Michael Pietsch, who edited “White Oleander” for Little, Brown, had to adjust his time frame once again. It had been adapted as a movie starring Renee Zellweger and Michelle Pfeiffer. But “White Oleander” was a blockbuster, one of the bestselling new works of literary fiction that year. For a mid-list author with few expectations for big sales figures, that might not have mattered. It was an abortion.”įitch was then forced to tearfully admit to her editors that, after having twice written the 300-page book using two different narrators, she still didn’t have anything that she was proud of. My editor would call and I’d say ‘It’s fine, going great,’ and I couldn’t bring myself to admit it wasn’t happening.

“When you have success, people think you know what you’re doing, and you start to agree with them, you think you can conquer the world,” she said. Somewhere in her house is a box filled with hundreds of pages of a weighty historical novel that, in a fit of decisiveness following months of dread, she decided to abandon in the middle of a photo shoot for that book’s jacket cover. author, whose living room is lined with vintage records by Roxy Music and David Bowie and pencil sketches by her 16-year-old daughter, Allison.īut Fitch didn’t plan it that way. It would seem a natural second novel for the third-generation L.A. “Paint It Black,” which hits bookstores this week, follows two similarly unraveling characters haunted by memories of a loved one who went under in grisly, violent fashion. “But you can hear that she’s about to go under.” “She wants to believe in what she’s singing so badly,” said Fitch, sitting in the living room of her tastefully cluttered home in the Silver Lake hills. But the saddest song of them all, she said, was Janis Joplin’s take on Gershwin’s “Summertime.” It was a mix tape of what she called “the saddest songs in the world,” full of morose folk musings by Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell. WHILE Janet Fitch worked on the follow-up to her multimillion-selling debut novel and Oprah’s Book Club pick “White Oleander,” she listened to a particular cassette over and over again.

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