Weekly Wrap: Staggering Generosity

by Susan Henderson on February 1, 2008

Quickly, before I get to the weekly wrap, I have a some music for my friend, Patry Francis, who was the focus of LitPark this week. This is a little gift to her from my kids, plus my very good friend, Kenny, who is the heart and soul of my Sunday soccer team.

“Time” – Pink Floyd

Also: “You Better, You Bet” – The Who; “Strawberry Fields” and “A Day in the Life” – The Beatles


I am overwhelmed with gratitude. And speechless, for a change. So instead of sharing my thoughts from this week, I’m going to quote some of the people who participated in the amazing, world-wide LIAR’S DIARY Blog Day.

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Today is the day that we, as a community of writers, show our support and encouragement for one of our own, Patry Francis, author of The Liar’s Diary. I remember how thrilled I was leading up to the publication day for my first novel. The idea of going from city to city and meeting people who had or would read my book was incredibly exciting, and I looked forward very much to that day in June. I cannot imagine what I would have felt if, after all the hard work writing the novel, editing it, meeting my publisher and publicists, and all the planning that goes into launching a novel, I discovered that I had cancer and that I would have to shelve all the plans that I had worked so hard for.

This is what happened to Patry Francis. I don’t know her personally, but I feel bound to her by our craft and by the deep and intimate love that we writers have for it. I am proud to be one of hundreds today to show support and encouragement for her. I urge you to visit her site and read her blog. And of course read The Liar’s Diary.

And Patry, here is to continued recovery and a prosperous and healthy 2008 to you. ~ Khaled Hosseini, THE KITE RUNNER

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Dear Patry,

Health care professionals thought I had a mere two weeks to live. In 1999. I was so weak, I could barely lift my T-Square off my drawing table. When I attended my first and last book signing for “Chili-Chili-Chin-Chin,” the distance from my parking spot to the fairgrounds where my books awaited me seemed like the Long March. I needed to sit down every few steps in order to gather strength and breath. My voice—my “chi”—was a mere whisper.

The night I came home from the hospital to continue infusions at home, my great grandfather came to me in a dream and said I had no excuse to be in bed when I still had his story to complete. Today, nine years since that dream, I am my healthy self—new and improved 😉 I am certain my deep desire to complete the manuscript kicked my body back on the path to life.

Patry, I know you have many more books to send out into the world. They are awaiting your return to vibrant health, stories that only you can tell.

Now that my legs are muscular and my voice strong and clear, I will be your legs and voice in helping you carry “Liar’s Diary” out into the world. I promise I will send emails to friends with the link to your webpage in the weeks to come. ~ Belle Yang, BABA: A RETURN TO CHINA UPON MY FATHER’S SHOULDERS

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About two years ago, a galley of a debut novel called LIAR’S DIARY by Patry Francis turned up in my mailbox. I receive galleys all the time, and the author of this one was unfamiliar to me, so I had no reason to pay any special attention to it. Often I don’t have the time to even crack open the covers, much less read them. But this one had a seductive cover, and since I was headed up to Canada for a medical conference anyway, I threw the galley into my suitcase. A day later, sitting in my hotel room in St. Andrew’s, I started reading it. In straightforward but compelling prose, it opened quietly. No explosions, no murders, just a gnawing sense of domestic unease that grew more acute and more disturbing with every chapter. I was caught like a hooked fish and reeled helplessly into the story. I recall sitting in a seaside restaurant, my outdoor table facing the water, but my eyes glued to the page. The waitress who came to refill my water glass commented, “Wow, that must be a good book.”

Damn right it was.

I was delighted to give that book a blurb, and delighted to hear that so many other readers shared my opinion of it. Patry thanked me profusely and although we never met, we did exchange several emails. The book was released, Patry’s career as a novelist was launched, and I looked forward to seeing other books from her.

Then, on Patry’s blog, she recently revealed that her life had taken a sudden and devastating turn. She was diagnosied with an aggressive cancer, for which she had to be hospitalized. Although she’s home now, and her prognosis is good, naturally it’s her recovery that’s consuming her attention. Not the novel writing. Not anything as trivial as fictional stories and people who don’t exist.

She is coping with real life.

We writers often get so caught up in our fictional worlds that we forget our own lives and our own needs. It takes something like this — a real illness, a real crisis — to make us focus on what’s truly important.

Here’s to you, Patry. May you come back from this illness stronger than ever. May you go on to write many, many more books like LIAR’S DIARY. All of us — readers and writers alike — are rooting for you. ~ Tess Gerritsen, THE BONE GARDEN

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I wasn’t really going to blog about Patry Francis today. I told myself that she had so many other amazing bloggers and writers in her corner, helping her celebrate and publicize the paperback edition of her book, The Liar’s Diary—what could I add to the discussion? In the grand scheme of things, my voice is very small. So I would sit on the sidelines and cheer for the important players on the field.

