How one author brings life to millions who have lost it

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Posted by on Tuesday, February 12, 2013 The Sputnik.

How one author brings life to millions who have lost it

“Some people call me the Genocide Queen.”

Marsha Skrypuch earned this title through writing books. As a Ukrainian born in Brantford, she has penned over 10 titles about a myriad of problems throughout time, including wars, immigration, famine, and yes, genocide.

“I like to give voice to people who have not been able to have a voice,” said the 58-year-old author.

Skrypuch’s goal is to normalize a variety of people’s experiences from around the world. When she could not find a body of fiction about Armenian experiences and hardships at the library, she decided to begin her research and recount those events herself. She wanted to know who spoke for the millions of people who had died in the Armenian Genocide from 1915-18 through deportations and massacres. She realized that many survivors of the genocide had lost their identities, and she felt obligated to tell their stories.

With her Master’s Degree in Library Science, Skrypuch considers herself to be a detective. She found the diary of a girl who survived the genocide from a library in California, where there was only one copy available. She needed it. After ordering it through an interlibrary loan, Skrypuch was allowed to have it for 48 hours to transcribe as much as she could. Multiply that experience by 50, she said, and she has enough information for a single novel.

However, research became easier as time went on and word spread about her works.

“Just by the fact of writing the first book in an authoritative and respectful way … all of a sudden I was brought into the Armenian community and trusted with these things that they didn’t want to show other people, because they were afraid of how they would be used,” she said.

Skrypuch said approximately 85 per cent of Armenians living in Turkey at the time of the genocide were killed, and the remaining 15 per cent were saved by Muslims. Because of this, it was clearly difficult for an Armenian to write on the topic due to their intolerance for the Turks.

“You have to look within the community and see the shining lights who were able to transcend the politics and hate of the time and risk their lives to help their fellow human beings,” she said.

Dr. Dave Jenkinson is a retired professor at the University of Manitoba, and he taught children’s and adolescent’s literature courses for over three decades. He has been the editor of CM: Canadian Review of Materials, an online book review journal, for 15 years.

During his years as a professor, Jenkinson used Skrypuch’s novels in his classes as “examples of excellence in the [historical fiction] genre.”

“All truly good books have to speak to a wide audience, and Marsha’s novels do that because, at their core, they address fundamental human concerns that transcend both time and place,” said Jenkinson.

Many of Skrypuch’s works are marketed to schoolchildren and young adults, despite dealing with ghastly and grotesque recollections of past horrors. She said that readers are more likely to identify with the victim of her fiction when marketed to children or young adults, because in most cases, “the victim is the dessert” for adult-targeted fiction. For Skrypuch, “children’s lit is written to change the world.”

However, after Enough’s release in 2000, Skrypuch’s own life was at stake.

The story, written about a young girl and her father saving a Ukrainian village from famine by tricking the sadistic leader, resulted in death threats and hate mail so callous that Skrypuch started bringing police protection to her book launches. She had to cancel her son’s birthday party, and the police had to accompany him to recess when he was in kindergarten. Slurs such as “neo-Nazi” were hurled at Skrypuch for speaking out about Holodomor, the Soviet Union’s man-made famine that killed almost 10 million Ukrainians from 1932-33.

After the release of Hopes War in 2001, another story based on World War II Ukraine, the hate mail started again.

“It was a really dark time for me, and I didn’t know if I would continue to write,” she said.

Skrypuch’s self-proclaimed breakout book, Nobodys Child, rekindled her passion for writing after it was released in 2003. It focused on an Armenian girl rescued by her friend before she suffered a horrific fate in the Armenian Genocide. Skrypuch moved from doing eight school visits a year to over 160 a year to promote her book. Nobodys Child was shortlisted for awards both nationally and internationally the following year.

It was not until many years later that a Ukrainian book was treated with the same respect.

Viktor Yushchenko, former President of Ukraine, awarded Skrypuch with the Order of Princess Olha for Enough in 2008, celebrating the first commercial piece of fiction written about Holodomor in the English speaking world. The award, a Ukrainian civil decoration, is given to citizens for “outstanding achievements in development of economy, science, culture, social sphere, defense of Motherland, protection of man’s constitutional rights and freedoms, state building and public activity, [and] for other services before Ukraine.”

“Marsha’s fiction and nonfiction puts a human face on past events which could easily become just forgotten footnotes in history,” said Jenkinson, “Because Canada has, fortunately, never experienced war firsthand on our soil, we need to be made aware of the horrendous impact that armed conflict, whether it be within a single country or between countries, can have on ordinary people.”

Skrypuch’s sharpened research skills, and knack for keeping an audience allows the stories of historical horrors to reach around the globe, though she sees her own work on a much simpler scale.

“I will never dwell on the despicable nature of some people,” she said, “I like to highlight the heroism.”

Layla Bozich

Thanks, Andrea Mack, for the lovely Bombs review!

 

That’s Another Story blog here.

I couldn’t put this book down! Whenever I read about life in a work or concentration camp, I am shocked and saddened that people could ever treat other people in such a cruel and inhumane way. At times, this book made me feel very emotional. I was rooting for the main character, Lida, and her friends to survive. The author did a great job of creating a character that I cared about. I liked the way her research blended seamlessly into the story to create a compelling read. Now I want to read her other book about Lida’s sister, called Stolen Child.

As a writer, I would study this novel to see how every detail was portrayed through the main character’s perspective. There is nothing unnecessary to the story here.

 

I heart OLA!

Where can a Canadian children’s author feel like a rock star? At the Superconference, and at Forest of Reading events — both organized by the OLA!

