{"id":3857,"date":"2013-05-21T08:59:30","date_gmt":"2013-05-21T12:59:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/?p=3857"},"modified":"2013-05-21T08:59:30","modified_gmt":"2013-05-21T12:59:30","slug":"violence-revisited","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/violence-revisited\/","title":{"rendered":"Violence Revisited"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>By Jeff Hodges M.A.L.S. &#8217;11<\/strong><\/p>\n<h3><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3862\" style=\"margin: 6px;\" alt=\"Karen Osborn '79\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/osborn_175.jpg\" width=\"175\" height=\"229\" \/>In her new novel, <em>Centerville<\/em>, Writer-in-Residence Karen Osborn &#8217;79 draws upon her own childhood trauma to explore how a small town copes with a senseless act.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><i>Bruce Watson knelt down on the floor, listening. The sunlight seemed to gather around him and he felt suddenly warm. \u201cIt sounds like a bomb,\u201d he said, his voice strangely matter-of-fact. He pressed the edge of the paper bag between his thumb and forefinger, gingerly opening it. \u201cIt\u2019s a bomb!\u201d he said, louder.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>How to employ violence in storytelling\u2014and the choice to write about violence in general\u2014became \u201ca very personal journey\u201d for award-winning novelist Karen Osborn \u201979, who returned to Hollins this year as the Louis D. Rubin, Jr. Writer-in-Residence. Her latest work of fiction, <i>Centerville<\/i> (West Virginia Press), begins with a horrific event that alters the lives of a small Midwestern town\u2019s residents in the late 1960s and is based on an incident that occurred during Osborn\u2019s own youth: the bombing of a local drugstore.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI was writing from a place of feeling deeply disturbed about witnessing this explosion and having known people who were killed in it,\u201d she says. \u201cI had written the opening but I wasn\u2019t sure if it was going to become a novel. I just put it away for a year or two.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Osborn was subsequently helping her parents move out of their house and discovered her diary from that year. \u201cI was just a kid so there were all these really short entries. Then there were four or five long pages about the explosion and the fire. At the end there was a list of questions I had about what had happened. I realized I had the same questions as an adult, primary among them being what a lot of us ask after an act of senseless violence: \u2018Why do things like this happen? Who does something like this?\u2019 These are such simple questions and yet in many ways, they led to the writing of the book.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><i>Behind the soda counter, Debra saw the explosion, but her mind didn\u2019t keep pace, so she didn\u2019t know what had happened. What she saw was actually two explosions happening within seconds of each other \u2013 the sudden bright flash of the bomb followed by the burst of flames as the gas line at the back of the store ignited. She stood staring in surprise as her brother and two friends turned into three columns of fire. Inside the flames, she could still trace the outlines of their faces and bodies. This seemed a strange thing, and then she looked down and saw that her own body lay on the floor covered in flames.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-3864\" alt=\"Centerville\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/centerville_175.jpg\" width=\"175\" height=\"271\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/centerville_175.jpg 175w, https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/centerville_175-161x250.jpg 161w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 175px) 100vw, 175px\" \/>Osborn says she chose to employ understatement to describe the violence in <i>Centerville<\/i>. \u201cI was trying hard to write about it realistically and avoid sensationalizing the violence in any way. That kind of read can be exciting, but then it\u2019s easily dismissed. Going into it, I didn\u2019t have any clear memories of the event, but as I started writing, I realized that witnessing that large fire made writing about one more accessible. I didn\u2019t think I would have a lot of those details, but I did.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Before she began writing the book, Osborn had a recurring nightmare in which she was caught in a fiery landscape looking for one of her children. One morning she awoke after having the dream and \u201cit occurred to me that I was that kid. I realized, \u2018Oh yeah, I was in that big fire. Why didn\u2019t I make that connection before?\u2019\u201d Soon after she started writing about the incident, the nightmares stopped. \u201cMaybe fictionalizing the event was therapeutic in that respect, and in a way that\u2019s what dreams do: they call attention to something we\u2019ve disassociated from.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><i>Within seconds, the building swelled with flames. They hissed down the aisles, lapping against the walls and shelves. In the center, the flames burned white. Along the edges they flickered yellow and red. The flames rose higher, ingesting oxygen, feeding on anything in their path. The light spread over them, and in the roar and crashing as the second floor dropped through the ceiling, there was the radiance of that light, like a chorus or the singing of angels.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>One of Osborn\u2019s biggest challenges was getting close enough to the fictional characters to portray authentically their sense of feeling overwhelmed in addition to their grief and fear.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI very much felt a reverence for my characters and for people who had been through something like that,\u201d she explains. \u201cI\u2019m really focused on characterization when I\u2019m writing, and I was trying hard to give a respectful and insightful portrayal of their experience.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><i>Sandi moved toward the curb, but she couldn\u2019t feel her feet. She couldn\u2019t connect the pieces of what she saw. The drugstore was a tower of flames, and there were small fires on the pavement in front of her and behind her. Smoke passed through her like air, and the places that had melted on the pavement glittered with an oily sheen. On the sidewalk where Bert sat, hunched over, others gathered, coughing. She recognized several of them, but in this context none of them felt familiar. A woman shouted, and a man raised his arm, pointing. Bert had stopped screaming. The street filled with fire, flames skimming the surface of the pavement.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>The bomber\u2019s identity is revealed at the beginning of <i>Centerville<\/i>, but Osborn deliberately leaves open the question of why someone would commit such an act. She sees the takeaway for readers as \u201cthe understanding that violence is possible and in our midst, an idea reinforced as the book\u2019s publication date overlapped with violence in small towns throughout the U.S. To acknowledge it and make connections with each other is much more important than a single person deciding that he or she will commit violent acts. Throughout the novel, characters make these connections. That\u2019s the important thing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><b>Jeff Hodges is director of public relations.<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><i>Centerville<\/i><\/b><b> received this year\u2019s gold medal in the popular fiction category from the Independent Publisher Book Awards.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In her new novel, Centerville, Writer-in-Residence Karen Osborn &#8217;79 draws upon her own childhood trauma to explore how a small town copes with a senseless act.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3860,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[47],"class_list":["post-3857","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-featured","tag-spring-2013"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3857","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3857"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3857\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3983,"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3857\/revisions\/3983"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3860"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3857"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3857"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hollins.edu\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3857"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}