Christal Cooper
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Crime
Fiction Novelist Sibella Giorello:
Suddenly
“I remember walking in the snow at Christmas time, with a line
from a carol running through my head. It
was, “…and the soul felt its worth.” Suddenly
it became very clear that God, though invisible, existed in three yet-unified
forms: Himself, His Son, and His
Spirit. And as such, He cares deeply
about what happens to our souls, too.”
Former
newspaper reporter and novelist Sibella Giorello will release her seventh novel
in her Raleigh Harmon series in the spring of 2015, Stone Cold Death.
Raleigh
Harmon is not your typical southern belle from Virginia, but happens to be a
forensic geologist now turned full-fledged FBI agent. Harmon’s life is never dull – there is always
the mysterious rock, the blood splatter, the unsolved crime, and the who done
it that is never revealed until the very end; but what makes Raleigh Harmon
most appealing is her Christian faith; her devotion to her murdered father; her
love for her mentally ill mother; and her faith being tested on a regular
basis.
Raleigh
Harmon and Sibella Giorello have much in common – both have roots all the way
back to 1884 Alaska, are Christians, have a love of family, have eccentric families,
have degrees in geology, love the outdoors, love poetry; and love to dip their
French fries in mayonnaise.
Reading
Giorello’s books readers would assume that being a writer was her lifelong
dream and something she pursued every step of her life. The reader would be mistaken.
Giorello
was born in Alaska, the great granddaughter of Russian pioneers who migrated to
Alaska in 1884, when Alaska was still a Russian territory. Five years later her grandmother was born, the
first white baby in Juneau, and by the time Giorello was born, she was the
youngest and only girl of ten grandchildren, which made her relationship with
her grandmothers extremely close.
“My
paternal grandmother used to bring me to a Russian orthodox church in Alaska. I
liked the rituals, the atmosphere of mystery. But in no way did I want to be a
Christian. Frankly, they seemed weird.”
Her parents were just as colorful and
eccentric – her Jewish mother was at one time a reporter for Time and Life magazines and her Catholic father was a lawyer who was
later appointed to the Alaska State Supreme Court.
“They each instilled in me a strong sense of justice, continually
reminding me that the truth matters, and that knowing right from wrong is
absolutely essential for a good life. So
maybe it’s natural that I drifted into writing crime fiction.”
Perhaps another mitigating factor that
led her to writing crime fiction later in life was her love for books –
particularly the Babar books about the famous French elephant family by writer
Jean De Brunhoft that her father would read to her on a daily basis.
“When I started reading them myself, I remember a shiver of
joy running right through me. Like stepping off an airplane in some wild
uncharted land. Adventure, here I come.”
When Giorello was in the 8th grade she wrote a
creative essay that her English teacher read aloud to the class. It was here that she first felt pride for her
writing.
“Even stronger was the
feeling of relief because my words connected with someone. And that feeling
made me want to connect again, and again, and again. Which is really what keeps
me writing, both fiction and non-fiction.”
Other
things that keep her writing fiction and nonfiction is her family life which
she described as being “wonderful” and “strange” and “individualistic” like her
home state of Alaska.
“I was basically surrounded by characters
that were as vivid as anything I read about in books. Each person I knew could tell at least one
great story. It was a great blessing to
grow up listening to that. And I think
it’s what pulled me to the South later – storytelling as a natural art form.”
One
individual who could tell great stories was Giorello’s mother, just like
Raleigh’s mother, Nadine, who was highly eccentric and constantly worried about
her daughter’s health.
“My mom constantly worried about our vitamin
D levels because we lived in such a cloudy, rainy climate. When the sun came out, she would throw us
outside, exposing as much skin showing as possible.”
Giorello remembers living in Alaska, walking
in 20 below zero weather too school, but she doesn’t remember the cold, but
instead fondly remembers being in continual awe of Alaska’s famous mountain and
glaciers and desired to know Alaska’s landscape origin and make up, and the One
who created it all.
Giorello was determined to find out and
decided that a major in geology would answer both of those questions for her. In 1985, she moved to Massachusetts to attend
Holyoke College where she earned her degree in geology with a minor in religion. Upon graduation she was met with two
disappointments -she was fascinated with geology, but was a terrible scientist,
and the religious classes she took in hopes of finding out the truth only confused
her more.
“In college, I minored in religion, mostly
because the reading was so good, and it kind of went with my geology studies.
Basically, one big Whodunit. After college, I spent some time in Boston and the
Jews for Jesus became friends on the subway commute. But none of it really
penetrated my heart. It was all intellectual.”
She
found herself at a crossroads and for the next few months took a series of odd
jobs from ski instructor to tending bar.
