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Original Essays | September 17, 2014 4 comments
My first novel, Love Me Back, was published on September 16. Writing the book took seven years, and along the way three chapters were published in... Continue »
Wendy SperoDescribe your latest project.
Microthrills is a collection of true stories about growing up in Manhattan with a tiny, overprotective sex-therapist mother. It's about a world I created as a little kid one I've kept alive in my adult life. I see myself as a thrill-seeker, but because I'm fairly high-maintenance, and rather fearful, I find adventure in small things, like Twizzlers and finger puppets, and avoid what I consider to be big, scary things like roller-coaster riding and driving. The book has a conversational tone. There are pictures, too. They include shots of my Einstein-look-a-like grandfather in his string bikini in Florida, and a few stuffed animal dioramas.
What fictional character would you like to date, and why?
If you could choose any story to live in, what story would that be? Why?
How did the last good book you read end up in your hands and why did you read it?
What section of the newspaper do you read first?
What makes your favorite pair of shoes better than the rest?
Dogs, cats, budgies or turtles?
Make a question of your own, then answer it.
A: I had to make a special version of the book just for my ninety-nine-year-old grandmother, who reads three books a day. I knew she wouldn't be able to handle the chapter about her and my grandfather, even though I make fun of them in a perfectly loving manner. I talk about how I recently found a strip tease video of my grandmother at age twenty-five, and I think that might have weirded her out.
The memoir is really a valentine to my mother, but she refuses to read it. She feels that her privacy has been invaded. But surprisingly, she agreed to record her Cornish game hen recipe at the end of my audio book. While discussing a pivotal ingredient of a special Cornish game hen recipe, she knocked her glass of water over in the recording booth. She got hysterical about the water touching the chords, and was convinced we'd get electrocuted. The sound engineer behind the glass looked at me, grinned, and mouthed, "This is gold." The whole crisis was luckily recorded and set to music at the end of the CD. In that instant, all James Frey concerns were obliterated from my mind. She was her totally neurotic, adorable self, and subsequently confirmed everything I had ever written.