And then I realized—how utterly un-Patry like of me. She is someone I deeply admire in part because she has insisted on putting forth her words and her vision—even when she was a working mother struggling to balance the needs of her children with her writing. Even now after the diagnosis she received—an aggressive strain of cancer.

Last year, she fulfilled a long standing dream and published her first book, The Liar’s Diary, a psychological thriller about how the friendship between two women exposes dark secrets at the heart of their lives and families. Throughout the process of getting the book written and published, Patry shared much of her experiences and wisdom on her blog, Simply Wait. Those of us who are still writing, still dreaming, still hoping, found a champion in her…someone who had some of the same limitations, the same (or more) responsibility, the same STUFF that makes up a life, and who still realized her dreams through her talent and her tenacity. She’s such a vital presence in our creativity community, always ready with encouragement, humor, wit, perseverence, and breathtaking writing.

Patry has shown me that it doesn’t matter about the size of your gift, or your audience, or your voice.

It just matters that you open your mouth, pour out your words, and sing.

So, everyone, go out and support this amazing woman and writer. Go buy a copy of the newly published paperback of The Liar’s Diary.

You’ll be so thrilled that you did. ~ Mardougrrl

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Today, while stealing time for some all-too-brief blogrolling, I kept encountering the story of Patry Francis. There certainly were a lot of people blogging about her, so perhaps you’re familiar with this story too now. But, in case you aren’t, you can learn why today (er, yesterday now, as it’s past midnight on Wednesday) is The Liar’s Diary Blog Day.

I’ve been thinking about Patry Francis all day, thanks to her friends and the perfect strangers who’ve agreed to write about her. She sounds like a wonderful person, and I wish her the best of health and many years of productive writing. Patry Francis reminded me of something that, just now, I really needed to be reminded of, and that is the nobility of the struggle to create.

We all have things we struggle through, and yes, it can be easy to both dismiss our own challenges or to grow them into monsters and then cower under the bed. I don’t have all the details of your struggles, and you don’t have all the details of mine, but they’re not really necessary, are they?

My point isn’t so much about keeping things in perspective as much as it is about remembering to keep up the fight–and encouraging those around us to do the same.

At the end of the day, we’re the only ones who can decide how to make our dreams come true while continuing to work day jobs, take care of our families, maintain friendships.

Patry proves it can be done. Patry proves it should be done. Today was about Patry’s fight for so many people, but, more than that, it was about everyone who struggles to type a line of dialogue that doesn’t sound fake or get a description down on the page that does justice to the image in your head.

So it’s not saving the world. (Except I’ve got a theory that says that it is, actually, doing just that on a small scale, every day. I can make these kinds of sweeping, arrogant statements, not because I’m a writer and I think my work is going to change the world, but because I’m a reader, and I’ve read books that have changed mine.) It’s not a waste of time, writer. It’s well worth the struggle.

I solemnly swore I wouldn’t buy any more books until I’ve whittled away at the bins of To Be Reads by my nightstand, but I’m bending that rule in honor of Patry, my own particular struggles, and yours, too. I ordered her book just now, and I’m bumping some things down the list so I can read it as soon as it gets here. The way I see it, Beowulf’s waited for centuries; it can hang out another few weeks.

And frankly, I don’t think I can stomach epic poetry right now–I’m in a liar’s diary kind of mood, you know? ~ Jennifer Duncan

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This morning I sent out a mailing to the 4 or 500 people who read my political rants and forwards, only this morning, I urged them to buy Patry’s novel as a way of helping themselves and of helping her. I felt particularly good doing this, because I’ve been cranky of late about how a ‘virtual’ community is not really a community at all, and how much of the blather about the Internet is really self-congratulatory, and basically a very watery meal. A community brings you soup when you’re sick or buries you when you’re dead. They pick up your children from school when you can’t.

The deficiencies of the virtual community become stark to me when I consider that at this point in his Presidency, Lyndon Johnson was a broken man, unable to rule and exercise power, while George Bush, despite low double-digit approval figures, is still planning and conducting pointless wars and destroying the economy. The largest contributing difference to these two times is, to my mind, the internet and the unintended consequences of fragmentation. While we stay home, composing and forwarding political screeds, and blogging our asses off, the apparatus in Washington continues unabated.People are not “out in the streets”, or attending teach-ins, reveling in the visual affirmation of thousands of like-minded souls rubbing shoulders with them, demonstrating and practicing civil disobedience.

