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by Lynda Simmons February 2011 Book Pick |
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| Book Club Picks: Island Girl Discussion Questions |
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- Do you think Ruby is a good mother? What are your thoughts as to how she treats Grace? Liz? Do you think she has a vested interest in doing what is best for her daughters or do you think she acts selfishly at times?
- If you were in Ruby's shoes, would you want to take your own life in order to allow yourself to die with dignity? Do you think that a human being should be allowed the right to that decision under the protection of the law?
- Which character did you find that you could relate to the most? Which character do you think matured and evolved the most by story's end?
- Were you surprised by the ending of Island Girl? What are your thoughts on how the author chose to finish the story?
Exclusive Interview


While I understand exactly what people mean when they talk about Alzheimer's as the Long Goodbye, I also understand that this isn't the case for every patient. So when I decided to write Island Girl with Alzheimer's at the centre, I knew I couldn't simply rely on my own experiences with the illness. In order to get it right, I read books and watched documentaries, spoke to doctors and nurses, visited the Alzheimer's Association and sat down with the people who run the day programs for patients. While all of this was helpful in understanding the clinical nature of the illness, the way it attacks the brain and the pharmaceutical advances being made, my real insights came from talking with families and the patients themselves.
People often ask, "didn't you find it depressing to dig that deeply into such a horrible illness?" and the answer is yes. It was depressing and frightening and even now, if I forget where I've left something or can't think of a word, my stomach instantly tightens and my over-active imagination starts wondering if this is it, if Big Al has landed on my own front porch. But spending time speaking to people with Alzheimer's was also fascinating and enlightening. I learned that a lot is still going on in their minds and that they can express themselves much better by writing down what they want to say than they can in conversation. Less stress and more time to make sure they're saying what they mean makes all the difference. I also learned patience and the importance of human dignity, but the most surprising thing I learned was not to generalize when it comes to this illness.
I understand now that every brain is unique and therefore, so is every case of Alzheimer's. Certainly, memory loss is a constant, but beyond that,
there are no absolutes. Progression depends on where the illness attacks, individual neuron activity, overall health, etc. etc. etc. As I said, there
is no constant, and there is certainly no 'karmic gotcha' about Alzheimer's. It's an illness just as cancer or lupus or multiple sclerosis are illnesses.
Alzheimer's doesn't discriminate, doesn't care who you are or how much money you have, or how good or bad you've been or what you have or haven't
done with your life. I learned that Big Al is an equally opportunity thug and once he gets hold of you, there is no escape. Not yet, anyway. But who
knows what lies ahead?
Island Girl interview with Lynda Simmons


With a fairly short deadline to finish the book, I didn't have the luxury of writing the whole thing in one voice, then writing it again in another. So I decided on the Ruby, Liz, Grace format and started in, switching from one character to another as I went along, all the while making sure that each woman's voice was distinct.
It was important to me that those three voices be clear, and that anyone reading the book would immediately know whose chapter it was, even without taking note of the chapter headings. That is where method acting and writing converged. I would immerse myself completely in being an Alzheimer's patient one day, then quickly shake her off and become an alcoholic the next, and a beautiful woman with the mind of a child the next. Then it was back to Alzheimer's, then alcoholic, and so on and so on.
Writing Island Girl was a little like being in a one-woman show inside my my head, complete with costume changes, makeup and someone hollering "Five minutes to curtain. Five minutes," every time I reached the end of a chapter. The characters became so real for me that one afternoon when I took an hour away from the keyboard to go to a Pilates class, the woman on the reformer across from me stopped half-way through the class and asked if I always travelled with an entourage.
Turned out she was a spiritualist and she was "seeing" the people around me.
"One of them is Rose, or Ruth," she said. "Do those names mean anything to you?"
I shook my head, wondering if I should call it a day at Pilates, when she added, "I see water all around her. You must know someone on a coast or
an island with the name Rose or Ruth - "
"Or Ruby?" I asked.
She snapped her fingers and pointed at me. "Ruby, that's it. Ruby is here. Do you know her?"
Did I know her? Of course I knew her. I just didn't know who this spiritualist was.
The instructor got us back to working on the reformer and after the class I told this stranger that I was a writer and Ruby was a character. She
wasn't surprised. She said this often happened, and went on to assure me that Ruby was pleased with what I was doing and wanted me to finish the
book. Imagine my relief. What could be worse than a main character who doesn't like your book?
Whether the spiritualist really saw something or was just astute enough to pick up on the dark circles under my eyes and my twitchy demeanor (being
in deadline hell is never attractive) it was clear that Ruby was the character I most related to in the story. While I have a deep respect for Liz
and Grace and how difficult it was growing up in their mother's house, I have to admit that as a mother, my heart was, and always will be, with Ruby.
Island Girl interview with Lynda Simmons


