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December 12, 2017 by

A Conversation With Anca L. Szilagyi

daughters of the airTatiana “Pluta” Spektor was a mostly happy, if awkward, young girl—until her sociologist father was disappeared during Argentina’s Dirty War. Sent a world away by her grieving mother to attend boarding school outside New York City, Pluta wrestles alone with the unresolved tragedy and at last runs away: to the streets of Brooklyn in 1980, where she figuratively—and literally—spreads her wings. Told with haunting fabulist imagery by debut novelist Anca L. Szilagyi, this searing tale of love, loss, estrangement, and coming of age, Daughters of the Air, is an unflinching exploration of the personal devastation wrought by political repression. Szilagyi, whose story “The Street of Deported Martyrs,” won Lilith’s 2017 Fiction Contest, talked with fiction editor Yona Zeldis McDonough about what drew her to this brutal period, and, on a lighter note, about her ongoing romance with food.

YZM: Tell us about Argentina’s Dirty War, and how you became interested in it. 

ALS: Argentina’s Dirty War occurred roughly from 1976-1983 (the exact beginning is fuzzy). In this time, a right-wing military dictatorship “disappeared” up to 30,000 people; that is, anyone suspected of dissent was arrested or kidnapped, imprisoned, tortured, murdered. Suspicion of dissent was quite wide-ranging. One could simply be in the wrong profession (writers, journalists, lawyers, professors, students, activists) or in the wrong person’s address book or in the wrong group of people. Jews were disproportionately targeted. 

I first encountered this period via Anne Carson’s novel-in-verse Autobiography of Red. I was troubled by the brief, painful mention of the disappearances and dug into independent research. The more I read, the more the Dirty War resembled the Holocaust. I was trying to understand how such nightmares can recur and the psychology of people turning a blind eye to violent repression. 

YZM: Do you feel the themes of the novel are in any way related to those in the story that won our fiction contest?  

ALS: Yes, absolutely. Daughters of the Air explores the Holocaust obliquely, in another time and place, whereas “Street of the Deported” shows life immediately before and after the Shoah. Both stories are about families torn apart by traumatic moments in history; both follow young female protagonists struggling to break through and survive. 

YZM: Your bio says that you’re Brooklyn bred; what took you to Seattle? 

ALS: After several years of inching through a first draft of Daughters of the Air, I thought an MFA might help me. The University of Washington offered me funding, so my husband and I made the cross-country move. We ended up staying after I graduated. There’s a lot we miss about Brooklyn, but Seattle is a great city for readers and writers, and it’s a bit more affordable than New York. 

YZM: You write for what seems like a wide range of publications—Gastronomica and the Fairy Tale Review are just two of them. Care to comment? 

I’m an omnivorous reader and writer! But I particularly love food and fairy tales. Food ends up in most of my fiction, such as the poppy seed roulade and linden tea in “Street of the Deported.” Daughters of the Air draws on Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Little Mermaid” as well as the myths of Orpheus and Icarus. My story in Gastronomica is actually a fairy tale about a woman who falls in love with Seattle’s Pike Place Market—and marries it.

YZM: What’s a question you wished I’d asked? 

ALS: “Tell me more about your obsession with food.” Why, happily! I am slowly working my way through a series of lyric essays exploring culture and memory through food, such as on ham and my sense of Jewishness and plums and Romania. One of my favorite activities is scouring old and rare cookbooks for narrative gold.

 


  • Pnina Moed Kass

    The wound of the Holocaust will never heal and it seems every generation will feel the pain in a different way, in a different place. Marvelous that this theme won and of course superb writing!