However, this morning, by linking Patry’s work to a far-flung community of disparate souls, by joining this conscious community effort, and by asking my “reader” friends to enter the world of Patry’s imagination, and support her , I felt the hard-and-fast line between virtual and actual communities soften and blur a bit. The blurring of hard and fast lines, reminded me, how in most cases, life presents itself as “both-and” and not conveniently as the “either-or” I try to bend it into. I’m grateful to Patry for being the occasion of that insight, and grateful to this community who have banded together to try and be of help to her. I’m grateful for the invitation (and occasion) to sit and re-think a bone-dry prejudice. A deep bow to all. ~ Peter Coyote, SLEEPING WHERE I FALL

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You shouldn’t buy a novel because the writer has cancer.

You shouldn’t buy a novel because a writer is poor, or talented but unnoticed or has an abusive husband or lives in a besieged place.

You should only buy a novel because it’s good, and I know that Patry Francis’ novel ‘The Liar’s Diary‘ is good wrting and even better reading. I know because I read it and loved it and wrote about it a year ago when it was only in uncorrected proofs.

It’s a story of murder and love and betrayal (always a promising mix) but more than that, it’s a story with honesty and skill burned into every line.

And Patry Francis, whose book, ‘The Liar’s Diary,’ comes out in paperback today, does have cancer, and is fighting it with every ounce in her body — just as she fought to write when she was a waitress on Cape Cod with three kids and no hope of ever being published. It’s an aggressive form of cancer but Patry is an aggressive sort of woman who won’t let this bastard win without a fight down to the mat.

If you’re in the market for a good book today, and it’s my way of thinking that everyone should be… every day, follow this link to Patry’s website or to the place on Amazon where you can buy ‘The Liar’s Diary.’ It sounds a bit odd and silly; but I want to help a good writer write more. We writers are seen by others as grasping and greedy, unwilling to write kind things about others’ books unless we’re sure those books won’t pose a threat to our own.

That’s not true.

Or it’s not true for many.

The very best writers have mighty hearts.

Most of them whom I know have an excess of compassion for others who serve this demanding goddess.

And so, today belongs to Patry. More than 200 other authors are mentioning her today, in their blogs, as well. I’m only one of them, but proud to be. ~ Jacquelyn Mitchard, THE DEEP END OF THE OCEAN


Now, many of you know I told Patry not to comment on every blog and every post because the whole purpose of this was to allow her to rest and focus on her health. But, okay, Patry has really wanted to say something to all of you, so here she is…

Talk about spinning heads! When I first wrote about my illness, I decided that if I was forced to drink an ounce of pain and trouble, the only answer was to counter it with two ounces of bliss. Little did I know that through all of you, I would consume a whole case of it. As a consummate daydreamer, I’m in awe of Sue, Laura, Karen, Jessica, Tish, my agent Alice, Sue’s agent, Dan, the folks at Backspace and Red Room and Circle of Seven Video and so many others who envisioned this day, pooled their resources and really made it happen. To them, and to all of you who have responded with such amazing generosity, I send a bottomless case of gratitude. Huge thanks and love to all of you. ~ Patry Francis


Thank you. All of you.

I’ll see you Monday for a new Question of the Week.

{ 43 comments… read them below or add one }

SusanHenderson January 31, 2008 at 11:30 pm

I’m getting ready to go to bed, but for those of you who follow Neil’s blog, this is worth reading. You may know he’s been writing his latest book and has missed a deadline, stuck – blog after blog – on chapter 7. Some of us are stuck on chapter 2. This gives me so much hope, and also I’m just really happy for him:

One other thing, to the person I linked to above who has yet to read Beowulf – first of all, thank you for saying that you will read Patry’s book first. And then…. get the Seamus Heaney edition (Laura Benedict, can you vouch for me here?) and read it out loud. And sometime later, treat yourself to the CD of the book with Heaney reading it in his marvelous lilt. And then… if Heaney comes to your town for a reading, go, and sit as close to the front as you can, and see if you don’t fall in love with him when he reads about his mother… or potatoes.

Have a great weekend, everyone.


JamesRSpring February 1, 2008 at 12:48 am

You do good things, senora Henderson.

I was happy to do my tiny part, and staggered to watch the outpouring from our LitParkmates.

I don’t know Patry, but she’s clearly one of our own. I’m proud to be a member of this community.