She then moved back to Alaska, then back to Boston to work as a
temporary secretary.
It was
while she was in Boston that she came across a tobacco farm in western
Massachusetts and began working at the farm for less than minimum wage. Her job was to clean out the barns, set up
greenhouses, repair irrigation hoses and other jobs at the tobacco farm,
working from dawn to dusk every single day.
“Right after graduating
from college all my classmates took high-powered jobs with Chubb Insurance and
Goldman Sachs. Probably it should’ve
been humiliating, working for less than minimum wage on a farm with my uppity
college degree. But that farm job was
ideal: purposeful yet quiet. Breathing
room to consider what I wanted to do with my life. Not that I came up with an answer.”
One day,
while laboring a the farm, she experienced an epiphany – that she was called to
be a writer, and that it wasn’t out of desire but out of need.
“I was alone with dirt,
plants, and a landscape that looked lifted from a Winslow Homer painting. And it was where I realized my need to
write. Not want. Need.
On every break, I scribbled notes.
Stories came pouring out of my fingers.”
Giorello
soon felt the need to explore and sold her car, purchased a cheap motorcycle that looked
like a Harley, but was actually a Honda Rebel 250 with only the capacity
of up to 60 miles per hour.
“In 1986, I rode from
western Massachusetts to San Diego California. It sounds better than it was. My
problem was my cycle. It was basically a glorified scooter. After a thousand miles, I was ready to buy a
car, except I didn’t have the money. What can I say? I’d just read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. It made a deep impression.”
While in San Diego, she picked up another
passenger, a homeless dog, named Java who was dying from malnutrition.
“I offered to take Java to a vet, and had no intention of
keeping her. But as soon as that puppy tucked into my jacket, I fell in love.
For the next twelve years, Java was the best dog, ever. A real gift from God.
She rode the motorcycle inside my jacket, her nose sticking out of the zipper
to catch the breeze.”
She
would take odd jobs along the way, and purchased newspapers from each stop,
reading them voraciously. It wasn’t
until she stopped in a small East Texas town that she realized she wanted to
write for newspapers and magazines.
“I worked at whatever, whenever, wherever, until
I finally realized writing was where I belonged. And all those jobs are great
material for writing fiction later.”
She
took a writing job in Seattle, Washington where she wrote for the famous rock
and roll magazine the Rocket.
“It was hands-down the coolest magazine in the
Pacific Northwest. The editor was this hilarious character named Charles Cross,
who’s now famous for his rock-n-roll biographies of people like Kurt Cobain.
Why he let me write for his uber-cool mag, I have no idea. I was greener than a
spruce tree. But despite being really busy, he spent time, one-on-one, teaching
me how to add flair to a sentence. That era was really heady time in Seattle
anyway, the beginning of bands like Pearl Jam, that whole grunge-rock thing. It
was a great place to begin a writing career.
Interesting note: the Rocket also had a relatively unknown cartoonist named Matt
Groening. Right before the Simpson’s
took off . . . .”
She
earned her second degree in journalism from the University of Washington, and
in 1989, applied for numerous internships, and she received some offers – the
best offer from Richmond News Leader
who needed a feature reporter for two months at $800 a month. She jumped at the chance, sold her
motorcycle, and rented a truck where she and Java drove to Richmond, Virginia. Her job as feature reporter turned from two
months to five years.
During those
five years she had no desk, and, instead carried all of her writing equipment
in her gargantuan backpack. When she was
ready to write a story, she would find an empty chair and type until the
rightful occupant came along, only to pack up her gargantuan backpack and find
another unoccupied desk until the rightful occupant showed up, and would
continue the same process until she was finished with her story. As a result, she learned to write stories
fast, accurately and to shut out all distractions.
She also learned that
fiction writing was what she needed to study in order to be an effective
feature writer. From fiction writing,
she learned how to use dialogue, description and insert flashbacks in her
features stories, which explains why she was nominated for a Pulitzer for her
work.
The
most important thing that happened to her while working for the Richmond News Leader was not the awards,
but being assigned to do a story on a Pentecostal tent revival.
“Man alive! I’d never
seen anything like it. Talk about weird!
But as I interviewed these tongue-talking Christians, I noticed how open
they were. No barriers, no worries, no sense of being guarded, even though they
were talking to a cynical reporter. Not long after that, more Christians
crossed my path, particularly a family whose dad was dying of brain
cancer. All these experiences distilled
into my heart. Fence-sitting seemed like
a cop-out. I needed to decide whether
Jesus was for real, or whether He was just some amazing dude who got hijacked
into religion. I soon came to the
realization that not only was Christianity a Jewish religion, but that Jesus really
was the Messiah. I was 28 when I got
baptized in an old Episcopal church in rural Virginia. I’ve never looked back. And life’s never looked so good going
forward.”
