A Theory of Expanded Love picked up by US publisher

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Acclaimed Playwright Caitlin Hicks Signs with Light Messages Publishing for Debut Novel

Light Messages Publishing is thrilled to announce that Caitlin Hicks, an acclaimed playwright from Vancouver, Canada, will be publishing her debut novel with the press in May 2015.
Ms. Hicks’ novel A Theory of Expanded Love is a coming-of-age story featuring a feisty yet gullible adolescent, trapped in her enormous, devout Catholic family in 1963.

Surrounded by twelve brothers and sisters, and desperate for attention, Annie creates a hilarious campaign of lies when the pope dies and their family friend, Cardinal Stefanucci, is unexpectedly on the short list to be elected the first American pope. Driven to elevate her family to the holiest of holy rollers in the parish, Annie is tortured by her own dishonesty. But when one of her brothers gets left behind at Disneyland and ‘The Hands’ visit her in her bed, when her sister becomes pregnant “out of wedlock,” Annie discovers her parents will do almost anything to uphold their Catholic reputation. Questioning all she has believed, and torn between her own gut instinct and years of Catholic guilt, Annie takes courageous risks to wrest salvation from the tragic sequence of events set in motion by her parents’ betrayal.

While A Theory of Expanded Love is Ms. Hicks’ first novel, she has published several short stories, including That Rescue Feeling, which was shortlisted for the John Spencer Hill Fiction Award. Monologues from several of her plays were featured in Smith & Kraus’ series ‘Best Women’s Stage Monologues’ (New York).  She also wrote the play, later adapted for the screen, Singing the Bones, which debuted at the Montreal World Film Festival to stellar reviews and screened around the world.

“I’m thrilled to share this quirky family with readers,” said Hicks “It’s wonderful to have a partner to help me get this story into the world.”

Light Messages Publishing is a family-run publishing company that specializes in meaningful books by emerging authors.

“Caitlin’s debut novel A Theory of Expanded Love is a gem of a book, and we couldn’t be prouder to represent it,” said Elizabeth Turnbull, Senior Editor of Light Messages Publishing. A Theory of Expanded Love is in final stages of editing, but earlier drafts have already received tremendous praise from readers.

“In a nutshell: I love the story. The voice is fantastic,” said Erin Niumata, VP and Agent at Folio Lit.

“I love it! I love your character! I love this book!” writer JoAnne Bennison told Ms. Hicks after reading an early draft.

“Hilarious. Terrific story, bravely truthful,” enthused writer/editor Rosa Reid.“Brilliant ending.”

With cross-over appeal to both adults and young adult readers, A Theory of Expanded Love reaches across the divide of generations to tell the humorous and unexpected story of self-discovery and coming of age amidst dishes, diapers, dogma and two-piece bathing suits. Advance Reader Copies of  A Theory of Expanded Love will be available January 2015. Ms. Hicks is available for interviews. To schedule an interview or event with Ms. Hicks, please contact publicist@lightmessages.com.

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Early reviews for A THEORY of EXPANDED LOVE

“Does the reader need to be one of thirteen children of a near-destructively religious family in post WWII America to get lost in the trance of the period reality that Caitlin Hicks conjures in her coming-of-age tour-de-force? The answer is irrelevant to the pleasure and horror of consuming this book (that’s what you will do – consume it, inhale it, ingest it). In the same way that you don’t have to be a Huck Finn (or a Jim) to be immersed in Mark Twain’s recounting of Huck’s “Adventures”,  you don’t have to be penitent Clare for Hicks to make you cry for the injustice of Clare’s fate. Or to be Jude, to share his infantile discoveries, or Madcap, to be swept away by romantic passion, or Mrs. Shea, to bury her doubts over misguided motherhood in order to keep the marital and familial peace.

“Hicks leads you into and guides you through the story by means of the eyes and mind of Annie Shea, a pre-teen torch in a family of torches. Some of the Sheas may disguise themselves as votive candles in their slow moments, but they are all torches when the fuel is poured on. And there is a great deal of fuel, indeed.

