📖Authors To Watch: Mary Lawlor, Author of Fighter Pilot's Daughter #authorstowatch #interview

 

  

Mary Lawlor is author of a memoir, Fighter Pilot’s Daughter: Growing Up in the Sixties and the Cold War (Bloomsbury 2015) and two books of cultural criticism, Recalling the Wild: Naturalism and the Closing of the American West (Rutgers UP 2000) and Public Native America (Rutgers UP 2006). She studied at the American University in Paris, the University of Maryland, and New York University. She divides her time between Easton, Pennsylvania and Gaucin, Spain. Her novel, The Translators, is set in 12th century Spain and fictionalizes the experiences of Robert of Ketton, first translator of the Koran into Latin. She hopes to see it out next year. In the meantime, she has started a second novel, The Women’s Hospital, set in 18th century Spain and inspired by the life story of an Irish woman whose family moved to Cádiz, escaping English oppression in their own country.

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What inspired you to write your memoir?

When I started writing Fighter Pilot’s Daughter, Mad Men was still airing, and the Cold War was its entire cultural nest. And President Barack Obama had just signed the New START Treaty with President Dmitry Medvedev of Russia. Like START I, signed by the first President Bush and Mikhail Gorbachev, START II limited the number of nuclear warheads and missiles in both the US and Russia. It was an effort to bring about a real end to the Cold War and the threat of nuclear war we’d been living with since the 1950s (and still are). Memories of my girlhood and forgotten fears of nuclear apocalypse were running through my brain day and night.

Back in those days, the fears were abstract as well as tangible. I grew up in a military family. My father was an aviator. Every two years, in response to demands from the Defense Department, we packed up all our cups, plates, sweaters, books, and everything else. The movers would come and take everything away, and off we’d go, by car, plane, or ship to the next posting — Florida, Alabama, North Carolina, California, Germany. By the time I was ready for college, we’d lived in I don’t know how many places and I’d been to 14 schools.

Outside our household, the Cold War climate kept fear hovering in the air all the time. Especially in Germany, we were constantly afraid the Russians would invade or set off a nuclear weapon. The earth would become a nightmare of emptiness, loneliness, hunger. Competition for survival would be vicious.

Through the years of college, graduate school and my work as a professor of literature, echoes of that upbringing moved to the background but kept driving things in the foreground. I moved a lot. I had difficult relationships with friends and boyfriends. Looking at Mad Men and seeing Obama sign that treaty, I saw more clearly how the fears and all the moves of my youth were part of that larger Cold War narrative. I revisited the photo albums my mother made and studied my father’s military record. A narrative of my own started taking shape in my head. I scratched out a draft, then another and another. Writing Fighter Pilot’s Daughter helped sort out and make sense of the complicated past, not just of my own life but the bigger picture of those fractious and difficult years in the life of the nation.

What message do you hope to convey to readers with your book?

I want readers of Fighter Pilot’s Daughter to come away with a deeper understanding of what military kids and spouses experience. I hope the book will show people how complicated it is for these dependents (a fraught word, but it’s the term used in military circles) of service people to maintain healthy and happy family lives when they have to move all the time and when they spend long months separated from the father or mother who’s deployed to war.

The book is also about our patriotic culture, our many wars, and the perhaps inevitable reactions of young Americans to a national identity based on that sort of power projection. I’m thrilled when readers write to say the book has helped them remember and think about events of the time and see how much they’ve shaped history since.

I also have to admit that I’d like my mother and father to be remembered! They were complicated, fascinating, larger than life people. I suppose a lot of people can say that about their parents, but mine were hugely so for me. There are far more stories about them than I was able to recount in Fighter Pilot’s Daughter; but it makes me happy to hear from readers that they feel they know Jack and Frannie; and that they have an idea of what my early life was like. It makes me feel somewhat less of a stranger everywhere I go.

What was your childhood like?

I’ve said a lot about this already, but I’ll add here that there was a lot of tension in our house because of all the moving. Mostly we lived in military quarters and never had our own home. And my father was away from home a lot of the time — on a ship off the coast of Guatemala waiting an invasion to begin, or in northern Turkey investigating a fly-over of the Soviet border, or somewhere close to the border with East Germany, keeping tuned to news from the Fulda Gap. In these and other situations too frightening for my sisters and I to know about, he kept us in suspense from far away. We were happy when he came home, but without meaning to, he frightened us. He’d walk through the door, his head nearly touching the ceiling, his blue eyes lit with a long-distance gaze. It was like he hadn’t really landed. He had gifts. He told stories. But he wasn’t really home yet, and we weren’t sure who he was.