My generation has always fought authority, refusing to take the advice of experts, including doctors, on faith. So we read, we surf the net, we drink the pomegranate juice and we do crossword puzzles. And even as we watch our loved ones disappear and pray for a cure before Big Al comes looking for us, we are certain of one thing - we want a choice in our own future. Doctors will tell you that a good many Alzheimer's patients feel this way, but our laws as they are currently written don't permit assisted suicide, so what is a person to do?
This question, this dilemma, haunted me, especially when it came to those patients with early onset Alzheimer's. Those people in their fifties and sometimes their forties, who had been at the height of a career, or discovering the joys of life as an empty nester, or about to hold a first grandchild in their arms, all brought low by this vicious illness.
"He never wanted this," one woman told me, watching her husband shuffle back and forth between the nursing station and the lounge. "He wanted out long ago, but what could I do? I couldn't very well throw him in front of a subway train, could I?"
No, she couldn't. So now this man, proud and handsome judging by the pictures the staff has put in the cubby outside his room, is reduced to diapers and mushy food and a life that would likely have ended a while ago if Big Al had been left alone with him for a few days, but will now be prolonged by pharmaceutical cocktails and a medical system that cranks out graduates whose sole purpose is to keep him alive for as long as possible. Why? Beats me. Beats his wife too, but there it is.
I couldn't help it. I had to explore this issue. I wanted to take a character who is strong and independent and accustomed to being in control, and thrust her headlong into a situation that takes all of that strength and control away. A character who has not made good choices in her life, who has alienated lovers and friends and one of her children while all but smothering the other, and now finds herself needing forgiveness and compassion - something she was never good at herself - from the very people she pushed away.
These are the questions as I see them: Does Alzheimer's grant you instant forgiveness? Moral immunity? An ethical get-out-of-jail free card? And should you have the right to decide your own fate? Or should society decide it for you?
If I were writing non-fiction, I would take a stand and present facts and statistics to back up my point of view and expect you to be swayed by my arguments when you closed the book. But Island Girl is fiction, and the purpose of fiction is not to persuade or win an argument. The purpose of fiction is to explore human nature, to present you with two people who are arguing and both are right.
It's not up to me to judge the characters or their actions, to tell the reader who is right or wrong. It's up to the reader to decide for herself,
and to think about the kinds of laws that will reflect this judgment
Island Girl interview with Lynda Simmons


Unfortunately, Ruby has been a lifelong member of the "weak chick" school of mothering. Her only goal was to make the best life possible for Grace. If that meant home schooling her, choosing a job for her and making sure the willowy blond never had to deal with boys and men, then so be it. There was nothing Ruby wouldn't do to keep her daughter safe.
No matter how many birthdays Grace celebrated, to her mother she was forever the little girl falling behind the class in reading, the one baffled by arithmetic, the one standing alone by the fence in the playground. Ruby saw only the weakness in her youngest child, never the potential, and was convinced, to the point of blindness, that everything she did for Grace was right.
As much as she would hate to hear it, Liz is just like her mother - equally convinced that she's right about Grace, and determined to prove Ruby
wrong. It's just too bad neither of them ever asked Grace what she wanted.
Island Girl interview with Lynda Simmons


