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Broken
Angels
by
Russell Heath
Genre:
Mystery
"Heath's
debut novel is gripping from the get-go." -Kirkus
Reviews
"Alaska is almost a character all on its own:
beautiful, unpredictable, violent, and unforgiving. Broken Angels is
a compelling debut by a talented new writer." -Elaine Ford,
winner of the Michigan Literary Award.
"This book was
amazing, just as Burke brings New Orleans to life Heath puts Alaska
into your soul." -Judy Smrdel
"Heath has tapped his
intimate knowledge of Alaska, its people, its coastal communities and
its interior uniqueness and crafted a character-rich, page-turning,
murder mystery." -An Alaskan
She
stares at her mother's clumsy lettering on the envelope. Nine years.
Nine years since she stepped over her mother's drunken body and into
a cold Alaska night running south, leaving her mother forever. How
did she find me? She hesitates, knowing the letter inside will drag
her home; back into the bleakness of a life with no exit. Kris
Gabriel, Alaska Native, and fierce like a wolverine, returns to
Alaska--to find her mother murdered. Guilty she abandoned her in
life, Kris only knows to fight. Relentlessly, she tracks a trail of
pain, of lost love, of lives ripped apart by the frozen north's
unyielding laws, never suspecting that she has far more at stake than
just finding her mother's killer.
Broken
Angels is
a fast-paced Alaskan noir filled with richly drawn characters
struggling to survive in a hostile country where there are no second
chances.
She
reached for her empty mug on the floor and when she turned to hand it
to Barrett, she brushed her breasts against his arm. He made her
another cup, moving silently and with animal-like assurance in the
darkness. When he handed her the mug, she waited until he had seated
himself on the bucket before sliding off her chair and onto her knees
at his side. He turned his head. She blocked it with her chin, sucked
the lobe of his ear between her teeth, and bit hard, exhaling into
his ear, tasting blood. She slid her hand down his belly and under
the waistband of his long underwear. When she touched him, he
shuddered as if he’d been hit.
***
Barrett
came pelting around the corner of the cabin. Kris gunned the snow
machine and shot out of the shed, racing toward him. He was hidden
behind the flashlight. It shone at her like the headlight of a
locomotive. She hurtled towards it, blinded. It was all she could
see. Then it swung back. He was winding up to knock her off the snow
machine. The
gun was in her hand. She pointed it to the side and fired. She
pointed it over his head and fired. She pointed it at him and he dove
into the snow. The snow machine screamed
past him, across the clearing, and down the trail.
In
his teens, Russell Heath hitchhiked to Alaska and lived in a cabin on
the banks of the Tanana River; in his twenties, he lived in Italy and
then traveled overland across the Sahara, through the jungles and
over the savannas of Africa and into southern Asia; in his thirties,
he sailed alone around the world in a 25 foot wooden boat; in his
forties, he wrote novels; and in his fifties he bicycled the spine of
the Rockies from Alaska to Mexico.
He's
worked on the Alaska Pipeline, as an environmental lobbyist in the
Alaska Legislature, and run a storied environmental organization
fighting to protect Alaska's coastal rainforests. Several years ago,
he moved to New York City to dig deep into leadership development and
coaching. He now coaches business and non-profit leaders intent on
making big things happen in the world.
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Heath
Interview: Broken Angels
Please
give us a short introduction to what Broken Angels: A Novel is about
Kris
Gabriel, an Alaska Native, 24, reluctantly returns to Alaska at the
request of a mother she hasn’t seen in nine years. She finds her
murdered; shot in the face by the double-barreled blast of a shotgun.
Driven by anger and guilt and only knowing how to fight—she sets
out to avenge her mother’s death. Relentlessly, she tracks a trail
of pain, of lost love, of lives ripped apart by the frozen north’s
unyielding law of survival, never suspecting that she has far more at
stake than finding her mother’s killer.
What
had you decide to write a novel?
Hubris.