Throughout your childhood, and besides your parents, did you have people in your life that stood out and made a difference?

My Aunt Sandy and Uncle Philip Walsh and their children, my cousins, who lived in New Jersey were always a model for me of the kind of stability I always dreamed of. They lived in the same town and the same house until they were all grown up. They had their complications too, and not everything went perfectly smoothly as my cousins grew up. But they were energetic, imaginative people — and there were a lot of them. Their stability and intelligence meant a lot to me.

If you were to trade places with your father, how would you change his perspective on life? Do you see anything you would have liked to change about him?

My dad was a decorated war hero. My mother, my sisters and I lived in the glow and the shadow of his dangerous, turbulent life. Through all our many moves — I went to 14 schools before I turned seventeen — I remained a good Catholic, a good patriot, and a good student. But when I came of age in the late sixties, I turned away from much of what I’d been taught. Suddenly, the way of life I’d absorbed at Catholic schools and from uncounted patriotic sermons appeared distant and wrong. And all that my father had done in the Korean War and was still doing in Vietnam appeared in a different, darker light.

The confrontations between my father and me as a result of my involvement in the Paris demonstrations shattered my ties to the family and marked my psyche in ways I’ve tried for years to understand better. I was deeply conflicted about my parents at the time, especially about my dad. And I didn’t know how I felt or should feel about myself as the daughter of the man who flew the bombing and strafing missions he did. I wrote the book both to produce a fuller and more nuanced picture of those difficult times and to find a way beyond my own anger at parents I also loved, respected, and missed. Writing Fighter Pilot’s Daughter helped me understand their choices much better than I had in the past.

Will there be a second memoir?

That’s an interesting question. I think about it from time to time, and one of these days I might actually sit down and do it. My husband and I live in Spain half the year and went through a lot buying the property we own there and building our little house. There are zillions of stories to tell about those years. It would be interesting to pick up the narrative from Fighter Pilot’s Daughter and try to connect the different but related experiences. And, of course, the times we’re living through right now bring the Cold War back into view, and I’d really like to roll up my sleeves and write that story too.

Please share what’s next for you?

I’ve just finished a historical novel called The Translators, based on the lives of two medieval priests who traveled from England and Croatia, respectively, to northern Spain in the 1140s. They met and became intimate friends, learned Arabic and translated works in the libraries that once belonged to the emirs of al-Andalus (what the southern part of the Iberian Peninsula was called when it was Arab and Muslim). I’ve fictionalized much of the priests’ lives for the novel but relied on extensive research on the history of the time. A lot of the tension in the story arises from the Church’s attitude toward the books the priests translate for Christians to read. The climax involves the English priest’s sister, who escapes the chaos of home to meet her brother in France, where she helps him and his friend overcome their personal tensions and, indirectly, resolves their struggles with the Church.


 

Fighter Pilot’s Daughter: Growing Up in the Sixties and the Cold War tells the story of Mary Lawlor’s dramatic, roving life as a warrior’s child. A family biography and a young woman’s vision of the Cold War, Fighter Pilot’s Daughter narrates the more than many transfers the family made from Miami to California to Germany as the Cold War demanded. Each chapter describes the workings of this traveling household in a different place and time. The book’s climax takes us to Paris in May ’68, where Mary—until recently a dutiful military daughter—has joined the legendary student demonstrations against among other things, the Vietnam War. Meanwhile her father is flying missions out of Saigon for that very same war. Though they are on opposite sides of the political divide, a surprising reconciliation comes years later.

Fighter Pilot’s Daughter is available at Amazon.

┈➤Book Details

  • Genre: Memoir
  • Sub-genre: Women in History / Military Leaders Biography
  • Language:English
  • Pages: 323
  • Paperback ISBN: 978-1442222007
  • Kindle ISBN: 978-1442222014
  • Publisher: Rowman and Littlefield
  • Format: Hardcover, Paperback, Kindle, Audiobook

 



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When residents of a live-in drug rehabilitation facility called Lemon House start dying one by one, no one in the outside world seems to care.

Two Lemon House patients, nicknamed Trip and Gobstopper, are the only ones who can see the truth: these are
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Their quest to find the killer will push their budding relationship to the brink, cast suspicion on everyone locked in the house with them, and force them to question their most cherished beliefs.