With Island Girl, I knew the ending I wanted. But when push came to shove, it was really about the ending Ruby wanted.
Island Girl interview with Lynda Simmons


I had long ago accepted that I was never going to make it in Canadian Literature. My style is too plot driven, too fast paced and unless I was willing to change completely, to tie myself in knots to become something I wasn't, it was never going to be Margaret, Margaret and Lynda. I have always believed that Shakespeare was right when he said, "To thine own self be true." So I tuned out the naysayers, embraced the mainstream writer inside me and turned my attention elsewhere. First to horror- because those were the stories that came first to mind - and then to romance.
How to make the jump? Well, in addition to writing, these days I also teach novel writing classes at Ryerson University in Toronto and Sheridan College in Oakville, and I always tell my students that the elements of fiction, just like the elements of music, are always the same. The elements of music are sharps, flats, notes, key signatures etc. etc. and these never change. B+ is always B+. It's what you do with the elements that determine whether or not your outcome is jazz, or hip hop or a symphony.
The same holds true in fiction. The elements are dialogue, viewpoint, setting, characterization etc. etc. and these things don't change. Again, it's what you do with them that give you a romance, a thriller, or a literary novel. It may be hard to believe, but the elements of horror and romance are not that far apart. So I turned my stalkers into sexy, intelligent white knights instead of sexy, intelligent socio-paths, made my strong and worthy heroes into strong and worthy heroines, and went back to hitting the keys.
I was not a romance reader when I started writing romance novels, and I honestly believe this worked to my advantage because I had no preconceived notions of what a romance novel "should" be. By stroke of luck, Silhouette was launching a new series or romantic comedies called Yours Truly. Because humour had always found its way into my writing - even the horror novels - Yours Truly felt like a good place to start.
I was happily married, but intrigued by the bloom of internet dating sites and advice columns for singles, and that was where the idea for Marrying Well, my first romantic comedy, was born. My heroine, Jeanne Renamo, was a columnist writing about the dating life under the pen name Lady Victoria Boulderbottom. The fictitious Lady Victoria had travelled through time only to surface in a dance club in Chicago where she happily shed her inhibitions along with her corsets, and started her exploration of the modern dating scene. The hero was, of course, the editor of the newspaper where Jeanne worked, and the story started with a simple bet between them that escalated into a full blown challenge, and the dawning of love.
I wrote six romantic comedies in all, and enjoyed every one of them, but I did feel boxed in by the necessity to always focus on the male/female relationship. Often, I was more intrigued by what was going on between the heroine and her mother, or her daughter, or her friends, than I was by what was going on between her and the hero. Honestly, sex can only hold my interest for so long. It was a little like always making dessert the main course, when really, I wanted a steak.
So I took a breath and another leap. Stopped writing romance and started writing mainstream women's fiction. Getting Rid of Rosie was my first step away, but Island Girl is the one that has taken me out of the relative safety of a genre shelf to the vast, dark woods of General Fiction where I have always wanted to be.
I don't kid myself. I know my book can get lost in there with all two copies shelved spine-out among the full facings of Rowlings and Kings and, yes, Atwoods. Ands sometimes I feel like a one man band with a drum in my hands, a harmonica in my mouth and cymbals between my knees. Oh look, it's the Lynda Show. Lynda Who? Beats me. Oh look over there! Here comes the Dan Brown Brass Band! Let's get a spot before it's too late.
I could easily learn to dislike Dan Brown. Where is a good stalker when you need one?
Island Girl interview with Lynda Simmons


Island Girl interview with Lynda Simmons

AUTHOR(S): Lynda Simmons
TYPE OF BOOK: Fiction
NUMBER OF PAGES: 435
YEAR PUBLISHED: 2010
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