“Yet, in the end, it is not Annie’s eyes, or brain or mouth that brings her story over the finish line with grace and power and love . . . it is her heart. Hicks bares Annie’s heart again and again and again and in doing so, the reader’s as well. . . It’s fucking BRILLIANT!”             - Lance Mason, Independent Health Professional

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I love your book The Theory of Expanded Love. I found the juxtaposition of the dysfunction within the family and the church fascinating; more so because despite the dysfunction, the physical and spiritual family were resilient and life affirming. That Annie suffers from the rigidity and chaos of her upbringing and benefits from the love and life training she receives is a conundrum many readers like myself will identify with. Our parents aren’t perfect, sometimes to a criminal fault, but when we come to accept their love, as Annie does, we are equipped to go out in the world and make our own mistakes instead of repeating theirs.

Your language is lively and descriptions engaging enough to make me want to find my way to the Shea’s bathroom to wash my hands regularly! . . . It is difficult to deal with a cast of characters as large as this one, but you do it masterfully. Once I got into the story, I could not put it down. . . The end was brilliant.”        -Sydney Avey, Author

I had to keep reading and hated for it to be over! Your book is wonderful. . . A great story, beautifully written. The Theory of Expanded Love considers all the great themes of life and death, who we are and where we fit or don’t, human greatness and human pettiness, God and religion, abandonment and reclamation, love and hate and in-between, lust and desire and sexual abuse… all from the point of view of 12, nearly thirteen, year old Annie Shea, number 6 in a family of 13! kids.! !

Many of us will remember 1963 as the year Kennedy was assassinated. Few of us will remember or know what it was like living those months before and after that event. What was the society of that time? What was it like to grow up in an enormous, practicing Catholic family with all the rules and rigidity and competition for privilege, social standing, and righteousness? What was it like to risk your eternal soul to stand up for what you believe in … to stand up for love?! ! Annie Shea lets us into that world, lets us live those days in full technicolor, rich and detailed. Annie lets us experience the confusion as real life thoughts and feelings struggle for understanding, as theory is tested against what really happened, as innocence is nearly but never really lost.

What is special and elegant in this story is the humour, honesty, intelligence and wisdom that unfolds and entertains moment by moment.! ! This story is funny. This story is a great read. This story is an eloquent life lesson. The theory of expanded love is proven.                                                                                     -Lynn Chapman, Environmentalist

In a nutshell: I love the story. The voice is fantastic. I thoroughly enjoyed this and had a lot of fun reading it over, three times! As a Catholic who grew up in the 60′s and 70′s this spoke to me on many levels and I laughed right out loud on more than one occasion. It was a joy.”  – Erin Niumanta, Agent & VP @ Folio Lit

The book is awesome.  Totally unpredictable, I literally had NO idea what was going to happen.  I adore Annie.  I tore through it at warp speed because I just had to know. Then I read it again slower so I wouldn’t miss anything. ”    –  Aggie Sanders, avid reader

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“Hilarious . .  too funny. . . “Terrific story with so many twists and turns.”

“Excellent, a huge fall from grace. Very entertaining, lively and bravely truthful. . . A lovely glimpse of childhood faith & the big questions about God.”

“Brilliant ending.” . . .

Rosa Reid, Editor

 

 

 

Hi Caitlin, I have just finished reading Part 1. Terrific work! The prologue is very intense and compelling, draws us in. I found all fourteen chapters told spellbinding stories. Wonderful how you have remembered all the fine details of the times, the magazines and movies what people watched on TV, all such good memories, that so fully round out your stories. In the reading, your characters come alive and we become attached to them , or suffer with them, you bring us right into all the activities in such a real and vivid way. About the faith and religious part: you have handled it with truth, and very fairly and it just slowly moves along to God knows what lies ahead, but so far without an axe to grind or a cause to beat us with. I like the faith part very much. A great read so far.”                    –    Linda Szabados, writer

