Alice Sebold
I have added a little biographical information about Alice Sebold the author of ‘The Lovely Bones’.
Alice Sebold’s first published book was a memoir of her rape as an eighteen-year-old college freshman. Titled Lucky because one of the policemen told her that she was lucky to be alive-not long before Sebold’s attack, another young woman had been killed and dismembered in the same tunnel-the book was many years in the making. Sebold returned to Syracuse University, the scene of the rape, and finished her degree. She studied writing, and wanted to write her story then, but kept failing. “I wrote tons of bad poetry about it and a couple of bad novels about it-lots of bad stuff,” Sebold told Dennis McLellan of the Los Angeles Times. She explained to McLellan why the novels were not successful: “I felt the burden of trying to write a story that would encompass all rape victims’ stories and that immediately killed the idea of this individual character in the novel. So [the novels] tended to be kind of fuzzy and bland, and I didn’t want to make any political missteps.”
Sebold continued trying to write after graduation and moved to New York City, where she lived for ten years. “I worked a lot of different jobs and became a competent New Yorker, which is no small task, and went through a lot of stuff and rediscovered reading on my own and I became more honest to who I was, which matters a lot. I went out a lot. I would go to a lot of readings. I did a lot of things that I’m not particularly proud of and that I can’t believe I did,” she recalled in a talk she gave at the University of California–Irvine (UCI) as recorded by Ehzra Cue on the UCI Web Site. At that talk, Sebold presented climbing to the top of the Manhattan Bridge as an example of something she can’t believe she did; in other forums, she has also discussed the three years during which she used heroin while she was living in New York.
Lucky began to take shape in the late 1990s, when Sebold was studying fiction writing at a graduate program at UCI. A ten-page assignment sparked her to write forty pages about the rape. Although none of that writing was itself included in the final book, the experience was the impetus for Sebold to begin doing research and putting her memoir together. She read through old letters and journal entries, the transcripts of her rapist’s trial, and even returned to Syracuse and talked to the former assistant district attorney who had helped to prosecute the man, allowing her, even fifteen years after the attack, to tell the story in great detail. The result is “a remarkable personal look at a crime all too common in our out-of-whack society,” wrote Toronto Sun reviewer Yvonne Crittenden. Despite her dark subject matter, “Sebold’s wit is as powerful as her searing candour,” remarked a Publishers Weekly contributor.
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