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I sit down in what I hope is an unobtrusive manner on the short wall surrounding the lonely tree. I kick at a small rock and send it skittering across the concrete. Then I set about closely inspecting my own hands, a pointless act meant to make it seem like I have something, anything at all, to do. I sit this way for a few minutes until a metal folding chair is placed down right next to me with a loud clang.

I look up to see a young man. My heart leaps into my throat. His is the sweet, friendly face I’d seen in the window as my parents dropped me off earlier that day.

“Hold still,” he instructs me, adjusting the glasses that have slid partway down his nose. His soft, round face rests atop an equally soft, round body. He is far from tall. In his hands he holds a notepad and a sharp pencil.

“Are you going to draw me?”

“I draw everybody,” he responds as he begins to lay down a few tentatively sketched lines onto the pad. He produces a pack of cigarettes and pulls one out with his lips. He deftly lights it with a small yellow lighter. 

“You want one?”

“No, thank you. I don’t smoke.”

“You will. These things are like gold in here.”

His eyes bounce up and down from the notepad as he works.

“They’re right, you know,” he says after a lengthy pause.

“Who’s right?”

“The guys. They keep saying you’re dressed like you’re going to Sunday School.”

I frown. “This is how I dress.”

He snorts in response. I tug at the sleeves of my plaid button-down. 

“My dad’s a pastor,” I say to fill the silence more than anything else. “He runs a church a few hours east of here. Small town called Elba. We live in the apartment above the nave.”

“What’s a nave?”

“It’s the— like, the area with all the pews. Where people sit during the service.”

“Ah. So you’re a Jesus boy.”

I blink.

“Um. Yeah. I guess so. The church is called Stonewood.” He grunts. I say, “Stonewood Non-Denominational Congregatory Assembly of Worship.”

“Catchy.”

I let that go.

“My grandpa started it way back in the sixties.”

He cocks his head sideways, examining his work. He says, “You don’t ever wonder if it’s all bullshit?”

“If what is?”

“God. Church. The whole thing.”

“Of course not. There’s no higher calling than being of service to your community in God’s name.”

“Sure, I guess. If that’s the service your community needs.”

“Every community needs God.”

“I think mine just needs some decent jobs. Any chance God is planning to open a factory in South Central?”

I shift my weight, rub my upper lip. He goes on.

“Lighten up, it’s a joke. My abuela’s real Catholic. Always struck me as a scam, though. Suffer now to get rewarded after you die? I mean, come on.”

“Hey, you know, if you’re going to . . .”

“Hold still,” he asserts.

I do as he orders, highly aware of his eyes on me. Heat rises in my face.

“They call me Gobs, by the way.” His light tone diffuses the tension a bit. I soften. “Short for Gobstopper. You know, the candy?” My curiosity must show on my face, because he explains, “Tibu picked it. He said it’s because I’m little, round and sweet.” I crack a smile. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I’m a lot tougher than I look.”

“Who’s Tibu?”

“You’ll find out.”

He focuses on his drawing for a while. 

“So, what’s your poison?” he asks finally. “Wait, let me guess. Laced up guy like you— cocaine?”

I shake my head. “Never even seen the stuff.”

“Ah. Downers, then. Oxy?”

“I’m not an addict.”

He laughs. “Yeah. Came to Lemon House for vacation, huh? For the sandy beaches?”

“My parents brought me. I think because— I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fair enough. But why here?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you’re from a few hours east. Gotta be treatment facilities closer to home. Why come all the way to LA?”

“My parents. They were worried what people would think. I had to go far enough to make sure no one found out. They told the whole congregation that I’m on a mission trip.”

“Hmm,” he grunts. “Well, at least your family is talking to you.”

“Yours isn’t?”

He rolls his eyes.

“My cousins spent years running drugs through the house but somehow my abuela blames me for getting hooked.” He shrugs. “Who needs ‘em?”

“I don’t know what I’d do without my family.”

Gobs winces. 

“You’re gonna get eaten alive in here.”

 

  


Tucker May
is a writer of mystery novels, whodunit short stories and all kinds of fun, puzzling tales. Murders, crimes, and mysteries abound. He grew up in Missouri then attended Northwestern University in Evanston, IL. He’s a diehard fan of the Los Angeles Rams and Geelong Cats. He lives in Pasadena, CA with his wife Barbara and their cat Principal Spittle. He is the author of The Lemon House Murders and Death of a Billionaire

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