Monday, May 21, 2007

Mollieisms: Woo-Hoo!

May 16, 2007, NY Times

Rhett, Scarlett and Friends Prepare for Yet Another Encore

It’s taken 12 years, three authors and one rejected manuscript, but tomorrow will be another day when “Rhett Butler’s People,” the second sequel to Margaret Mitchell’s “Gone With the Wind,” is published this fall.

Less a conventional sequel than a retelling from Rhett Butler’s point of view, the new book, to be published by St. Martin’s Press in November, is written by Donald McCaig, a former advertising copywriter turned Virginia sheep farmer who has written well-reviewed novels about the Civil War.

The book, at a little over 400 pages, will be a slip of a novel compared with the original, which ran more than a thousand pages. “Rhett Butler’s People” covers the period from 1843 to 1874, nearly two decades more than are chronicled in “Gone With the Wind.” Readers will learn more about Rhett Butler’s childhood on a rice plantation; his relationship with Belle Watling, the brothel madam; and his experiences as a blockade runner in Charleston, S.C.

Most of all, readers will get inside Rhett’s head as he meets and courts Scarlett O’Hara in one of the most famous love affairs of all time.

With the publication of “Rhett Butler’s People,” St. Martin’s will at last have the chance to begin recouping the $4.5 million advance it agreed to pay the Mitchell estate for the right to publish a second sequel. The publisher has high hopes for the book’s commercial prospects, with an anticipated first print run of more than a million copies.

But the new book is also, in some senses, a bid for redemption by the estate of Margaret Mitchell, who died in 1949 and steadfastly refused to write a sequel to “Gone With the Wind” herself. When Alexandra Ripley’s “Scarlett,” the first sequel, was published in 1991, it was a blockbuster best seller — it has sold more than six million copies to date worldwide — but suffered a critical drubbing. (Five years ago Ms. Mitchell’s estate unsuccessfully tried to block publication of “The Wind Done Gone,” Alice Randall’s unauthorized parody told from the perspective of a slave whose mother, Mammy, was Scarlett’s nanny.)

This time around, the lawyers who manage the business affairs of the Mitchell estate aimed higher. “What we were most interested in was a product of high literary quality,” said Paul Anderson Jr., one of three lawyers who advises the estate, held in trust for the benefit of Ms. Mitchell’s two nephews. “We were looking for something not to make a quick buck, but something that would be lasting.”

The search for the right author was an epic saga of its own. It began in 1995, when the estate commissioned Emma Tennant, an English novelist who had written a well-regarded sequel to Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice,” to write a sequel to the sequel of “Gone With the Wind.”

Ms. Tennant’s contract specified that she retain Ms. Mitchell’s tone, vision and characters. It also forbade Ms. Tennant from including “acts or references to incest, miscegenation, or sex between two people of the same sex.”

When Ms. Tennant submitted a 575-page manuscript, entitled “Tara,” it picked up where Ms. Ripley, who had set much of “Scarlett” in Ireland, left off, returning Scarlett to Georgia.

Unfortunately, the lawyers for the estate and editors at St. Martin’s thought it was too British in sensibility. They fired Ms. Tennant and legally prohibited her from ever publishing her manuscript.

Stranded without an author, the estate and St. Martin’s next approached Pat Conroy, the Southern novelist best known for “The Prince of Tides,” who had written an introduction to the 60th-anniversary edition of “Gone With the Wind.”

Thorny contract talks ensued. Concerned that the estate’s lawyers would impinge on his authorial freedom, Mr. Conroy joked publicly that he would open his sequel with this line: “After they made love, Rhett turned to Ashley Wilkes and said, ‘Ashley, have I ever told you that my grandmother was black?’ ”

Mr. Anderson, who was not involved in negotiations with Mr. Conroy but whose father was, said the estate never would have put editorial constraints on Mr. Conroy. “Everyone understood that there would be nothing in a contract with him that would prohibit him from including miscegenation or homosexuality, if that’s what he wanted to put in there,” he said. “He, after all, is an artist.”

Mr. Conroy remembers the negotiations differently. In an interview he said the estate’s lawyers never stopped trying to prohibit him from including miscegenation or homosexuality, or from killing off Scarlett O’Hara. In the end, Mr. Conroy said, he pulled out of talks with the estate because he did not believe he would be given true editorial freedom.

With nothing to show after four years, St. Martin’s publisher, Sally Richardson, and executive editor, Hope Dellon, began searching for a new writer. Finding a promising candidate proved difficult.

Finally, Ms. Dellon walked into a bookstore and found a copy of “Jacob’s Ladder,” a Civil War novel by Mr. McCaig.

She liked what she read, and called Mr. McCaig, who said he had never even read “Gone With the Wind.” Once he did, he was intrigued. Right from the start, he said, he knew he wanted to tell the story from Rhett Butler’s point of view, against the backdrop of the Civil War.

“The Civil War has a tremendous moral and emotional force,” Mr. McCaig said in a telephone interview. “You take the Civil War out of it and have the epic love story and everything else is kind of ‘oh dear.’ ”

Mr. McCaig took on the commission, he said, out of “six parts hubris and four parts poverty.” He declined to disclose how much the estate was paying him.

