Publications

Fiction
"It's Not About the Dog"
available online at www.guernicamag.com
"Apocalypse Tonight"
in "L.A. Under the Influence," edited by Rob Roberge. 20 L.A. Writers, their influences and their work.
THE TRUTH ABOUT ANNIE D. (formerly "The Story of Annie D.")
"Chehak's prose provides a seamless, calm flow to a novel whose elements of love and murder ripple enticingly, fully surfacing only gently, only eventually, in the most satisfying kind of storytelling." -- Booklist
HARMONY
"Haunting . . . Clodine Wheeler is the bemused narrator who strings together brilliant beads of descriptive phrases as she sorts through her memories . . . Chehak skillfully depicts small-town meanness and ironic generosity . . . . Her mesmerizing tale has classic resonances." – Publishers Weekly
DANCING ON GLASS
"A dark tale of obsession among the posh ranks of a midwestern town... Chehak's poetic style exposes the passionate longings beneath the mannered sterling-and-crystal patina of Cedar Hill life; she renders both violence and love with an unflinching eye and casts a mournful spell." -- Vogue
SMITHEREENS
"Chehak is a very accomplished storyteller, always in control of her narrative, which moves ahead with grace and speed. But it's not only the plot that matters to this writer. It's the telling little details, particularly of teenage angst and of domestic life that makes the novel rich... SMITHEREENS is a novel fully worthy of the title thriller. It's hard to put down. It has a kind of dark allure." - The Los Angeles Times
RAMPAGE
“In Susan Taylor Chehak’s skilled hands, Iowa becomes the seething, steamy setting for a tale of pure evil… This is a marvelous, creepy story.” -- The Kansas City Star
Nonfiction

how fiction saved the world

With my back to the world

August 29, 2009

Agnes Martin: "I paint with my back to the world."



Empty mind.... yes. No ideas... what would that be like?

For the last few weeks I've been considering the possibility of giving up reading all books for a year. Yup, no books. None. A year. I am dreaming of what might be changed for me in doing something so drastic. I wrote my first piece of fiction when I was 9 years old, in response to the books I was reading then, by a guy named Edward Eager. My grandfather actually "published" the story, by running it off on a mimeograph machine at his office and distributing it to... I don't know who. This is when I first figured out that maybe I could be a writer, like Edward Eager. Since then, as you everyone who knows me knows all too well: reading and writing and reading and writing. Half a century later... a good time to try something else maybe?

I would take all the books here in my office -- and there are a LOT of them! -- box them up, and store them in the basement. (Have to clean the basement first...) Then, all that extra space and all that extra time I'd have. And if I wanted to read a book, well I guess I'd just have to write it myself...