I remember when I was the person on this jetty, the girl who was happiest when she was mute and terrified of reading aloud in class. I remember going to my first speech therapist when I was five and my last speech therapist when I was in my forties. The girl on the jetty will be a part of me as I read passages from The Ninth Day at the Oregon Jewish Museum on November 12th and at Powell’s Cedar Hills Crossing on November 15th, passages in which a stuttering teen struggles to spit out a coherent sentence. I wish that I could have told the girl on the jetty so many years ago that one day she’d feel eager and honored to read aloud. And yet, if I hadn’t been that girl, I doubt that I could have written The Ninth Day. I certainly would not have felt competent to make Miriam Hope Friis my main character. […]

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The next stop for Blue Thread, The Ninth Day, and me is the Lincoln County Historical Society in Newport, Oregon. On Saturday, October 19th, at 2 p.m., we’ll schmooze about the upsides and the perils of historical fiction. Am I playing fair when I try to confuse you about what’s real and what isn’t? Why do I bother to create a world that partially existed? Why not make it up completely? Or stick entirely to the facts? What’s the difference between fact and truth?

The forecast is for a sunny day, so I wish that the Lincoln County Historical Society might switch this event to the front lawn of the Carriage House rather than inside. While in Newport, I expect to explore the Hatfield Marine Science Center and meet this giant octopus—oh yes! And I’ll definitely hang out at the beach. Where’s Ruth? Dipping her toes in the Pacific. […]

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I’ll admit it. When the sun is shining in Portland, it’s hard to stay indoors all day at the Oregon Convention Center. Still, I was delighted to take the stage with Francesca Lia Block and read from The Ninth Day. I switched from conventional 1964 dress to “hippie” 1964 dress on stage, and this photo shows me in a bit of both. It was fun getting up close and personal with Wordstock’s red chair, but even more fun meeting so many readers and writers. Here’s a shout out to Sadie, who read Blue Thread and stopped by to see me. I hope we meet again soon, Sadie! Next events: a book signing at PNBA tomorrow and a talk at the Lincoln County Historical Society on Oct. 19th. […]

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Master Interlacer: Einstein

While Florrie Steinbacher has been posting away on my blog, I’ve combined bluethreadbook.com with ruthtenzerfeldman.com to bring you my “new and improved” Web site. From now on, you and I will have one main place to connect and converse. Thanks, Florrie!

I’ve been reading Heretic’s Heart, —Margot Adler‘s memoir of the 1950s through the early 1970s. How I wish I had gone to Margot’s elementary school in Greenwich Village! Here’s how she describes the place:

“City and Country took as an axiom an idea that has been echoed by a host of philosophers and writers from Marx to Muir to Einstein —that when you try to pick out something by itself, you find it connected to everything in the universe.”

Precisely. It’s that sense of connection that compelled me to write Blue Thread and The Ninth Day, and that inspires me to tackle my latest writing projects. […]

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Thank you for listening to my ramblings about my dear Miriam Josefsohn from the moment she stepped off the train in Oakland in 1912 until the day she died just weeks before Little Mim was born. The strength of our friendship gave me the power and determination to stay in your world all this past summer.

Frankly, I can’t stand the thought of leaving you just like that—poof!—and I’m gone. I’ll be on Twitter for now (@florrie_st). A real person named Kate Burkett has compiled my ramblings into what she calls an e-book, which you can have for free. Ruth will tell you how to get it.

Ruth has gone on to other imaginings. Leona and Gabriel tell me that Ruth’s next book, The Ninth Day, picks up the story of Little Mim in 1964, when she’s sixteen. Leona Nash is Little Mim’s best friend. I hope that Leona will have the kind of closeness with Little Mim that I had, and always will have, with Little Mim’s grandmother. […]

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