Elizabeth McKenzie - Author

Elizabeth McKenzie's work has appeared in the New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, Best American Nonrequired Reading, and the Pushcart Prize anthology. She lives in Santa Cruz, California.

Author photo © Linda Ozaki

Below is a Q&A with this author.

What I’m reading: Turtle Diary by Russell Hoban
What I’m listening to: The Dead Sailor Girls, Neil Finn
What I’m watching: The Americans
Favourite word(s): homunculus + pseudo
Favourite song: And Your Bird Can Sing
Your hero – literary or otherwise: Roger Federer
The book you wish you’d written/The book that everyone should read: The Unconsoled by Kazuo Ishiguro
Writing ritual: lots of coffee, straight backed wooden chair, back to the window, children at school
Best advice ever received: Look for what’s already here.
If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? Fewer heartless jerks.
Think of something beautiful – could we ask you to describe what you see? Hanami, the cherry blossom viewing festivals in Japan.
What’s the most memorable sentence you’ve ever read? One is from the Steegmuller translation of Madame Bovary: “Whereas the truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.”
What would you be doing if you weren’t writing? There have been serious secret yearnings for careers in private investigation, airline pilotry, and donkey ranching.
Who would play your main character in a film adaptation of your book: Honeysuckle Weeks? Ellen Page?
Where best do you write? Your study, your kitchen counter, Starbucks? A small cluttered room at the top of the stairs.