I love it! I love your character! I love this book!”  Joanne Bennison, writer

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The Theory of Expanded Love

A Theory of Expanded Love is a coming-of-age story featuring a feisty yet gullible adolescent, trapped in her enormous, devout Catholic family in 1963. Surrounded by twelve brothers and sisters, and desperate for attention, Annie creates a hilarious campaign of lies when the pope dies and their family friend, Cardinal Stefanucci, is unexpectedly on the short list to be elected the first American pope. Driven to elevate her family to the holiest of holy rollers in the parish, Annie is tortured by her own dishonesty. But when one of her brothers gets left behind at Disneyland and ‘The Hands’ visit her in her bed, when her sister becomes pregnant ‘out of wedlock’, Annie discovers her parents will do almost anything to uphold their Catholic reputation. Questioning all she has believed, and torn between her own gut instinct and years of Catholic guilt, Annie takes courageous risks to wrest salvation from the tragic sequence of events set in motion by her parents’ betrayal.

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Longer synopsis:

A Theory of Expanded Love is a coming-of-age story featuring an unflinching, gullible skeptic, trapped in an enormous Catholic family in Pasadena in 1963.

Tired of the ramshackle low-status life in her huge family, Annie sees her chance to raise their rank closer to heaven when a family friend is announced to be on the short list to become the first American pope. Number six of thirteen children and frantic for attention in the swarm of her boisterous clan, Annie tells fantastic lies to elevate herself — and her tribe  — to the holiest of holy rollers in her parish.

This is a family that finds parking spaces by praying to Saint Anthony and fights communism by reciting the rosary; a family ruled by a Navy Commander armed with a belt and wielding phrases ‘Rank has its privileges’ and ‘Bombs over Tokyo!’ A family full of quirky characters each with his/her own unique method of survival. The only time the Mother can be alone is in the bathroom, and Annie often sits outside the door, desperate to be noticed.

March on Washington

1963 is the year of the first woman cosmonaut, bomb shelters, desegregation and Martin Luther King’s ‘I have a dream’ speech. With a Catholic president in the White House, every family owns a car and a black and white tv. The Baby Boom is in full swing and women who get pregnant ‘out of wedlock’ are routinely sent away in secret to give up their babies.

In the second half of 1963, Annie begins to observe and question (often hilariously) everything she has been taught. Frequently in trouble for her outspoken challenges to family wisdom and constantly diminished for being ‘dramatic’ Annie struggles to please. But puberty descends, to her embarrassment and shame.  Added to the mystery of her changing body, ‘The Hands’ visit her late at night.

This and the scandal of her sister’s illegitimate pregnancy threaten to kibosh her Catholic family’s stellar reputation in the parish, something Annie’s father will do almost anything to uphold. At a time when sexual abuse isn’t even acknowledged, Annie tries to keep herself awake to catch her night-time tormenter. Her parents refuse to acknowledge the problem, and Annie runs away from home to be with her pregnant sister, Clare, who is in active labor.

When Clare boards a bus instead of admitting herself into the hospital,  Annie realizes her sister’s profound vulnerability and her own inexperience. In spite of her age, she wrests salvation from the tragic sequence of events set in motion by her parents’  betrayal.

In the six months between the pope’s death, the birth of the civil rights movement, the assassination of President Kennedy and New Year’s Eve, Annie’s irrepressible spirit passes into adolescence testing  the military mindset, the logic of Catholicism, — and her own Theory of Expanded  Love.

 

 

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ABOUT PLACE. From Sydney Avey’s blog

Writing California: Pasadena

courtesy www.homeworkshop.com275 Madeline house pic #2

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You have to love Pasadena to appreciate the special burn of sun, brand of smog and desire to be part of something beautiful it offers–and Caitlin Hicks does.  Caitlin set her story, A Theory of Expanded Love, in the Sixties in the Southern California town she lived in during her formative years.

In Caitlin’s words

We attended St. Andrew’s Catholic school with the big red bell tower, right on the edge of a sketchy inner-city section of town. I remember the warm, sometimes smoggy nights, the quality of the early morning light in Southern California. The smell of eucalyptus, the dry, crackly oak leaves that covered the ground in summer.