He spent six years researching and writing, digging in historical archives and going out in a skiff in Charleston Harbor to re-enact Rhett’s efforts to get through naval blockades, nearly running aground on a breakwater one night.

His wife, Anne, produced 100 pages of meticulous chapter outlines for “Gone With the Wind,” so that Mr. McCaig would be able to follow the original’s timeline as he wrote.

He delivered chapters to his editors as he finished them. Occasionally the lawyers for the Mitchell estate would be invited to weigh in as well.

“It was a rocky road,” Mr. McCaig said. “There were a lot of people involved and a lot of different needs. It’s a much more complex environment than most novels are written in.”

Mr. Anderson said the estate’s lawyers, having learned from their experiences with Ms. Tennant and Mr. Conroy, tried not to interfere with the content of the novel too much. Bowing to changing mores, Mr. McCaig’s contract acknowledged the necessity of “modernizing the treatment of the sensitive areas of race and sex to reflect the changes in public attitudes during the period of more than 60 years since the publication of the original novel.”

In the end Mr. McCaig included a minor interracial affair and one suggestion of closeted homosexuality (not Ashley Wilkes’s). More controversial, though, were sprinklings of a racial epithet within various characters’ dialogue, a point that concerned the estate’s lawyers.

“It’s an issue that we thought should be considered,” Mr. Anderson said. “It’s an explosive term from a social point of view.”

Mr. McCaig pointed out that the use of the word was historically accurate, and that it cropped up in “Gone With the Wind.” The word made it into the final manuscript.

Mr. McCaig declined to reveal much about the plot of “Rhett Butler’s People,” but he did say it opened with a duel between Rhett and Belle Watling’s brother, Shadrach, an episode that is referred to briefly in “Gone With the Wind.” He also acknowledged an important plot line concerning a child, possibly the son of Rhett and Belle. And an excerpt from a scene released by St. Martin’s shows the teenage Rhett being punished by his father and sent to work for Belle’s father as a laborer on the rice plantation where Rhett grew up.

Following up on a follow-up inevitably has its challenges. “I’m almost certain that there’s going to be people who really have a bone to pick with ‘Gone With the Wind’ who are going to take it out on this,” Mr. McCaig said. “There’s going to be adoring fans who find places where I distorted the true meaning of the original. And there’s going to be some people who think it’s a pretty good book.”

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Llama Chronicles: The Lost Edition, Oruro, Tarija, Tupiza Trip

Oh No,



I have just realized that in all of my everything I never completed or sent a Chronicle about my post-New Year´s trip to Oruro, Tarija and Tupiza, undertaken with my lovely friend and program coordinator, Kris. I´m gonna do my best to finish and post this so that the memories and photos are shared and as little joy as possible is lost.



After New Year´s Kris and I embarked on a two-week adventure down to the Southwest of Bolivia. Our first stop, as a major transportation hub, was Oruro. We decided to spend some time wandering this city, because first of all, why not and second of all, we badly misjudged the train system from Oruro to Tupiza and got stuck. Oruro is cold and ugly and boring. It is worth visiting for Carnaval but not much else, sadly. We escaped as quickly as we could and got ourselves on a 15 hour bus to Tarija, figuring that this way we could take the train back from Tupiza. We made an error and took the cheap bus. It was FREEZING. It was so cold that I put on all of my clothing. ALL of my clothing, including 2 pairs of jeans. Fortunately, we went at night, so it wasn´t until we had just a few hours left that we were aware of how dirty the thing was. I mean, vomit.



Tarija itself was lovely lovely, still in shock over our horrendous ride in, we were very happy to spend a several days in the city. There was a strong wine and sitting-around-a-plaza-in-the-evening culture which was wonderful. Tarija is Bolivia´s wine-growing region and home to the world´s highest vineyards. Bolivians contend that their best wines contend with those of Chile and Argentina. I don´t know about that but wine country is beautiful.



After exploring for a day or so, we went on a tour of the bodegas, including wine tasting, and of the surrounding area. We had a very sweet tour guide and took a walk through the bodega of La Concepción and taking a look at some incredible views. After, we went to a wine tasting at Casa Vieja. Bolivian´s are very fond of sweet things and these wines were DULCE for the most part. It was not so enjoyable but the space for the tasting was really brightly decorated and fun.



We continued on to explore some of the surrounding sights, best of which by far, was this swimming hole with waterfalls in San Jacinto. It was beautiful and the next day Kris and I took ourselves a bottle of wine, a bunch of olives and spent most of the day there. Fabulous.



We also took a drive out to walk through some woods. I don´t remember why this seemed like a good idea, but it was beautiful. We had been warned to buy some coca to bribe the gatekeeper because of the guarddogs. When we got there, we had all forgotten the coca, the gatekeeper was nowhere to be found, and the guarddogs were a little chihuahua thing and a mommy dog with her puppies. Not so fearsome. Once we were well along the way on this path, the heavens opened up and it began to pour and pour, all of us made a mad dash back to the car, but there was no use, we were soaked through. It was awesome.


