The acclaimed author of The Rug Merchant once again “empowers us to seek the remarkable in what we all too often overlook” (Albuquerque Journal)
As children, Oliver and Mary Finley awaited the arrival of their adopted baby brother-until their father’s death shattered everything. Dear Strangers unfolds twenty-one years later, when attempts at a family reunion take a shocking turn, revealing hidden truths about the southwestern town where all of them came of age. Luminously written, with the taut emotional suspense of Dan Chaon and Kazuo Ishiguro, Meg Mullins weaves multiple perspectives into a masterful portrait of a community and the consequences of destiny and choice, grief and atonement, and the unexpected bonds formed with family and strangers alike.
About Dear Strangers
A lyrical and romantic story of love, fate and family
In the high desert of the American southwest during the summer of 1982, the Finley family is awaiting the arrival of the baby boy they’re due to adopt. Oliver, just seven, is eager for another playmate to join him and his sister in their idyll of swimming pools, climbing trees, and playing tag. But one hot afternoon, Dr. Finley dies suddenly and everything changes. Mrs. Finley, newly widowed, decides she cannot proceed with the adoption alone.
Twenty-one years later, Oliver believes he has finally found the brother his family was meant to adopt. Along the way, he also finds Miranda, an eccentric, charming photographer whose subjects are consenting strangers in their own homes after dark. Oliver and Miranda’s love story collides with catastrophe when their worlds intersect in ways they could never have predicted.
A luminous, moving portrait of grief and atonement, romance and longing, Dear Strangers unearths the possibilities of hope and renewal in the unexpected bonds forged with family and strangers alike.
“This novel is a wonder: compelling, surprising, and peopled by vividly drawn and original characters who remind us that the most powerful stories can be the ones we tell ourselves.” -Ann Packer, author of The Dive from Clausen’s Pier and Songs Without Words
“Dear Strangers is both lively and sober, engaging and thoughtfully provocative . . . [Mullins] empowers us to seek the remarkable in what we all too often overlook.” -Robert Woltman, Albuquerque Journal
This book concerns multiple characters and plotlines that ultimately coalesce into one climax. Did you start with one story when you began writing and discover the others along the way, or were they all in place from the beginning?
I was definitely interested in multiple storylines. I had decided that my goal for the book was simply to be as ambitious as I couldin other words, to find a huge, scary challenge and bind myself to it for three years. Because The Rug Merchant had been really a book with only three characters, the idea of managing not just more characters, but more stories, met the criteria of seeming quite terrifying to me. So I was looking for a plot or a group of characters that would lend itself to multiple storylines. I've said before that this story was literally handed to me on a very sad day when my husband's family was mourning the death of an infant. I was told of an actual tragedy much like Oliver's and his family's experience: the loss of a father and then the decision to forgo a pending adoption. I was struck by this remark: "At the time, the child's loss of their imaginary sibling seemed more devastating than the loss of their father." That statement propelled my imagination in a big way.
There are two losses for the Finley familythe loss of their father and the loss of the adopted siblingand each family member seems to express their grief differently, without ever fully coming to terms with what has happened. Is grief, by definition, an incomplete process?
How can it be anything but? I don't think there's ever a day when you wake up and say, "Oh, that's done." Grief evolves and it also doesn't. I think we can all access the intensity of emotion that we've felt just after losing someone important. But usually, we practice dulling the intensity of that pain and we get very good at it. Oliver, however, is not interested in practicing anything that feels like another loss. He understands the mellowing of his grief to be synonymous with the mellowing of his memories.
You've done a wonderful job evoking the pervasive nature of memory, how it can bleed into the presentin particular, we see this in Oliver's nostalgia for his childhood. What are some of the technical challenges in creating this fluid sense of time in your writing?
Thank you. Actually, I think that a character's memory is a great tool in writing. It does allow for a fluidity of time that you struggle with otherwise. I'm not talking so much about flashbacks, but more the way in which our sensorial memory gives us gifts of time and place. For instance, Oliver's car is nearly identical to the one he remembers his father driving. So, my job is that much easier because it's quite obvious that Oliver will remember things while driving that car that he would be much harder pressed to remember while driving, say, a Prius.
One of the most interesting moments in the book is when Oliver stages a photo of himself as his father. Do you see this, as Miranda does, as an "art project," as an act of emotional desperation, or something else?
Is there a difference between art and emotional desperation? I'm joking, but I think that Miranda's point is that Oliver needs to change his intentionality. He can take his pain that is stalling his life and actually use it to power his life. Just like with grief, you can fixate on the memories of your loved one in order to feel the loss over and over, or you can hold tight to the memories as evidence of your good fortune to have loved so well. I think when we meet Oliver, he doesn't really have any intention in terms of why he's doing what he's doing; he's not fully engaged in the question of why. Miranda pushes him to explore his own motives.
The tension between privacy and outward appearances seems to be a central one in this bookin Miranda's art, but also in Jared's life, in the Scraps' household, and even in the Redondo household. What drew you to this theme?
I think this theme is quite common in literature. Writers seem drawn to the act of writing precisely because it does allow a private voice to be given to all kinds of peoplesome of whom we think we know perfectly well, until we go home with them, and some of whom we cannot possibly imagine knowing, until as the pages go by, we realize that they're more like ourselves that we'd ever thought possible.
The character of Miranda, watching everything from a distance and offering both reassurance and the occasional difficult truth to the people around her, might be seen as a fictional stand-in for the author. Did you think of her this way when writing the book?
I do think of her as the "sane" character, but I'm not claiming anything about my own sanity. Mostly, she's an outsider to the Finley/Scrap family so she can see things more objectively. Her distance, in this instance, allows her greater clarity.
Miranda's artthe idea of watching a stranger who agrees to be watchedis fascinating. What inspired you to write about this type of work?
I saw the work of Shizika Yokomizo, a Japanese-born photographer, in which she photographed strangers through their lit windows and I knew immediately that this was an endeavor that would make sense for Miranda.
In many ways, the story revolves around Jared, but as a character, he's left undeveloped, a kind of mysterious cipher. What was behind this authorial decision? Do you feel as though you know him, or is he mysterious even to you?
To tell you the truth, I struggled a lot in the beginning with whether or not Jared is actually who Oliver believes he is. Then, I realized that it doesn't matter. What matters, obviously, is what Oliver believes. So, I intentionally did not want to reveal a lot about him because I didn't want the reader looking for clues and thinking they knew more than Oliver. Only the reader knows what Oliver knows about Jared.
There's a sense, throughout this book, that our lives are fatedwhether it's a chance meeting between characters or a tragic ending to a difficult life like Jared's. Is that a guiding force for you as a writer? Can it be liberating?
Hmm. I really don't know what I believe about fate. I would imagine that it could be quite liberating to believe wholeheartedly in a force that is in charge of our destinies. For me, though, it also seems shackling. I prefer the idea of free will because I want to believe in the beauty of good choices, the serendipity of perfect timing, and the power of hard work.
As a writer, however, when I sit down to create characters and conflicts I do want there to be a sense that the story is fated. In other words, I want the writing to seem unencumbered by the writer. It should seem that I'm merely channeling the characters and their stories. Like a magician, I'm working really hard to disappear.