Family excursions to Santa Monica Beach under brilliant, bright sunlight were always preceded by a long ride in thesunbather back of the VW bus on the sinuous freeways of Pasadena and Santa Monica. The white sand on the beach was so hot you had to run to the water so as not to burn your feet.  The waves crashed into the shore and there was a lot of screaming and squealing with delight as we learned to body surf. Of course the sun was unforgiving: by the end of the day I could feel the tightness in my skin across my back and slept on my stomach to keep from touching my red hot sunburned skin. We called it ‘baking’.

More than anything, the memory of the softness of the air and the warmth resonate with me – we were always outside concocting adventures; playing football on our brownish lawn, or Swamp Fox at the vacant lot during endless, hot smoggy days. There was a place called Camel’s Hump, a hill with caves we climbed up and scampered through. Even the smog had a personality – it filled our lungs after an afternoon of swimming at the Pasadena Athletic Club.

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Caitlin Hicks

Caitlin Hicks

Caitlin’s  coming-of-age story features feisty yet gullible Annie Shea, trapped in her enormous Catholic family  in the six months of 1963 between June and December. It begins on the June day that Pope John the 23rd dies and ends on New Year’s Eve in a warehouse where  Annie  is a volunteer, pasting flowers on USC float for the Rose Parade.

Why 1963? So much happened then, Caitlin says.

“It was the year of the first woman cosmonaut, bomb shelters, the hotline to Russia, the nuclear test ban treaty, and desegregation of schools in the south. A Catholic president was in the White House and every family owned a car and a black and white TV. It was the year that Dr. Martin Luther King rallied hundreds of thousands in Washington, D.C., for his ‘I have a dream’ speech. Barbara Streisand was still a teenager when she made her debut; the Beatles were rocking the UK, zip codes were introduced to U.S.mail, President Kennedy was shot in Dallas and our innocence as a nation ended. Then The Sixties, as we now remember it, really began. ”

Fertile ground for a story

Pasadena provides the  perfect setting for  audacious Annie to see her chance for glory. When the pope dies,  family friend Cardinal Stefanucci is  shortlisted to be elected the first American pope. Annie begins a hilarious campaign of lies-by-association with the Cardinal to elevate her tribe to the holiest of holy rollers in her parish. But when one of her brothers gets left behind at Disneyland, and ‘The Hands’ visit her that night, when her sister becomes pregnant ‘out of wedlock’, Annie discovers her parents will do almost anything to uphold their Catholic reputation. Questioning all she has believed, and torn between her own gut instinct and years of Catholic guilt, Annie takes courageous risks to wrest salvation from the tragic sequence of events set in motion by her parents’ betrayal.

A Theory of Expanded Love  features the balmy weather, spring, and fertility:

            “My dog Lucky went sniffing around the neighborhood as far as the vacant lot to the north and South Pasadena Avenue to the east and Orange Grove Boulevard to the west. These excursions produced litters of his pups, who were born more deeply mutt than he was. We only knew they were his offspring because there was always one who was his spitting image: short and squat, black and white, a bib around the neck and a striped tail that curled up over the rump. Nowadays, people would think to spay or neuter, but in those days, his prancing manliness was considered a gift. My Lucky would return from these excursions trotting proudly, his tongue hanging out, panting in quick puffs, later exhausted and spent as he lay down at the side of the house in the sun and napped the rest of the day.

            School was out for summer.” 

About Caitlin Hicks

A graduate of Loyola Marymount University with a BFA double degree in English (Writing) and French, Caitlin has published short stories, non-fiction, radio, theatre and film. She has worked as a writer for The Los Angeles Times, Mattel Toy Company, NBC and CBS radio. She has toured internationally as a playwright and performer and seen one of her theatre plays  adapted to a feature film called Singing the Bones .

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November 22, 1963 – President Kennedy has been shot

Announcement from the principal’s office

“Something is wrong, something is terribly wrong.”

 Dear Blessed Mother, How did you let this happen? Please pass along the message to Jesus, Have mercy on all of us!

            You couldn’t have suspected it, especially if you based your suspicions on the kind of day it was. A sunny day after the rain, everything crisp and shiny. Even in Pasadena, there were a few trees whose leaves changed to yellow and orange, reminding you that it was fall. Later on, as the sun beat down, the smog stretched its fuzzy dirt across the horizon and made the sky whitish, but right then, it was perfect.

