all teachers to actively write with their students: how could you teach something that you didn't do yourself? I remember writing my first short story as part of an assignment I'd given one of my senior classes. After a weekend of struggling to put into fictional scenes the experience of seeing a boy have an epileptic seizure on the playground when I was a sixth grader, I said to my class, "Wow, writing a story is hard isn't it?"

I was further encouraged by having a poet conduct a workshop in my class for a few days that same year. He insisted I write along with the group. I wrote a love poem about my fear of walking along the rocks, the sheer drop to the sea, at Montauk Point. The poet wrote, "You make it new!" across the top of my paper. That was my beginning.

But surely the most important factor in my becoming a writer was the gift of time I was given when both my children went away from home for the first time. I believe that blank time and liking to be alone may be the main ingredients for pursuing any art. When I was a child, at some point, I always left the neighborhood play to go off to my room to be by myself. I had one particular game I liked. I drew the interior of a house. I added broken windows and sagging furniture. Next I drew the people, their hair uncombed, their clothes torn. A scrawny cat and a bony dog. Then I pretended some good fortune had come to this poor family. I turned the paper over and traced the outlines from the other side, only this time I made the roof beam straight. I put ruffled curtains on the windows and logs burning in the fireplace. I repaired the popping springs. The mother’s apron became clean, the daughter’s hair curly. I played this game many afternoons sitting on my bed in the attic. For me writing fiction is very much like that childhood experience. In my writing I am both the one making the house and the characters being transformed.

Being able to spend time alone, to mull, to enter the fictional world, is especially helpful in writing a novel. It’s a long trip and if the bus is a local, stopping twenty times a day, one loses the blurry belief that there’s a final destination.

My first novel, NIGHT NAVIGATION, Book 2 of a trilogy-in-progress, will be released by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt 4/14/09. Book 1, ROPE & BONE is "finished" and sitting on my agent's shelf ready to go out when/if the publishing houses recover from the down-turn. I'm now working on Book 3, COMMON DESCENT. These novels all deal with two rural upstate women and their families,covering the years from 1955 to the present.

Any favorite authors? Books?

I began writing during the time of the so called "minimalists": Carver, Beattie... I still lean toward that spare language, letting the images show the world beneath. Two of my favorite books are Margaret Atwood's CAT'S EYE and Tim O'Brien's THE THINGS THEY CARRIED. I love Alice Munro's stories, especially her earlier work: THE LIVES OF GIRLS AND WOMEN, DANCE OF THE HAPPY SHADES...