When I attended the Stanford online writing program, I met fellow writers with whom I’ve developed a lasting bond. One of my favorites was not even in my nonfiction program, but rather a fiction specialist, Suanne Schafer. Before her first novel, A Different Kind of Fire, was hot off the presses and in my waiting hands, I knew it would be a good read. I just didn’t know how wonderful a book it would turn out to be! When I finished reading this historical (women’s, LGBTQ, art, Texas) novel, I begged Suanne to write about the book for my blog, and she kindly agreed.
You can read my Goodreads review here.
MEET SUANNE SCHAFER, AUTHOR OF A DIFFERENT KIND OF FIRE
A Different Kind of Fire began as an homage to my grandparents. According to family legend, my grandfather had vowed he would never marry unless he married his childhood sweetheart. My grandmother, though, had other ideas. She traipsed off to the Chicago Art Institute with the goal of becoming an artist. Several years later, she returned to West Texas—one child in tow, pregnant with another, and abandoned by a fellow artist, a European nobleman she’d had to marry. Steadfast Bismarck waited seven years for her husband to be declared dead before Bismarck could finally achieve his goal.
To disguise the fact that I was writing a family history, I set A Different Kind of Fire some twenty years before my grandmother went off to art school. Originally, I adopted the contemporary romance format of alternating points of view to reveal a love story. Eventually I realized I didn’t really want to write a family history—I wanted my story to be larger than that. The more I researched the Gilded Age, the less interesting Bismarck became. Back on the ranch doing the same thing day after day, he wasn’t as intriguing as a young woman suddenly on her own in a big city, encountering suffragettes, bohemian artists, misogynist professors, and handsome European nobles. I wanted to write herstory not history.
I chose a very close third-person point of view for A Different Kind of Fire because I wanted readers to feel as though they were Ruby. To accomplish that, I had to become Ruby, to see only through her eyes, to experience only those things she could directly experience. Showing Ruby’s world through an artist’s eyes proved to be a two-part task. As a teenager, I painted well enough to be expected to follow in my grandmother’s footsteps. In an act of defiance, I became a photographer instead. Both art forms required an eye for line and color as well as a sense of composition, so I already saw the exterior world as an artist would. Thus, translating Ruby’s love for her West Texas home was relatively easy. For her, the drab landscape carried colors most folks never saw: “clouds turned scarlet and yellow against the cobalt sky” and “moonlight silver-plated puffy clouds … and gave an argent shimmer to the grasses below.” She sketched a bleached cow skull and “lightly penciled a copperhead wandering through the eyeless sockets, an insolent S snaked” over paper washed with a “venomous green.”
What proved more challenging was revealing how art permeated every aspect of Ruby’s existence. When she first saw Bismarck nude, her immediate desire was to draw him—she created precisely-detailed anatomic sketches guaranteed to shock viewers of the era. Art influenced even Ruby’s subconscious. I pulled an experience from my own life to illustrate this. I always knew when my grandmother occupied my dreams—I woke to the smell of turpentine. So, when talking to her friend Willow, Ruby confided that she “dreamed of art in the same way she dreamed of making love, awakening with the smell of turpentine and linseed oil in her nostrils, as rich and intoxicating as a lover’s scent.”
Line, color, and composition also informed Ruby’s emotions. When her third child was stillborn, she tailored his christening gown to fit his premature body, then “cradled his skull and, with her hand, fixed its geometry in her brain. Her thumb inscribed the arc of his brow in her memory. Her nose imprinted the scent from the crook of his neck on her dreams. The pad of a finger applied the burnished new-penny color of his hair to her mind’s palette. Her arms held him, awed by how his tiny body made her soul feel so heavy. Finally, she sketched her son so she would never forget his innocent face.”