To Patry: health & happiness…

– James


Nathalie February 1, 2008 at 1:52 am

I am ridiculously happy that you’ve quoted Jenn. I’ll make sure she comes here and read your recommendation for Beowulf.
I just love the reactions to these multiple posts, it was as if somebody had lit a candle in the dark: people started to believe again in generosity and many felt moved to pass the message on (getting the book on the way too).
A great humanitarian wave. Thank you for setting it up.


aimeepalooza February 1, 2008 at 3:18 am

I’m in awe. This whole thing is just amazing. How about we make our own bliss by doing more good things? I know, cheesy, but seriously, who doesn’t feel good about this? Her words deserve to be read. I’m a bit giddy at this point.. Patry makes me see the bright side of life and I am glad to be a part of helping her get the good side. She deserves it.


LaurenBaratzLogsted February 1, 2008 at 10:35 am

Thanks for giving me an opportunity to take part. On my Friday MySpace blog today, Susan, I cited you, Laura, Karen and Jessica for your amazing jobs in getting this thing going. And I’m still hearing from people who are only learning of this after the fact and are doing their own blogging now etc. So here’s to keeping the momentum going!


lance_reynald February 1, 2008 at 10:49 am

kinda speechless myself. Though I know the love and generosity of this community. Some of the same names and faces that helped me through last February. Back then, my survival had our wonderful Park-mates as a foundation.

You are all good people.

In my book, that simple statement is the highest praise. I stand by it; as I’d gladly stand up for each and every name on that list.

all my heart, hopes and love…

and, every drop of bliss to spare; for Patry.

xo. LR


Carolyn_Burns_Bass February 1, 2008 at 10:57 am

This has been an amazing week. Maybe it was all of the bliss going around that tickled Neil’s muse. I know it tickled mine–I finially captured the ending for my WIP and am just about to begin a final sweep before hopping aboard the query-go-round.

Those kids, Sue. You must wake up in the morning smiling. Talk about bliss.


Kimberly February 1, 2008 at 12:54 pm

talk about giddy… I ordered my books via Amazon and decided to wait for super saver shipping – which usually takes two-to-three weeks.

I got my books YESTERDAY (2 day turnaround) and was deliriously handing them out left and right!

This was enormous! 😀


Laura_Benedict February 1, 2008 at 1:01 pm

“Staggering” (thank you, James!) is an excellent word for the degree of generosity we all witnessed on Tuesday (and beyond!). That kindness should beget kindness should be no surprise to me–but to see it in action, to see it grow exponentially and for someone who is the soul of kindness herself, is a wondrous thing. Patry has said her “thank-yous” to you all so beautifully here, and on her own blog today. I just want to express my deepest gratitude to every one of you who took the time to make a difference for her with your writing, your stories and your, yes, purchasing power. You’re amazing!

(But if I thank Susan any more, I fear she’ll get embarrassed! : )

Now. Beowulf! As Susan hinted, I love Beowulf–particularly Seamus Heaney’s translation. There’s something about it that calls to the warrior in my blood, that makes me want to build a Heorot of my own, polish up my sword, and hunt down a wild boar to roast in the pit in my front yard. (Really, I have no sword, but I do own a Viking Barbie.) Go and read it (after The Liar’s Diary, of course), and see if you don’t feel the same wild urges! Now, If only Heaney could work his same magic for Song of Roland….


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 3:38 pm

I should really do a feature on translators sometime. I love Heaney and also Robert Fagles’ translations. And last night, Mr. H. was reading the most magnificent translation of Tartuffe. Oh, for another day….


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 3:38 pm

All right! And almost happy birthday!


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 4:01 pm

Wow, now that is a wonderful thing to find your ending! Please pass the muse on to me…


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 4:04 pm

After all this warm and fuzzy stuff, I wonder if my wondertwin is as ready as I am for some Denis Johnson-like trouble!


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 4:05 pm

You’ve been amazing, Lauren. Thank you!


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 4:06 pm

My next good deed is I’m taking my 10 year old to a dance tonight and I’ve sworn to him that I won’t get on the dance floor.


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 4:06 pm

Awesome chest hair, James.


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 4:07 pm

Thanks for pointing out your friend’s link – that’s how I noticed her!


Gail Siegel February 1, 2008 at 4:33 pm

While I could not do anything myself this week because of overwhelming personal and work demands, I got lots of notices from around the planet about Patry — from everyone from Myf Collins to Dani Shapiro. Susan, you got the power! And Patry, may you bask in the glow — a healthy glow.


patry francis February 1, 2008 at 5:11 pm

All that–and a song,too??? The kids are fabulous! How amazing to see a few of these altogether in one place…Staggering is the word! xxx p.s. The parkmates are awesome. p.p.s. Check out the hearts on my blog. They look a lot like yours…


aimeepalooza February 1, 2008 at 5:22 pm

I feel entitled to embarrass my 11 year-old. It’s like I changed his diapers, now I get to embarrass him.


lance_reynald February 1, 2008 at 5:30 pm

Ha! if only I could get a certain email exchange to get moving.

we’ll see though…

heading north mid month… you need anything while I’m there? Claire pointed me in the direction of an awesome market.

looks Yummy!

and hey, as for the DJ… My imagination or is everyone and their mother re-reading Jesus’ Son these days?