She
then wrote for the Richmond
Times-Dispatch for ten years. It
was while she was at the Richmond
Times-Dispatch that two events occurred that would change her life
forever: she met her future Italian
husband Joe and she met Raleigh Harmon.
“Raleigh came in stages. First, while I was a reporter at the
Richmond paper. There was this grand yet dilapidated mansion on Monument Avenue
that I passed on my walks downtown to work. Something about that place--the ivy
crawling up the brick, the slate roof needing repairs, the overgrown magnolia
trees--it gripped my imagination and told me a girl named Raleigh Harmon lived
there. It made no sense but I went with
it. (Don’t argue with your subconscious).
I wrote some short stories with her.”
Giorello also learned that there was a
FBI mineralogy lab while reading an article by John McPhee in The
New Yorker about forensic geology.
“I remember sitting up, like a light-bulb moment. I had a
degree in geology but didn’t know such a study existed. I called the FBI, got
clearance, and drove from Richmond to Washington DC--eight months pregnant--to
interview the geologists. They were smart and balanced and interested in
justice, and gave me much more material than I could possibly use. It wasn’t until the geology came into things
that Raleigh really came alive. Like she
sprung up from the southern soil.
To
this day, I call on forensic geologists to help me research the Raleigh Harmon
books, particularly Ray Murray (http://www.forensicgeology.net). He
wrote the seminal textbook on forensic geology along with a layman’s version, Evidence from the Earth.”
During
one of her research interviews one geologist mentioned a civil rights
demonstration in New York City, where he had to repel a brick building to
gather evidence. Giorello used this
information as a scene in Stones Cry Out where Raleigh Harmon
has to rappel a brick building to gather geological evidence about a murder.
In
the late 1990s she left the newspaper business to stay home with her young son,
which she enjoyed, except for the continuous words of Goodnight Moon, which she
feared was turning her brain into mush.
Out
of desperation, and when her son was taking his nap, she wrote about the woman
she met in her newspaper office, Raleigh Harmon and her adventures, and found
herself writing what would be her first novel, Stones Cry Out. She found herself fascinated by the real-life
research as much as the writing-process itself.
When
she learned her father had terminal cancer she had to stop writing Stones
Cry Out for the next three years, in order to take care of her father,
who moved from Alaska to Virginia to live with her, to care for her young son,
to be a wife, and to continue working part time as a news reporter. What kept her going were her faith and her
focus on the scripture verse of Proverbs 11:25: He who waters will himself be watered.
At
the end of the three-year-period, (after her father died, her in laws died, and
she had her second son) her uncle took her out to lunch and presented her with
a big check that enabled her to quit her part time reporter job and pursue her
novel, which she did with full zest.
“Most feature writers, I
believe, harbor some hopes of writing fiction, at some point. For me, the
opportunity came when I was home with babies, bored out of my mind by diapers,
naps, and drool. Don’t get me wrong; my kids are the greatest things that ever
happened to me. But early motherhood is seventy-percent tedium. I didn’t want
out of it, because it’s part of the whole experience, but it did make me feel a
little nuts. I found that the claustrophobic feeling went away whenever I sat
down to write, to dream with my eyes open. Within a couple weeks, Raleigh
Harmon marched across the page. She kept me company while the kids napped.”
Her
second time at real-life research for Stones Cry Out proved to be
rewarding– experts from the FBI, forensics, and geology came out of the
woodwork to help her. Even still, the
sweetest surprise was to learn that many of the FBI agents she interviewed were
Christians and were proud to reveal to her that their faith helped inform their
decisions in the investigations.
The
Raleigh Harmon novels have so many elements in them: murder, mystery, crime, forensics, geology,
love, mental illness, family grief, but the most important element, according
to Giorello, is Raleigh’s Christian faith and love for Christ. In fact, Giorello’s main purpose in writing
the Raleigh Harmon series was to write about a Christian who had real life
experiences.
“I wanted readers to see
her Christian struggle, how a life of faith does not mean everything is
sunshine and light. On the contrary,
we’re still tempted to sin, tempted to doubt, and we can experience moments
when we wonder if God is really listening.
Those are the valleys we all walk through. We’re not perfect. But we are forgiven through grace.”
Giorello’s
faith in Christ has sustained her and more than proven to her that the Trinity God
is real, and ever present. When people
ask her about her Christian faith and how it works in her life and in the lives
of her characters, particularly Raleigh Harmon, Giorello uses an equation as a
way to explain her Christian faith.