Years later, when Bismarck became paralyzed by being thrown from a horse, Ruby saw him in terms of color: “His eyes, the new-denim blue now turned to faded chambray … By kerosene light, his skin looked yellow. The color of life giving way to death.” The intimacy of working with his frail body gave Ruby new insight into the Biblical scene of Christ in the Selpulcher as she painted “the blue-gray of lips no longer warmed by blood, the greenish cast to the face, the way white flesh hung slackly from bone when unsupported by functioning muscle.”
Ruby experienced the births of five children, the loss of three of them and her beloved Bismarck. At age fifty-four as she pursued another love in New Mexico, she still viewed the world through the filter of art, seeing the world’s highlights and shadows as if on a canvas, “With little atmosphere to filter the sun, New Mexican light blazed intense and harsh, blinding her. The effect was strangely unsettling. Brilliant daylight bleached important details. Dense shade obscured others. Salient information got lost in those extremes. The narrow range of mid-tones didn’t tell the full story.”
Through a close third-person point of view, I hope I captured not only the tastes, smells, and other sensations that made up Ruby’s life, but the sentiments that bound her to her family, her lovers, her home; the innate disposition and moral code that overlay her actions; and most of all the colors, lines, and composition that guided her art.
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23 responses to “Suanne Schafer on the Writing of A Different Kind of Fire”
Thanks for introducing me to Suanne and her book. It sounds fascinating. I was listening to writing teacher Peggy Tabor Millin (do you know her work? She’s wonderful!) this morning, and she was speaking about crafting stories out of family histories. And then I read your post! Hmmm…sounds like a divine assignment, perhaps.
It’s one of my favorites! I do NOT know her work. I’ll check her out–thanks, Cheryl. Suanne’s book is one of the most well-written contemporary (as in recently written and published) books I’ve read. I enjoyed it enormously!
Thank you for introducing us to Suanne and her book, Luanne.
Jill, it’s a romance (your specialty) on top of the history; however, it’s on the steamy side of romance :)!
Oh Luanne and Suanne – aren’t your names delicious together 🙂 the description of Ruby inscribing her dead baby’s physical likeness into her memory brought tears to my eyes. I’m off to see if I can get me a copy.
I love that you noticed that about our names! I hope you can find a copy. You will LOVE this book, Pauline!
Thanks for introducing Suanne, this book sounds really interesting, I’ve ordered my copy.
I’ll also check out Peggy Tabor Millin. I found writing a story based in family history was harder than I’d anticipated. Thanks Luanne for the kind review here and to Jill, the contented crafter, and Andrea for their support of A DIFFERENT KIND OF FIRE.
Thanks for writing the book, Suanne!
It sounds fascinating, Luanne. Thanks for sharing.
You know I have artists in my family, too! 🙂
I think you would really be interested in this book because of the combination of history, women’s history, and art!
I will add it to my list!
Thanks for this inspiring guest blog, Luanne!
You’re welcome :). Hope the writing is coming along well, Elaine!
Luanne, thank you for introducing us to Suanne, and I can see why you would be intrigued by her novel. Suanne, thank you for sharing how you handled writing a novel from family history. For so many of us, it’s our family history (past and present) that gives us fodder for writing, but unless memoir is the goal, you don’t necessarily want your family to know you’re writing about them. I also appreciate how your research (and the fact that you did research) led you to write the novel as you did.
Oh, Marie, it’s such a good book! I am so impressed with how she took the seeds of her family history and turned it into this page-turner!
Luanne, it’s to learn about Suanne and it’s very special to make such good writerly friends whilst out courses etc!
Thanks, Annika! Writer friends are some of the best friends!
Sounds interesting, Luanne. Love the similarity, Luanne, Suanne! How fun!
Hehe, it is!
Wow, Suanne’s writing sounds truly stunning. A story for the senses to soak up, for sure. I will get to it after my PR blitz for my “How to be an (Almost) Perfect Parent” paperback format. Thank you for bringing this to your followers’ attention!
What a great title, Ellie! Haha!
I’m sure you would love Suanne’s novel!
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