What a wonderful time I had last week, meeting up with fellow writers, teacher-librarians and librarians. I am especially in awe of the myriad of volunteers who run the Forest of Reading festivities.

Here’s a photo of me with the wonderful Gianna Dassios, who co-chairs the Forest of Reading with Helen Kubiw. We ran into each other at the Second Cup and she bought me a heart.

At the OLA Superconference with Gianna Dassios.

Open Book interview with Marsha Skrypuch

onestepMarsha Forchuk Skrypuch is the award-winning author of historical fiction, nonfiction and picture books for children and young adults. Pajama Press has just released her new book, One Step at a Time: A Vietnamese Child Finds Her Way, which continues the true story of Tuyet, Continue reading “Open Book interview with Marsha Skrypuch”

Lacomb and Red Deer

 

The waitress at the hotel restaurant this morning looked like she was manning the place solo. It took her about 15 minutes just to seat me, yet the place wasn’t busy. I guess even five people make it busy though, if you’re the one at cash, waiting on the tables, and cooking. I ordered as soon as I sat down, but waited another 20 minutes to get served, so had to eat quickly, then waited at the cash register for awhile for her to get to me. I got out of the restaurant at 8:05. Thank goodness everything was packed. I thought I was getting picked up at 8:30 but as soon as I got into the room, the phone rang. My ride was already there, so I dashed out.

The first session this morning was at Ecole Lacomb with grade 6s – about 140 of them in the gym. There is a two hour break between my first and second readings of the day and I was looking forward to ploughing through some of the emails I’ve received since being on the road but the school has so many filters that it wasn’t possible. I’m hoping to do that later on after the library visit at the end of the day. Writing detailed messages with my thumbs on a blackberry is less than ideal.

The kids this morning were great. I was glad that I had my chattervox because the acoustics in a gym are always less than ideal. They had a microphone set up in case I needed it, but the chattervox blasted quite nicely. There is an Olympic wrestler talking to the kids right now and she is borrowing my chattervox. I hope she doesn’t mess with it too much. It’s mine! <s>

Later…

She did mess with my chattervox. The headset was all stretched apart and the fanny pack was put at a different setting. I couldn’t get it set right for the rest of the day and even into the next day it wasn’t working well until the afternoon. Never again will I loan it out.

The two afternoon sessions at Ecole Lacomb were lovely. Great kids. Also, there were three Korean girls who were quite enthralled with the Korean edition of Silver Threads.

 

After the sessions, I was driven to Mary C Moore Public Library a few blocks away. This was a beautiful new facility and Christina Petrisor is such an enthusiastic librarian that it was inspiring. She told me that she had no idea how many people would come out for the event. About 21 people came, a mixture of kids and adults. I did a storytelling of Enough with the children sitting down in the pit and then did a question and answer session for the general audience. Alot of good questions. It was such an attentive crowd that when the session ended at 5, everyone (including kids) were still sitting and waiting for more. The last person didn’t leave until 15 minutes after.

Christina and her husband drove me to Red Deer to take me for supper – at It’s All Greek to Me. We got lost numerous times and I had to admire the patience of Christina’s husband. After a great dinner, the couple drove me to Olds in a snow storm. The Best Western at Olds was great. Good pillows, a TV that worked, free internet, main storey room, and a great pool – though I didn’t get a chance to use it.

As I walked into the room, my phone was ringing, It was Mary, my second driver of the next day, wanting me to give a message to the first driver of the day.

 

Joan Galat, rescuer and great writer

 

The driver was kind enough to detour for a coffee first thing this morning. A GOOD cup of coffee. That and a pack of raisins from my purse made breakfast. As we headed out of Jasper we could see elk relaxing at the side of the road. It was still dark so I didn’t take photos.

 

When we went through Jasper National Park it was still dark, so couldn’t see the mountains as we left. The early morning is a dangerous time for moose and deer on the road, but we didn’t see any. Did see one coyote make a dash for it.

The halfway point of the trip is a stop in Edson at the Tim Horton’s there. Employees are scarce all over Alberta and Edson is no different. When we drove in on the Friday night, it took 20 minutes to get a cup of tea because the workers are all about 12 years old. We were lucky this morning. No lineup. The 12 year old was speedy.

Beautiful clear cold dry day. Unlike the trip in, no fog or snow or dust storm.

Joan Galat had told me a week ago when she saw that I was going to be staying at the Nisku Inn that she had to “rescue me”. We made plans to meet for an early dinner or late lunch. When I got to the Inn, I at first thought she was nuts. The Inn looks great. Pool, exercise room, restaurants. I looked forward to having a swim, as yesterday I didn’t have time. Except the pool was closed. No problem. I’ll go to the gym. With this torn meniscus I like to do some exercise every day or every other day but I have to be careful what I do. An elliptical trainer is perfect, as is swimming. Well, in the gym, there was a treadmill (no good for knee) a bike (ditto) an elliptical trainer (yes!) except it was broken. So much for the gym. I had about two hours to wait until Joan rescued me so I checked email and played wordscraper in the internet room. Didn’t pay for it but found out today when I wanted to go back that only airline employees get it free. Joan finally rescued me and we went out for lunch/dinner. What a delightful woman Joan is. Beautiful books. She writes about science and astronomy and all sorts of things that I could never write about. Our lunch started at about 2 and by 5:30 the waitress was giving us dirty looks. We continued our conversation in the car. Joan and I discovered that we are sisters in suffering. She is the only person I’ve ever found who cannot eat raw broccoli just like me. She has the same bizarrely violent reaction to it.

I went to bed really early because I was being picked up first thing in the morning.