21 Jul / Author Interview: Kelli Jo Ford [in Shelf Awareness]
Dreaming the Impossible
Even before Kelli Jo Ford‘s debut, Crooked Hallelujah was released, it garnered accolades: the seventh chapter, “Hybrid Vigor,” won the Paris Review‘s Plimpton Prize in 2019, and Ford’s pre-publication manuscript won the 2019 Everett Southwest Literary Award from the University of Central Oklahoma. Ford is a citizen of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma, and her #OwnVoices novel-in-interlinked-stories offers a narrative featuring multiple generations of a matriarchal Cherokee family. Ford lives in Virginia with her husband, the poet Scott Weaver, and daughter.
Some of the chapters from Crooked Hallelujah were previously published individually. When did you know this would be a novel-in-stories?
I think for a while I was writing stories as they came, one after another. But they were all clearly coming from the same place. The longer I followed that trail, the more I realized I was telling a larger story. I think novel-in-stories became clear fairly early on. It was very important that each story/chapter stands up individually as its own complete movement.
Louise Erdrich’s Love Medicine probably had/has such a profound influence on me that all I really imagined doing was creating this place and these people and telling the story of both. To me, Love Medicine is the perfect work of fiction. That is the book that I kept going back to over and over, in terms of dreaming the impossible.
The matriarchal family in which you were raised is not unlike the multi-generations in your book. How much of your own background is infused into your characters?
I had powerful women figures in my life from the time I was born. The book is fictional, but I took great inspiration from the strength of the women who raised me. And in the ways that we are bound to one another, despite our failures. I was born into a household (not literally! I was born in the Indian Hospital in Tahlequah, Okla.) of four generations of women. My great-grandmother was my rock. My mom was young and brash and strong and determined to give me a better life. My grandmother is a strong woman who is driven and guided and saved by her religion. You can look at that and see my life. But then I also created characters who get to make their own mistakes and find their own love and adventures. It’s a fine line. And a hard one to explain to loved ones! I am still protected by gracious, strong women who only want me to succeed.
Have any of these women read your book?
I have asked my mom to read it almost every step of the way. And that was hard. It’s hard to feel like you think you recognize some aspect of yourself or your life in a book. And perhaps it’s even harder when the book is a work of fiction, so the characters are also, by the nature of making a story work, behaving in ways that obviously feel like NOT you. But my mom is incredibly proud of the work I’ve done. She has, I believe, pre-ordered 15 copies. Now that I’m a mom, I have some sense of the kind of love it takes to be so proud of your kid and to encourage them to follow their dreams, even if those dreams may hurt a little or a lot.
Reney has to leave to claim her individuality and find a sense of peace. What does that say about her place in her Native community?
I think when Justine and Reney first leave the Cherokee Nation, that is an act of survival. Justine sees the life she is making for Reney and understands that something drastic has to happen. I am not sure Reney ever really knows what her place is in the Native community. She is Cherokee and knows she is Cherokee. To her, being Cherokee is being raised in a multi-generational family of strong Cherokee women, being in their protection. Maybe she’s Choctaw, too, in some kind of way. But she doesn’t really know what any of it means, especially as she gets older and is separated from the Cherokee Nation by miles and years. She’s searching for connection.
Might we see Reney again in another book?
I am not sure! I have had visions of what Justine does not long after the book ends, that her mama instinct would kick in if she felt unsure of Reney’s well-being. Of course, if there is ever to be more of Justine’s story, Reney would be there, too.
Religion provides both solace and suppression here. Does your family ever discuss the horrific history of Christianity-fueled abuse, especially in the government-sanctioned schools? Did you grow up with a strong faith? Is that faith a part of your adult life?
In terms of my family of three, with my daughter and husband, yes, we have talked about the role of Christianity in the history of this country and the part it played in genocide. I’m not sure I’ve talked much with the rest of my family. Probably with my mom, but not with family members who are strongly religious. I grew up in and around the Holiness church, like Reney did in the book. I feel like I got to glimpse the religion and see some of the beauty of the great faith. But religion wasn’t forced upon me. I didn’t have to rebel against it to free myself, as Justine did in the book. I don’t claim a faith now. I pull deeply from Christianity because that’s what I know. I pull from the Zen tradition. And I find a lot of what I need in nature. But I don’t have a faith with a capital F.
#OwnVoices activism continues to change the publishing world. Do you ever feel pressure to be a representative of “your people,” of BIPOC literary voices?
No! But mostly because I would make a terrible representative. I’m a citizen of the Cherokee Nation. I am proud of that. I am proud of who I come from. But I live a long ways away from the Cherokee Nation. I didn’t grow up hearing our songs at stomp dances. I wish I did, but I got to grow at the feet of my great-grandmother, sleeping beneath a pew on a pallet, hearing tambourines and Holiness shouting.
I don’t want any of us to carry the weight of being representative of our people. That’s not fair. We should get to tell stories that reflect our experiences, whatever they are. There isn’t only one way to be Native or write a Native story. The literary world seems to be opening up more. I’m excited about a lot of authors right now, people like Erika T. Wurth, Brandon Hobson, David Heska Wanbli Weiden, Andrea L. Rogers, Tiffany Midge, Rebecca Roanhorse, Terese Mailhot, Tommy Orange. Other Native authors continue to do the amazing work they’ve always done: Susan Power, David Treuer, Stephen Graham Jones, Louise Erdrich. It’s a rich, exciting time in Native Lit, and I’m hoping more doors will open for BIPOC writers.
And we can’t disappoint your groupies – what can we next expect?
I have a rough start for a novel about a mother and daughter who get mixed up with a fundamentalist sect in Northeast Oklahoma. I think I’ll always write about mothers and daughters and faith, too. It’s too early to say much, but I’m interested in exploring the intersection of fundamentalist Christianity and white supremacist militias, which in this case happens to take place in the Cherokee Nation.
Thank you for asking about new work. It’s good to think about and makes me want to get back in it!
Readers: Young Adult, Adult