I couldn’t wait for recess. All our 7th grade heads were bent over our shiny beige desktops, penciling in a Geography assignment. Mrs. Parry walked up and down the aisles checking on us like inmates. Static scratched the wall to the right next to the clock. I heard fumbling. Someone cleared her throat.

“This is an announcement from the Principal’s office. We have been informed that President Kennedy has been shot. It is not known if he will live. Please pray for his recovery.”

Mrs. Parry marched to the front and put the pointer on the ledge next to the chalk.             “Continue with the assignment, boys and girls.”  Then she opened the door and let the steel grasshopper leg on the top corner of the door pull it shut.  A murmur rose up from all of us. Who would that be, I wondered, the person who continued with the geography assignment after the announcement that the President has been shot?

At recess, Sister Everista stood on the cracked asphalt near the lunch tables, in her black robes and thick rosary jangling from her leather belt. Her eyes were red from crying. I walked past her, thinking that her face would somehow answer some of my questions. What did she know about the President that made her cry? I’m pretty sure she never met him. I was sorry he died because he was a Catholic, but I wasn’t sorry because he was a Democrat. Sister Everista obviously couldn’t see through Kennedy’s Catholicism to the truth of his political mistakes. I wondered if God considers being a Democrat a sin.  Maybe it’s a big sin, and maybe the President was being punished.

After recess we processed into the cool church, single file, all the grades, from first grade to eighth grade for a mandatory student body noon Mass. We were going to storm heaven with our prayers and we had to get the weather up there going.  All four grades of St. Andrew’s High School joined us. It wasn’t long before Monsignor came to the pulpit and we heard that ‘shot’ had been changed to ‘assassinated’. President Kennedy was really dead, and we were all let out to go home. It was hard to understand. Since he was a Catholic, he would be up in heaven right now, enjoying the big pay-off. But the shock of his death was much more real. Everyone was talking about it. On the radio, in the newspapers, on television, everywhere. Nobody said anything about heaven in the world outside our parish.

I was perplexed and a little bit frightened that in the clutch, not only did our prayers fail, but the doctors couldn’t save him either. The doctors were so smart. They had drugs and they could operate. Their machines could keep you going when you were just lying there not even breathing. Why couldn’t they put him back together again, with stitches and somebody else’s blood flowing through his veins? He was the most famous man in the land. Our country was the luckiest in the world. What happened?

I felt guilty; could it have been my fault? That the president of the United States was lying on his back in a box with a lid on? Madcap was going out at night and sneaking back in at all hours, and sometimes, I had to cover for her. Which meant that I was committing venial sins every time anybody asked where she was.  I always said she was in her room, doing her homework. I didn’t even know where she went. Sometimes she ditched school; she’d duck out of line when the student body filed into the church on special days for noon mass. Aaron Soloman usually picked her up. And sometimes, she didn’t get back until after everyone else had gone to bed. I don’t know how she got away with it, except I was part of it. Sometimes when she came in, waking me up by throwing seed pods at my window, she seemed silly and talkative and sleepy at the same time and her breath smelled like Daddy’s breath just before dinner, after Mother and Daddy had their martinis. I sat in Madcap’s room at times like this, trying to stay awake, while getting information from her about what she had been doing. Just in case. I was afraid for her. If anything happened, how would we ever know where to look?

Wanda told fibs to her parents, too. Like the time we both went to the store to get Abba Zabbas instead of making her bed and arranging her dolls with real glass eyes and fancy costumes on the pillows.

Her mom pounded on the door, ‘Is your room cleaned up?’

‘Spic and Span! Wanda had said, as we chomped down on the chewey taffy, giggling. ‘And no, you can’t come in!’