I was kayaking with a friend around Baranof Island in Southeast
Alaska—a 3-week trip. She’d just finished a mystery by an Alaska
author and I asked her if it was any good. She said, yes—so I read
it. It was beyond dreadful. I complained to my friend—
“Yeah,
I know,” she said. “But I didn’t want to influence your
opinion.”
“I
want my opinion influenced. I wasted hours of my life reading this.”
That
night we were weathered in by a blow. I was snugged up in my sleeping
bag still pissed that a book could be so bad. And then I stepped off
the edge. I said to myself that I could do better.
How
did the idea for the novel originate?
That
was a problem. I hadn’t a clue how to start. I so hapless, it was
almost comical. Thousands of books written every year and I didn’t
what to do after picking up a pencil.
Then,
one random day, I remembered a novel that was a scene by scene
rip-off of Shakespeare’s Lear. A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley.
You’d think she’d be hauled off for plagiarism, but no—she’d
won the Pulitzer. I cast about for a play where the author had been
dead long enough he wouldn’t be coming after me for stealing his
stuff.
Since
I was writing a mystery—the play to use was obvious. The first
mystery in western literature was Oedipus Rex by Sophocles.
Fortunately, Sophocles has been dead for 2,500 years and I figured he
wouldn’t much care that I was taking his best work. That was my
start.
Why
murder mystery? What drew you to this genre?
I
have no love for mysteries—generally because they are so contrived:
a bunch of unlikely events strung together to produce an outrageously
improbable outcome that has next to zero psychological plausibility:
she
killed him because of a hang-nail? I
chose a mystery because I was on automatic: the book that kicked it
all off was a mystery, so I was going to write a mystery.
So—is
Broken Angels a bunch of unlikely events strung together to produce
an outrageously improbable outcome that has next to zero
psychological plausibility?
No.
This story is the story that I wanted to read. It’s psychologically
real, the characters are driven by who they are; they make bad
decisions that lead to horrific outcomes—but each step of the way
you get why they are doing what they are doing. The story is rich and
complex and, at times, emotionally challenging for the reader. And it
rips—you will not be able to put this book down.
Tell
us more about Kris Gabriel. What makes her tick?
At
the outset, it looks as if Kris is driven by vengeance to find her
mother’s killer. Maybe, but maybe also by guilt. She’d abandoned
her mother when she was 15 and when she left, her mother’s life
fell apart. Then she’s Alaska Native and she, like her mother, was
cast aside by the white world. She grew up on the streets Fairbanks
with an alcoholic mother, no father, and even now, she is living a
meager existence on the bleak edges of society. She’s crusted by
anger and resentment and all she knows how to do is fight. So that’s
what she does—fight. But then, as she uncovers her past, we see
that what she’s truly searching for is love, for connection, for
her humanity. Because Broken Angels is taken from a Greek tragedy—you
know it’s not going to turn out well.
In
your teens, you hitchhiked to Alaska and lived in a cabin on the
banks of the Tanana River. How has this influenced your writing?
Alaska
is not a normal place; it is not like some random suburb where
stubbing your toe on a busted sidewalk is the highest adventure on
offer. Alaska roughs you up and scours your soul; it lifts you and
rings you like a bell; it punishes you in its endless nights, its
searing cold, and its vastness so threateningly silent you cower in
awe.
Most
novels set in Alaska caricature the state—50 below and your spit
freezing before it hits the snow. Yeah, but what do you think that
does to a person’s psyche? What do you think a landscape so
stunning, so unrelenting, so overwhelming does to a person? In Broken
Angels, Alaska it isn’t a setting, it’s is an enveloping presence
that stalks each character—and no one escapes.
What
have been readers’ reactions to Broken Angels?
Alaskans
get the story and the Alaska portrayed in it. Some non-Alaskans are
annoyed by Alaska’s presence, as if it were an unnecessary
character. Kind of like Woody Allen in his later movies: what’s he
doing there?
People
who love the way mysteries tie everything into a tight tidy
bundle—order is brought to the universe—are often frustrated by
the ending. Those who revel in the psychological and the emotional
are moved by the ending.
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