Note to Book Clubs
Growing up with a nutty mother twisted me for life. Mom was forever telling low
stories of her small-town days, of crackpots and odd behavior. Her quirky acquaintances populated my world.
Her homespun expressions deeply infiltrated my own.|
Some of her stories found their way into Even Sunflowers Cast Shadows.
Friends ask, how much of the novel is true? I reply, it's all true. It just didn't happen this way. Or as my mom
put it when she read the book, "This is your story, not mine."
Yet I deliberately drew on her family lore to write the novel. It felt important
to me capture my mother's colorful childhood, which had been so much a part of mine as I grew up. Oral history
fades. A novel is forever.
-- Douglas Armstrong