Wanda thought confession was embarrassing, so she never went, and I felt scared for her soul, just like I did for Madcap. What if Wanda died without getting the chance to wipe the slate clean? But she had a point – the priests could recognize our voices, we were both sure, or maybe they could see us through the screen. We both hated the idea that they had all the nasty details to our personal lives. When you have to tell private sins like, even thoughts to a man, and you’re a girl, well, that’s why they put the confessional in the dark. I myself have to close my eyes and say it. I usually rehearse my sins so I don’t chicken out. I say them in a list, trying to sound very matter-of-fact about it. I hit my sister, I told a small lie, I borrowed a red scarf from my other sister without permission. Then, once it’s done you can muss up your soul a little by saying something that isn’t totally true, and it doesn’t look so bad to God, ‘cause your soul is like the blackboard and confession is the eraser. Actually lately, I relied on this one eraser loophole to be able to carry on with my lies about Father Stefanucci, back when he was going to be Pope.

Lying seems like a necessary thing, an unavoidable consequence of being in the world where there are so many rules. It’s bad enough that God can spy on your every thought. There’s no privacy at all, once you figure in the church and confession, and your parents knowing where you are at every minute.  Other people had to be doing it too, and if everyone else is telling stories, it wasn’t just me – how could President Kennedy’s death be punishment for my sins?

But there was some good news on the horizon –Cardinal Stefanucci was coming to visit on Thanksgiving. We were all given extra chores to tidy up the house before he got there. I had to wipe off the smudgies and boogers on all the doors and walls. It took a few hours, but when the stuff came off, the doors around the handles seemed to glow, and kept looking at them every time I passed, feeling like I had accomplished something.

Because the Cardinal was coming on the Thursday of the Thanksgiving weekend, we would be the first in the parish to see him. But it wasn’t the same; everyone was thinking and talking about The President.

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On Monday, November 25th, televisions glowed out of all the houses on our street. Schools all over the country were closed to observe the state funeral. The branches of the redwood tree reflected through the picture window and it was hard to see the tv screen because there was so much light.

Jacqueline Kennedy walked bravely between her brothers-in-law, Robert and Edward, down the street towards St. Matthew’s Cathedral for the funeral mass. She wore a black hat and I could see the breath in front of her in white clouds under her black veil. I was afraid someone was going to shoot her out in the open like that.

The coffin was draped with the American flag and I imagined the President’s body inside, stiff yet jiggling in the dark under the lid, rolling along behind magnificent white horses, with men in dark uniforms sort of bouncing atop their backs. The hush of the huge crowd staring in silence could almost be heard through the television. On the steps outside the cathedral, Jackie leaned over and whispered something to John-John. And then the little boy saluted. He was only three, a year younger than the twins.

Mother sat watching on the couch in her apron, wearing the usual thick-soled shoes and tensor stockings, sighing. Maybe I was too young to notice the last time, but I can’t remember her ever being this tired. Drums and bagpipes floated their squeaky, sorrowful music all the way out to California from Washington, D. C. The guns went off; soldiers stood at attention in white gloves, the eternal flame was lit and we heard the final lonely notes of a bugle playing “Taps.”  I held my hand over the hard surface of Mother’s tummy to feel the baby kicking and I thought how Jackie is like the Blessed Mother. She is the woman who loves the most important man in our country, but who has to suffer while everybody else watches her.

From “A Theory of Expanded Love” a novel by Caitlin Hicks

Fourteen, The Theory of Expanded Love is a coming-of-age story featuring the quirky, unflinching voice of Annie Shea, baptized Catholic and gullible skeptic, number six in a family of thirteen children in the last six months of 1963.

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Polishing the gem

A Theory of Expanded Love, a hilarious novel about a young girl coming of age whose quirky main character Annie Shea is caught in her enormous Catholic family between belief, reality and the seismic social events of 1963.

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A Theory of Expanded Love is a 1963 coming-of-age story featuring the quirky, adolescent voice of Annie Shea, a gullible skeptic trapped in an enormous military, Catholic family. This lovable, odd-ball character, discoverer of family secrets and desperate for attention in the swarm of her clan, tells fantastic lies to elevate her tribe to the holiest of the holy rollers in her parish. When “The Hands” visit her late at night and her sister becomes pregnant ‘out of wedlock’, Annie courageously wrests salvation from the 
tragic sequence of events set in motion by her parents’ betrayal.