Carolyn_Burns_Bass February 1, 2008 at 7:02 pm

Close your eyes and imagine, twinkling like motes in a ray of sunshine, the muse landing on your shoulder.


Maryanne Stahl February 1, 2008 at 7:13 pm

Your boys are little shining, pulsing stars! thanks for the vid.


troutbum70 February 1, 2008 at 8:42 pm

I too am a Beowulf fan and you are right about Heaney. I remember buying his translation in Woodbury MN, where I was living at the time. I was captivated by the cover and after I read the first few lines I went to the register and paid. I spent the whole day reading and finished in time to go for dinner. I read it a few more times but sadly it was lost in the move back to Oklahoma along with numerous other books. I think I shall go this weekend and get a new copy. Fagles is awesome. The Song of Roland is another favorite. I also have no sword but we do have wild boar and I know of a guy who makes mead. How primal could that be?


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 10:46 pm

Mr. H wants to be a shining star today, too, apparently, so he uploaded this:

Kimberly and Aurelio might be amused, and if not, at least it’s very short.


SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 10:47 pm



SusanHenderson February 1, 2008 at 10:51 pm

Just don’t buy me any peanut butter while you’re at that market because you’re still in trouble for that last batch.

I’m going to re-read The Road, and then Jesus’ Son. I didn’t used to re-read books, but lately it’s a huge pleasure of mine.

For those in the LitPark Reading Group:


Kimberly February 1, 2008 at 11:49 pm

Oh it’s what I was hoping it was!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

This and “The Replicator” are my favorite. things. ever. from Treehouse Films. Genius. Pure genius!


jhonn79 February 2, 2008 at 7:38 am

Susan – I am saying hello back. I’m glad you enjoyed my about me section. Betsy turned me onto your site recently as well and I love it. You are amazing and I want to thank you especially for the Patry Francis post. I won’t go into detail why it meant a lot to me to read her story because I don’t really feel like crying at 6:30 in the morning on Saturday. Good tears though. Anyway, please do keep in touch! And join! Love and peace – Josh


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 1:17 pm

The Duplicator’s my favorite, but I won’t let him post it because the kids’ names are on it.


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 1:18 pm

Aww, thanks for watching it, MAS!


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 1:19 pm

Your blog is perfect. xoxo


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 1:19 pm

Miss you, Gail.


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 1:20 pm

Hi Josh. So great to have you here!


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 1:25 pm

Since there is so much discussion about translators and literary geeks, it made me think of Enrico Casarosa (one of the very few to be interviewed by LitPark TWICE). He may look like a cool animator, but he’s all geek, and I am often jealous when he blogs about reading Italo Calvino and others without the aid of translators. Anyway, I posted a while back that Enrico’s Ratatouille was nominated for an Oscar, and there’s a great debate going on between supporters of Rat vs. supporters of Persepolis. Check it out:


Aurelio February 2, 2008 at 2:45 pm

Hah! That’s hilarious. I love the curtain call. I think pixilation is my favorite form of animation. Mr. H rocks!


Kimberly February 2, 2008 at 2:46 pm

right. Duplicator. (oops) Makes me feel special that I’m one of the privileged few… 🙂


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 4:24 pm

I’m glad you like you liked it. My favorite part is the Bryan Adams soundtrack at the end. You know how you watch a movie, and then when it’s over, for no reason at all and it doesn’t match the tone of the movie, you’ll hear Bryan Adams while the credits roll?


SusanHenderson February 2, 2008 at 4:25 pm

My kids are on their new favorite website. Fun, fun, fun, eh?!


EllenMeister February 2, 2008 at 5:15 pm

I’m weeping and weeping from these entries.


Gail Siegel February 3, 2008 at 4:32 pm

And me — you. xx


SusanHenderson February 3, 2008 at 10:11 pm
robinslick February 4, 2008 at 3:18 pm

That was one of the best super bowls ever, even if the Steelers/Eagles were not involved.

Anyway, those You Tubes of the kids are fantastic. Kenny, too.

As were all of the posts you have here – I admit to seeing most of them already as I went blog hopping all day in between watching Patry’s Amazon numbers, and then…bleh…the flu. Here’s my advice to all of you: When the doctor asks if you want a flu shot, say no. Unless, of course, you want the flu.



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