“I tell them it’s kind
of like a math equation you keep working on and working on but you just can’t
understand it. The theorem seems beyond
your comprehension. But one day,
suddenly, you get it. And once you get
it, you can never “not get it.” You
understand on a profound level and there is no turning back toward not
knowing. There is only forward. And More.”
Her
typical day starts at 3 a.m. where she goes to her garret office, the window
open, drinks odorant tea, and writes fast and furious without an outline for at
least 800 to 1000 words, with silence as her background.
She
makes breakfast for two sons, and then while they are at school, writes some
more, does household chores, then runs or bikes until about noon, helps her
children with their homework, makes dinner, has family time, and then to bed
for the night, and the process starts all over the next morning.
Giorello
finds the time to read which she does voraciously – of course the Bible is the
books she delves into the most but she also reads C.S. Lewis’s philosophy
books, specifically Mere Christianity, and his fantasy series Chronicles of Narnia (https://www.cslewis.com/us);
John Steinbeck’s East of Eden (http://www.steinbeck.org);
Anne Tyler’s Dinner At the Homesick Restaurant (https://www.facebook.com/AnneTylerAuthor);
Elmore Leonard (http://elmoreleonard.com/index.php);
James Lee Burke (http://www.jamesleeburke.com);
John D MacDonald (http://www.jdmhomepage.org/jdmhomepage.org/index.html); Stephen King (http://stephenking.com);
Kate Atkinson (http://www.kateatkinson.co.uk);
Lloyd Alexander (http://us.macmillan.com/author/lloydalexander);
and Madeleine L’Engle (http://www.madeleinelengle.com).
Her
greatest inspiration is poetry, which she incorporates in each of her Raleigh
Harmon novels.
“I find one poem that
catches some essence of the story. I keep it posted while I write, then place
it on the novel’s opening pages, hoping it connects to readers as well.
I like to use poems to
warm up, too, so I dip into the verses near my computer before working on a
chapter. This morning I read Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself.” Thrilling.
But my favorite poet is
WH Auden. He writes with profound muscularity from a Christian perspective.
Without being trite or sugar-coating, he lays bare our natural bent toward sin,
and also God’s natural bent toward forgiveness.”
Giorello resides in Issaquah, Washington with
her husband, two sons, a large dog, a sweet parakeet, and a Russian tortoise
that could’ve worked for the KGB. She
continues to write and is appreciative to her readers.
“I want
to thank readers for being readers. While the rest of the world gets stories
from films or television shows, readers persist--like some ancient sect who
still want to commune with words on the page. God bless us, every one.”
If I
thought I looked bad in the girls’ bathroom tonight, things have gotten
worse. Shadows circle my eyes. My ponytail has drifted down to my shoulders,
loose hair framing a face almost sheet-white.
For as long as I can remember, night has always scared me – not just the
dark, but the fact that there’s going to be this long stretch of time when I’m
all alone. Even when my mom and dad used
to let me crawl into bed with them, once they went to sleep, I was alone
again. Everyone else just slumbers until
dawn. But my mind only ramps up, the
thoughts pinging through my head so fast I can’t follow them. And then, as soon as I see that gray hit of
light on the horizon, I suddenly feel like sleeping. Because I stop worrying. A little.
But this night is the longest of my entire life
Excerpt
from Stone
And Spark
Page
63
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granted by Sibella Giorello
After my father died, I came across a
newspaper story about a meteorite that landed in upstate New York. The stone weighed 26 pounds and flew toward
Earth at a speed approaching 33,000 miles an hour – roughly 4,000 times faster
than the average cannonball and hurled by an asteroid belt between Mars and
Jupiter that express-delivers tons of geologic material every year, though most
of it lands in the oceans. But on this
particular day the meteor hit a car, killing the mother and child inside. The newspaper story quoted the husband, who
kept asking, “Why?’ It was the same
question I asked after my father’s murder.
Excerpt from The Stones Cry Out
Page 118
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“Do we have a profile for the perp?” I whispered.
“We’ve been trying to call you,” she
said. “Where are you?”
“Give me the profile.”
“Raleigh, where --?”
“I need, it now.” I growled.
“We think he wants to teach them a lesson.” She said.
“It’s not just about money. He’s
torturing her, torturing them. Raleigh,
you have to-“
I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“You all right?” Jonathan asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I pressed the phone to my shoulder and
reached down, flushing the toilet.
I heard the floorboards creak, his steps
following away.
I lifted the phone. “I’ll call you later.”
“Tell me where you are.”
