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My guest is multicultural author Zvezdana Rashkovich. She lived for many years in Portland, Oregon but her roots are Croatian/Serbian. Zvesdana's led a nomadic life both as a child and as an adult. She and her husband are currently posted in Dubai.
Zvezdana speaks of her road to publication. It's a fascinating story. Zvezdana will be checking in but keep in mind the time difference between Dubai and here.
When I was younger I had an inexhaustible faith in all
things. I thought my life would turn out exactly as I planned. Some of it did, but
other imaginings became distant memories of a young girl. On many long idle
days I would daydream by the banks of the Blue Nile…surrounded by the soothing
hum of the river, the swish of cornstalks my stepfather had planted and by the
tender warmth of African sunshine. Before Africa there was the Balkans…the land
of my grandfathers…the comforting bosom of my grandmother.
I cannot remember a time when I didn’t want to write.
Maybe my mother’s dramatic imagination, her quest for answers in distant places
and among unfamiliar cultures led me to believe that it was my idea. When in
fact, it had been hers all along, nourishing my mind, guiding and prodding. Her
own unconcluded dreams somehow transferred…onto her daughter.
In any case I wrote. First little things. This and that.
I wrote in Serbo Croat and when I learned English in a private school in
Tripoli, Libya words poured out easier in that language.
Throughout my teens, I wrote. Still have those
stories…some that surprise me because they were so well researched. But always
stories of girls and women challenged by some unknown location, a place they
had to adapt to…to learn to love. Only later would I realize that these girlish
scribbling were my way of coping with displacement, with isolation and
estrangement from my own homeland after my mother married my Sudanese
stepfather, thus creating an irreversible course in my life.
As time passed I stopped sitting by the Nile and instead
got distracted by other events. Michael Jackson, Madonna, the boys who honked
at us in front of our all- girls’ Catholic school in Khartoum…my disintegrating
family life as my stepfather left my mother, me and my two very young siblings.
On a neglected farm…with little money and much heartache on our part. I wrote enormously long entries in my diary
during that period. I still read them today and blush at some of the absurdity,
worries and made-up scenarios that had frightened me.
I got married and moved to the USA. The city of Portland
in Oregon possessed a charm suited to my character at the time. It wasn’t as
multicultural as my previous life in the Sudan had been. But I was taken by the
city’s literary vibe, by the down to earth residents, the thriving art scene
and the rainy foggy days…subsequently conducive to the activities of reading
and writing.
As I raised four children, attended college, worked as a
legal and medical interpreter in the USA, that old craving still niggled at me.
It flickered on and off like a neon sign at the back of my mind. Write it said in persistent
yellow letters.
When my oldest child left to university, I got a new
computer and desk, and settled them by my bedroom window in Dubai. Then, just
like that, overnight it seemed…it happened. I started writing a novel.
The realization that my lifelong quest was finally taken
seriously, that I was doing that which I previously only dreamt of was
exhilarating but riddled with awkward, tricky obstacles of which I was not
previously aware. To write a ‘first’ full-length novel was not as easy as I had
envisioned. It was an extraordinary but also gut-wrenchingly demanding journey
on which I had embarked equipped with passion only.
Compounded with a busy life…children, husband, and all
the other things that fill our existence…it seemed insurmountable. Many thought
it must be the hormones; the middle age crisis or that I had unreachable
aspirations. Those who knew me well though, never doubted me. Encouraged,
supported, and loved by my mother, children and husband I plodded on. One word
at a time.
My first novel, Dubai Wives, was a labor of visualizing
such a story, planning, and observing. The characters were born out of a lifetime
of immersion in a multicultural, multifaith existence, juxtaposed against the
contradictory attitudes and lifestyles of Dubai.
A product of a nomadic background…a divided sense of
identity…of third culture…I am fascinated, moved by stories of lives changed by
their displacement, their yearning to belong…to adapt.
By those subtle and intricate threads that bind and unite
us wherever we happen to be on this planet.
- Readers:
- How have you dealt with the feeling of displacement? Perhaps moving to a different state or country, as a child, or adult, for a job, adventure, or military service?
- What common ties have you seen regardless of where you live?
DUBAI WIVES
Dubai: Here, many say, anything is possible.
It’s a world of clashes, of contrasts. Incredible wealth and beauty
coexist with unexpected poverty and heart wrenching wickedness.
Spectacular palaces hide within, surrounded by their flawlessly
landscaped gardens, shining domes, and dancing fountains. Possessively tucked
away and watched over by grim security guards behind walls and ornate engraved
iron gates.
These walls are necessary because they guard their occupant’s secrets…
Dubai Wives weaves a complex multicultural tale of unraveling secrets
and diverse, flawed characters. The lives of eight women collide in this
opulent, culturally vibrant city on a journey of sisterhood, friendship, love,
betrayal and the heartbreaking choices of its residents.
We see Jewel, a
beautiful but frustrated wife to her powerful Emirati husband, and Tara, a
devout Muslim with a passionate secret, and Liliana, a tragic dancer in the
seedy clubs of Dubai. A stirring tale encompassing, tradition,
identity, and faith, Dubai Wives takes the reader into the hidden world behind
the walls of lavish mansions and into the back alleys of Dubai, from the hills
of Morocco to the glittering lights of the Burj Al Arab. It paints a portrait
of a world where no one is who they seem to be...and where everything is
possible. EXCERPT
BUY: AMAZON, AMAZON.ca, BARNES and NOBLE, Chapters Indigo, ca
I was born in Croatia to a Croatian mother and Serbian father. My mother married a Sudanese when I was seven and their mutual fascination with travel and adventure led us all on a series of travels and expat posting first to Libya, then Iraq.
Later, we settled in Sudan after an overland trip by ship, car and train across Eastern Europe, Egypt and the Sahara. Here started my introduction and fascination with multiculture and particularly with the Arab world.
Immersed in my stepfather's family, culture, religion and language I was fortunate to attend an International Catholic school for girls, attended by a beautiful vibrant community of multicultural and multi-faith students.
When I was twenty two I married a Sudanese/Egyptian and we moved to the United States in a quest for education, ended up staying for a decade and started our family at the foothills and forests of Mt. Hood in Oregon.
Middle East beckoned us again due to its proximity to our families back in Sudan, Egypt, Croatia and Serbia. We wanted our children to grow up understanding more of who they are and where they come from.
Thus begun our fifteen year stint in the Gulf. First in Qatar, which I love dearly and still call home, and then Dubai, a vibrant city of many possibilites and contradictions.
I am a mom to four gorgeous third culture children, wife, and sister to four amazing multiracial siblings...daughter of an extaordinary woman.
I am an Adult Third Culture Kid, freelance writer, blogger, teacher and Interpreter...I am also the author of a novel 'Dubai Wives' which was a product of my observations and fascination with identity, culture, biracialism and the hidden passions, aspirations and dreams that drive women in particular and people in general.
Currently, I am working on a novel 'Africa in the way I dance' set in 1970's Sudan. The novel, based partly on my life growing up on a farm by the Nile aims to portray the marvelous complexity of that fascinating country and its people as told through the eyes of a thirteen year old European girl.