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A Theory of Expanded Love is a coming-of-age story featuring an unflinching, gullible skeptic, trapped in an enormous Catholic family in Pasadena, California, in 1963.

Tired of the ramshackle low-status life in her huge family, Annie sees her chance to raise their rank closer to heaven when a family friend is shortlisted to become the first American pope. Number six of thirteen children and frantic for attention in the swarm of her boisterous clan, Annie tells fantastic lies to elevate herself — and her tribe  — to the holiest of holy rollers in her parish.

This is a family that finds parking spaces by praying to Saint Anthony and fights communism by reciting the rosary; a family ruled by a Navy Commander armed with a belt and wielding phrases ‘Rank has its privileges’ & ‘Bombs over Tokyo!’ A family full of quirky characters each with his/her own unique method of survival.

1963 is the year of bomb shelters, desegregation and Martin Luther King. With a Catholic president in the White House, every family owns a car and a black & white tv. The Baby Boom is in full swing; women  who get pregnant ‘out of wedlock’ are routinely sent away in secret to give up their babies.

This is the year Annie begins to observe and question (often hilariously) everything she has been taught. Frequently diminished for being ‘dramatic’ Annie is punished when she discovers family secrets and abandoned when ‘The Hands’ visit her late at night.  This and the scandal of her sister’s illegitimate pregnancy threaten to kibosh her Catholic family’s stellar reputation, something Annie’s father will do almost anything to uphold. Annie plots to catch her night-time tormenter herself, but her bold confrontations lead to more punishment and she runs away from home to be with her pregnant sister,  Aggie, who is now in active labor at The Mission, and still determined to save her baby from forced adoption.

When Aggie boards a bus instead of admitting herself into the hospital for her labor and birth, (where her baby can be taken from her) Annie realizes her sister’s profound vulnerability and her own inexperience.  In spite of her age, Annie courageously wrests salvation from the tragic sequence of events set in motion by her parents’ betrayal.

Between the pope’s death, the birth of the civil rights movement, the assassination of President Kennedy and New Year’s Eve, Annie grapples  with the bewildering logic of Catholicism, the military mindset, the meaning of loyalty — and her own Theory of Expanded  Love.

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March on Washington, 50 years later

August 28, 1963 Dear Diary, On the television we watched a lot of negroes marching in Washington, D.C., until Daddy turned it off, saying “Propaganda”. Tons of people as far as the eye could see with signs about freedom and a negro named Martin Luther King who was speaking into a microphone sounding all dramatic, his deep voice going up and down in a barrel, like he was telling a scary story at Halloween. Daddy said he was rabble-rousing the negroes. The sun was bleach-hot . . . 

-From Fourteen, A Theory of Expanded Love

 

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This moment, July 15, 2013

A Monday. Summer sun rises above the trees, dapples the burnt grass, begins to pour its heat over the pond. A perceptible silence but if you listen, tinny blinds flap against wood framed windows as a breeze moves gently around. Springy and lightweight, the claw-like curved ends of Hemlock branches,  bob up and down with the cool air’s movement. And now I hear the caw caw of the blackbird. A truck in the distance on the highway. I’m sitting in my office on the second floor, a huge bank of windows behind me with a stunning view of the trees.

Business of the day: A guest checking in this afternoon at 5:30 with her husband and daughter. Then tomorrow we go to Seattle to see Lori and her family. So much will get in the way today. Making beds, planting bulbs. Sending out Fourteen, my novel.

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I really am a writer

My husband had this blown up and framed, so I wouldn’t forget. Today the agent got back to me and requested a full manuscript.

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Sometimes, life looks so rosy

New York Editor’s first comments upon reading my novel three times!

“In a nutshell: I love the story. The voice is fantastic, you definitely have the ‘gift’. This is not something that can be taught or learned, no matter how hard someone tries. That is so rare. I thoroughly enjoyed this and had a lot of fun reading it over, three times! As a Catholic who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s this spoke to me on many levels and I laughed right out loud on more than on occasion. So thank you for picking me to edit. It was a joy.” – Erin Niumata

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