Friday, March 15, 2013

ORLEANS Blog Tour

I'm so happy to welcome Sherri L. Smith! When I first heard about ORLEANS I immediately thought about Katrina and then I opened my advance readers copy and I saw a letter. Most copies come with a press release, but ORLEANS also came with a letter from Sherri about her inspiration. I reached out to her publicist and asked if I could share it as part of her blog tour. There are a number of blog post out there but I hope you stop and read this one today. Please help me welcome Sherri L. Smith.




ORLEANS Author Letter from Sherri L. Smith 11/23/12

   When they tell you an evacuation is mandatory, they don't say that you are on your own. The assumption is you have a car, money, fuel and somewhere to go. You are able-bodied and the roads are clear, the airports open. But the fact is, the airports closed the day before. You live alone. You are diabetic and nearly seventy years old. The highways are packed and you are faced with a choice: weather a Category 3 hurricane in a your old truck in a traffic jam, or in the house you grew up in, the one on high ground that has withstood hurricanes for close to one hundred years. That was the decision my mother made when we spoke on the evening before Katrina made landfall. As the day continued, New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin announced "they" would be going door-to-door to help the elderly and infirm. I convinced my mother to go with them when they came knocking. She packed her bags and waited by the door.

   No one ever came.

   When Katrina hit, a wooden beam punched through the roof of my mother's house and sent her running into the living room. Moments later, her bedroom ceiling came crashing down on top of her bed. It was more damage than the house had ever experienced, but she was okay. It was just another storm. We called her insurance company that morning. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered. And then the levees broke.

   My mother tried to leave New Orleans. Her truck was swamped by flood waters and she had to be rescued by a passing swamp boat. The next day, she walked a mile and half to the nearest drugstore in the hopes of finding more insulin and drinking water. The stores were closed but the looters were open for business, having done what the city, what FEMA, and what the Red Cross had failed to do. They had torn open the front of a Walgreens and set up an aid station. There were no meds available, but looters gave my mother enough drinking water to last the week.

   She was trapped in the city of her birth for four days while I scoured the internet looking for ways to rescue her. Terrified police officers were shooting people on bridges out of town. Gangs were patrolling their neighborhoods, protecting their turf when the law would not. Entering New Orleans seemed a fool's errand. Then, on the fifth day, with one dose of insulin left in her cooler, I made a desperate call to the Coast Guard. An hour later, my mother was picked up in an ambulance and driven to the airport. She was loaded onto a plane with a hundred other evacuees and flown to points unknown. At a Red Cross shelter, they gave her a debit card for $300. She flagged down a cab and returned to the airport. She had to ask the driver what city they were in: Charlotte, North Carolina.

   It took the rest of the day for her to reach me in Los Angeles. A week later, she was in the hospital with an infection caught from the flood waters, a fever that left her delirious and near death for a day and a night. But she survived that too.

   At some point during this time, I was driving home from work when I heard a voice in my head, the voice of another survivor. A girl who said, "O-Neg Davis, he beautiful." This was Fen. She was from New Orleans, but the city was no longer new. And bad things had happened—storms, violence, fever. There were no neighborhoods, only tribes, and they were segregated, not by race or poverty, but by blood. I dictated her words into my voicemail and Orleans was born.

   It was months before my mother and I were allowed back into the city. The Army Corp of Engineers had been through by then, covering wind-torn roofs with the ubiquitous blue tarps. But not my mother's house. Afraid of "damaging the roof," they left it uncovered and the house mildewed from the inside out. My mother passed away in New Orleans a week after the second anniversary of Katrina. She had just finished remodeling her home. As I tell people time and again, as they are now learning on the East Coast in the wake of Sandy, sometimes the aftermath is as deadly as the storm.

   Orleans is dedicated to my mother, Joan Marie Mack Smith. She was a grandmother, teacher and friend. A fighter, like Fen, and a caregiver, like Lydia. She and her city will live on.

Sherri L. Smith


Sherri L. Smith has written several award-winning novels for young adults. Flygirl (2010) won the California Book Award, was a YALSA Best Book for Young Adults, and has received fourteen State Award nominations. She lives near Los Angeles. For more information, visit her website at http://www.sherrilsmith.com/index.htm or her blog, The Middle Hundred, at http://middlehundred.blogspot.com. She can be found on Twitter @Sherri_L_Smith.






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16 comments:

  1. I had no idea what this book was about -- sounds like a gripping story!

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  2. Thanks for having me, Cari. This was a tough letter to write, like summarizing a life in a haiku, but I'm glad to finally share the story behind the story with a wider audience. Thank you!

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  3. I REALLY want to Orleans! It sounds AWESOME!

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  4. My favorite post-apocalyptic so far is Blood Red Road but would love to read new titles of the genre.

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  5. The more I read about this book the better it sounds! So excited to read it.

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  6. I really want to read this book. It sounds intriguing. :)

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  7. This definitely sounds interesting, and thank you for sharing your mother's story!

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  8. I can't wait to read this one!!
    Thanks for the chance to win!

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  9. Looks like a great book! I can't wait to read it!

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  10. Thanks for the giveaway, I have had it on my to-read list since I first heard of it.

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  11. Sounds intense! Can't wait to read it.

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  12. This sounds like such a fabulous book, and much better than most of the dystopias out now :D

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  13. This sounds like a book I'd read in no time!

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  14. This sounds so interesting. I just visited New Orleans over Spring Break! It has such an interesting culture and history.

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