The bus ride to Tupiza was actually worse than the ride to Tarija, it was long and terrifying with every turn threatening to tip us over off the side of the mountains we were winding through. At one point the driver had us get out to walk. We were only too glad to comply with the request. We did eventually arrive in a place that seemed to belong more the southwest of the United States than to the Bolivia we knew. It was hot and dry with crazy colorful rock formations. We stayed in a cute hotel and arranged for a guided day trip. This was incredible. While I had been a vocal proponent of taking a four day horse adventure to check out the trail of Butch and Sundance, the day trip, known as the Triathalon, was definitely the greatest thing that ever happened. Basically, you spend the day in jeeps, on foot, on mountain bikes and on horses exploring the area. It's beautiful and so fun to adventure in so many different ways. The highlight of the whole thing was the end, when our guide drove us up to the top of a big big hill and set us off down the way on our bikes, riding into a beautiful view of rainbow rock formations. I would recommend this to anyone who gets anywhere near Tupiza.

When we finished in Tupiza (and after a typically Bolivian bureaucratic nightmare to get tickets) we took the train up to Oruro. the ride was long but lovely. Trains are a supreme method of travel. Interestingly, they served a full almuerzo for about 20 bolivianos, a huge platter of rice and vegetables and half a chicken. It was sort of strange to me, being more accustomed to either not being fed or the strange efficiency of airline meals.

Returning home was a bit complicated because there were major conflicts in Cochabamba (riots, fights, burnings) and we got stuck in Oruro for a couple of days until the buses were running again. I won't say that I was unhappy about this, any vacation is a good vacation as far as I'm concerned.

And that was it. It was a great trip, and stands as a major highlight in all of my Bolivia meanderings.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Llama Chronicles: Projects and Ferias

Hello,

So I've done it. I've set a date to come home. I'll be back in Seattle on the 21st of June (assuming no problems) after a whole lot of travelling to get there. Mark your calendars! I will be in Seattle until the 4th of August, when I will depart for my next adventure. I am so excited to come back and I can't wait to see people and eat sushi. On the agenda for my time home is a trip to see my sisterling Pepper in Montana, which is too exciting, we're going to make t-shirts, and also a lot of time up north with my lovely grandparents and...lots of other stuff. Lots of vaccinations, lots of love, lots of events to be settled.



Life here is good. It feels like it's simultaneously gotten busier and also slower. My project launch got messed up by factors beyond my control, but I've been here long enough now that I've just rolled with it and it happened rather suddenly (or so it felt) on the 16th and 17th. I´m so relieved to have that done. I was so nervous that something would go wrong but in the end, I just spent all day running around buying food while the workshop participants happily...participated. (Photos: Team-building activity with balloons and work in groups)



I will be finishing work this week and after I am taking 2 weeks to do the last 2 things on my Bolivia list. I´m going to go run around the Jesuit missions of Chiquitos, outside of Santa Cruz and also, the Salar de Uyuni, which is an enormous salt lake that you go driving over in 4 day treks to these islands out in the middle of all the white. Or maybe I´ll go to the Yungas instead of one of those things...I don´t really know but Bolivia is my oyster. I´m really glad that I decided to take the time to do that before coming home.

I went a couple of weekends ago to a festival/fair thing that was billed as "La Feria Internacional," so International Fair, I guess. It wasn't very international but it was very interesting. There were moments when it felt like it might be something you would see in the states, but something was just sort of...off. Every major Bolivian company, airline, the electric company, mayonaise brands, were there with enormous elaborate spaces set up. Every single one had at least 2 girls with their hair straightened and their makeup perfect in ridiculous dresses in company colors. The highlight was finding a coffee booth that actually had a proper bar and smelled like America. Seriously exciting. There were rides and tons of food. Almost all of the food, sadly, was Bolivian BBQ, which means meat off the grill and not much more. My group at at one and ordered an ENORMOUS platter of meat and french fries. It was stupendous. The whole thing was right over the top and a little overwhelming. Oh progress.

I was nasty sick with what I had been told was an amoeba that would clear up on its own. It didn't seem to want to go and proved unpredictable. I am feeling better and can eat again. Yay! I´m amazed that something took me down that badly this far into my time here, but I suppose that amoebas know no bounds.

I have submitted to my ego and my desire to keep an archive, so I started a blog. Mostly it's just the Chronicles posted and a couple of links to relevant sites and my photos, which have also finally gone up on Flickr. You can find the blog, if so inclined, at http://www.mollieadventures.blogspot.com/ and my photos are linked there or are on Flickr under mollieadventures. The photos are more exciting.

I must make a plea to you all. I have lost my Shon. I know. It´s terrible. But Shontranae´s email no longer functions and I can´t find her. It kills me, so if anyone knows an email for her, send it along!

Ok, I hope you all are well and I´ll see lots of you when I´m back in Seattle, which is too too exciting. Know that I´m thinking of you and write me!

LOVE!

Mollie