Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Award Winning Author Sibella Giorello On Crime, Christianity, and FBI Agent Raleigh Harmon . . .

Christal Cooper  

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Crime Fiction Novelist Sibella Giorello:
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
Copyright 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
       Copyright granted by Sibella Giorello

       “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
       Copyright granted by Sibella Giorello

       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
Copyright granted by Sibella Giorello   

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.
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.
“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.
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
Pages 244-245
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James lee Burke web page photo
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John D MacDonald
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American author best known for his enormously popular horror novels. King was the 2003 recipient of The National Book Foundation's Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. Taken at the 2007 New York Comic con.

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Kate Atkinson at Edinburgh International Book Festival
Attributed to Tim Duncan
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Lloyd Alexander
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Madeleine L’Engle in 2005
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Image of tea and The Mountains Bow Down
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Poet and Christian Christine Rossetti (12/05/1830 to 12/29/1894)
Attributed to Rossetti’s brother
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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  Library of Congress P.D>
Adam Cuerden (1979 - , restoration)

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WH Auden
Attributed to Carl Van Vechter (1880 – 1964)
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Giorello Family Photograph
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Sibella Giorello
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Front jacket cover of Stone And Spark

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Back jacket cover of Stone And Spark

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Front jacket cover of The Stones Cry Out

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Back jacket cover of The Stones Cry Out

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Front jacket cover of The Rivers Run Dry

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Back jacket cover of The Rivers Run Dry

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Front jacket cover of The Clouds Roll Away

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Back jacket cover of The Clouds Roll Away

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Front jacket cover of The Mountains Bow Down

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Back jacket cover of The Mountains Bow Down

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Front jacket cover of The Stars Shine Bright

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1 comment:

  1. Christal, you are an artist.
    I'm humbled and honored that Raleigh and I could receive your creative attention. Thank you.
    Your fan,