Interview
Alice Sebold - In Her Own Words
The Oddity of Suburbia
My family was watching television when a couple - the mother and father to a
woman who lived one street over with her family - were hit by a car and landed
on our front lawn. The man who hit them, leapt out of his car and shouted to two
boys playing basketball in the driveway of the house across from ours. He
yelled: "These people need an ambulance." He then proceeded to jump
back in his car and drive three houses down, where he calmly parked in his own
driveway and went inside his house. The daughter of the couple who had been hit
had been walking behind her parents and, having lapped them once, now came up
upon the scene. We heard the screaming and ran out. Both of her parents were
killed. One died on our lawn, the other died later, in a hospital. And the man
who struck them? He was both one of our neighbors and, by profession, a
paramedic.
As I grew up and left home, living in Manhattan and just outside L.A., I
began to realize more and more that within the suburban world of my upbringing
there were as many strange stories as there were in the more romanticized parts
of the world. Ultimately, the East Village had nothing on Nowhere U.S.A. and I
returned, after several failed attempts at "the urban novel," to the
material I knew best. Of course, I found the elements for The Lovely Bones
in a combination of things, but a major element in its pages is the oddness of
what we often condescendingly refer to as the suburbs.
In those places - like the place where I grew up -- where all the houses of a
particular development share the same floor plan or, in upper end versions of
recent years, vary among three or four, live people with lives much more complex
than the architecture containing them would suggest. But it took me years to go
home again in my mind and imagination. To see the incidents that occurred all
around me as a child and as a teenager as worthy of narrative. But growing up in
one of many supposed Nowhere U.S.A.'s has created for me a bottomless well of
narrative ideas.
Who would have thought that the place I most despised growing up - where I
felt like the weirdest freak and the biggest loser - would turn out to be a gift
to me. But what I have finally, to my joy, been made aware of is that while I
grew up hearing that there were 'a thousand stories in the naked city and none
of them the same' this was as true of the look-alike houses all around me as it
was of the places I lived as an adult. The difference perhaps is that you have
to look harder in the suburbs, past the floor plans and into the human heart.
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