Excerpt from The Rivers Run Dry
Page 236
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Her cold smile warmed with victory. “Then you agree it was dangerous for her to
go in there?”
Pollard glanced at me. His eyes held a mixture of disgust and
admiration. Phaup was so terribly good
at painting people into corners.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I said. “I’m honored by your trust in me.”
She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Her lips tightened.
“Pollard,” she said, “give us a moment,
will you?”
He walked across the room, all too eager
to leave. When the door closed, Phaup
reached into her red blouse and tugged.
“Any undercover work will be strictly
part-time,” she said. “Your top priority
remains this hate crime which I guess I need to remind you is still open. Have you seen the news stories, Raleigh? Either you close this by month’s end, or –“
“I’m heading out there as soon as we
finish here.”
She smiled, frigidly.
“Then go,” she said. “We’re finished here.”
Excerpt from The Clouds Roll Away
Pages
159-160
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Closing it carefully, tucking it under my
left arm, I could feel my pulse tapping against the Bible.
She was standing.
Her eyes were no longer dull. Polished bright, they seem to see me. She lifted her hands and opened her fingers
and I felt something chilling on my spine.
Her hand moved toward her face.
“No – Mom – no!”
With her hands, she clawed her cheeks. The scratches went white before blood rose
like crimson ribbons. I ran toward her
and she backed away, unblinking and scared.
We stared at one another, suspended in
time.
Breathe. Breathe.
Looking
into my eyes, she drew nails down her face once more. I reached down for my belt, fumbling for the
phone, hitting Redial.
“It’s
me,” I said.
“What
now?” Geert asked.
She
was pulling her hands away, marveling at the glistening red on her nails.
“Help,”
I said.
Excerpt
from The
Mountains Bow Down
Pages
196-197
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The
TSA agent took the guy’s driver’s license and ran a small penlight over it,
searching for falsification.
“Please,” I said, feeling ill with
groveling. “He’s my fiancé.”
“Trouble already, huh?”
I
glanced back. DeMott had walked through
the arches and now stood at the conveyer belt.
“DeMott!” I yelled
The
faces swiveled toward me.
“DEMOTT!”
The
TSA guy moved in front of me. “Hey,
knock it off.”
But
my dignity was already on the floor. So
I tried again, louder.
“DEMOTT!”
“Do
it again,” the agent said, “I’ll have you detained.
I
didn’t doubt it. Taking me into custody
would make this guy’s day. He could
convince himself his job actually mattered.
And OPR would salivate hearing about my problem.
I
watched DeMott shrug into the jacket.
“That’s
more like it.” The TSA guy moved down the line.
DeMott
picked up his leather bag.
I
whispered. “Turn around.”
He
walked toward the gates, walking away.
“Please.”
Suddenly
he stopped. He was patting down his
pockets, as if he’d forgotten something.
“Please,
DeMott. Turn around.”
But
he never did.
Excerpt
from The
Starts Shine Bright
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244-245
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newspaper reporters.
His Girl
Friday
was released on January 11, 1940
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Sibella
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19th
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Old
Swede's Church (Holy Trinity) in Swedesboro, NJ. On NRHP since January 29,
1973. At NW corner of Church St. and King's Hwy. Congregation founded about
1700 as a Swedish Lutheran Church with services in Swedish, but became Anglican
then Episcopal Church built in 1786
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Sibella and Joe Giorello
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John
McPhee
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Pregnant
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Jacket
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FBI
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Christ And The Good
Samaritan At The Well
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to Jan Joest Van Cakar (1450-1519)
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Gustav
Klimt (07/14/1864 – 02/06/1918)
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Raleigh
Harmon running
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Christ of Saint John of
the Cross
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The Forgiveness Equation
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Sibella Giorello
horseback riding
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Sibella Giorello
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C.S. Lewis at age 50
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U.S Edition of HarperCollins’s
Chronicles
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John
Steinbeck in Sweden during his trip to accept the Nobel Prize For Literature
1962
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1st
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Anne
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John
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American author best known for his enormously popular horror
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Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. Taken at the 2007 New York
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Kate
Atkinson at Edinburgh International Book Festival
08/18/2007
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Lloyd
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Madeleine
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Image
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Poet
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American poet Walt Whitman. This image was made in 1887 in New
York, by photographer George C. Cox. The image is said to have been Whitman's
favorite from the photo-session; Cox published about seven images for Whitman,
who so admired this image that he even sent a copy to the poet Tennyson in
England. Whitman sold the other copies.
George C Cox 9 1851-1903, photo
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Adam Cuerden (1979 - , restoration)
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WH Auden
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Giorello Family Photograph
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Front jacket cover of Stone And Spark
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