I love food,
so it’s no surprise my debut novel reads like a well-stocked kitchen. The Deception Artist is told from the perspective
of eight-year-old Ivy, who has a vivid imagination and lies so people will like
her. Set in Northern California during the late 80’s, this sharp, funny story explores
the dark heart of an ordinary family and finds out that make-believe isn’t just
for kids.
Food plays
an important role in my novel.
Budding
friendships are nurtured in the school yard as grapes are traded for potato
chips. During an astronaut game, green food coloring transforms Monterey jack
into “moon cheese.” When Ivy’s brother is sick, she eats chocolate pudding in
the hospital cafeteria, telling a stranger a ridiculous lie. At dinner, Ivy’s family
eat retro classics like quiche, cheese pilaf casserole, and ham and zucchini
skillet, while her parents argue. There’s a daring candy heist to cement a
friendship, and an epic make-your-own-sundae party. Ivy and a friend hide under
the kitchen table while Dad learns about soufflés from a woman who might be
getting a little…too friendly with
him.
I got a big
kick inventing strange flavor combinations for a character’s baby food business.
In later parts of the book, pureed concoctions like Banana Garbanzo Bonanza,
Citrus Spinach Surprise, and Chicken Cherry Chickadee, are crafted in the
family’s kitchen.
Most of all,
I loved writing from Ivy’s perspective, like in this scene between Ivy and Mom.
“Does every
story have a moral?” I ask, putting the lettuce in the fridge.
“No, some
stories are just stories.”
“But does
every fairytale have one?”
“I don’t
know, honey. Most do.”
I try to
figure out the moral of Snow White. Don’t be too beautiful? Don’t
eat apples?
eat apples?
What’s a
food related lesson you learned as a kid? I’d love to hear your story in the
comments!
Thanks for stopping by to share your food for thought, Fayette!
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The
Deception Artist has been shortlisted for the Edinburgh
International Book Festival First Book Award and Amazon’s Rising Stars Award.
This novel sounds really fun. (And tasty too!) A food lesson I learned as a kid is don't drink hot chocolate through a straw. I discovered too late that I was sucking the hottest part of the drink up from the bottom of the cup and totally burned my tongue. Ow. Also, if you're holding a carrot stick in one hand and a crayon in the other, pay attention so you don't take a bite out of the wrong one.
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