When Jesse’s family moves to Roanoke, Virginia, in the summer of 1972, she’s twelve years old and already mindful of the schism between innocence and femininity, the gap between childhood and the world of adults. Her father, a former pastor, cycles through spiritual disciplines as quickly as he cycles through jobs. Her mother is chronically dissatisfied, glumly fetishizing the Kennedys and anyone else who symbolizes status and wealth. The residents of the Bent Tree housing development may not seem like beacons of the secret knowledge that Jesse is looking for, but they’re all she’s got. Her neighbor tans on the front lawn and tells tales of her married lover; her classmate playacts being a Bunny at Hugh Hefner’s Playboy Club; the boy she’s interested in fantasizes about moving to Hollywood and befriending David Soul.
In the midst of her half-understanding, Jesse finds space to set up her room with her secret treasures: a Venus Flytrap, her Cher 45s, and The Big Book of Burial Rites. But outside await new sexual mores, muddled social customs, and confused spirituality. It’s a terrifying time—in the shadow of Manson and the hangover from the idealistic sixties—when alienation overtakes liberation. Girlhood has never been more fraught than in Jesse’s telling, its expectations threatening to turn at any point into delicious risk, or real danger. Darcey Steinke captures all of this with an intimate, startling grace.
Praise for Sister Golden Hair
“Steinke’s narrator, Jesse, is both unforgettably unique and a quintessential adolescent girl . . . Jesse’s naive admiration . . . and her chameleonlike reaction to whomever she attaches herself to create a painfully true account of a tough phase of life made more so by the disillusions of the time. But as Jesse observes these characters’ hopelessness, she herself becomes more defined—perhaps more the guitarist than the girl in the song.”
"Sister Golden Hair, with its story of a former minister's daughter finding herself in the suburban South of 40 years ago, feels like an American coming-of-age classic, a '70s period piece that should have already been written but actually hasn't — not with a sensitivity, candor and energy that is all Steinke."
—Los Angeles Times
"Sister Golden Hair [...] captivates in its strange mixture of the mundane and the fantastical, the pop-cultural and the metaphysical, and it’s very much in the mode of Steinke’s earlier, memorable novel Jesus Saves..."
"Here's a novel that gathers stunning momentum with every tiny perfect detail, and tracks the feelings of a girl and the mood of a country with the surest touch. With Sister Golden Hair, Darcey Steinke proves yet again that she is one of our most stylish and intense novelists."
—Sam Lipsyte, author of The Fun Parts
“[Sister Golden Hair] absolutely dazzled me . . . a searingly accurate portrait of a time and a way of thinking—a moment in American history when gleeful abandon had decayed into regular old abandon, and when new cultural freedoms suddenly seemed more dangerous than intoxicating.”
—Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love and The Signature of All Things
"Sister Golden Hair is an indelible portrait of a place and time; an argument for adolescent girlhood as a fulcrum for the human predicament; and sentence by sentence, a brilliant piece of writing suffused with all Steinke's characteristic wit, darkness, and profundity. As always, Steinke shifts the terms: it isn't our capacity to be saved or go down in flames that's most at stake, but our willingess to hold the dangerous, bleak, exciting, full mess of life up to the light, to behold and bear its mottled grace. Steinke has become a master at this fearless beholding, and I trust her deeply, will go wherever she wants to take me."
—Maggie Nelson, author of Bluets
"A daring and arrestingly beautiful novel about what it’s like to walk through the world, wide awake, taking in radiant and terrifying messages about everything around you."
—Jenny Offill, author of Dept. of Speculation
Praise for Darcey Steinke
“I became riveted by Steinke's tone, a steady, lovely, hallowed, patient, things-in-themselves hum…[Easter Everywhere is] a delicately wrought little volume…This is a beautiful book.” —New York Times Book Review
“If the novel had an essence (eau de roman), a pithy core, Darcey Steinke would be its genius.” —Los Angeles Times
"Steinke writes some beautifully mystical descriptions of sexual encounters, and the conjunction of sex and the spirit, bodies and souls, is fascinating." —Washington Post
"Steinke's idiosyncratic, unsentimental fourth novel continues her examination of sexual and religious obsession...all the characters struggle to establish a relationship with God through contact with those around them, but Steinke's prose repeatedly hints at the divine in tangible things."--the New Yorker
"Erotic . . . beautifully crafted prose."—Time magazine
"Few authors understand America's darkest fears and obsessions like Darcey Steinke."—the Village Voice
Easter Everywhere is an excellent account of a writer going head-to-head with the divine and finding some inner quiet—even in the darkest corners of her imagination.” —Time Out New York
“Darcey Steinke certainly knows her way around characters and plot...it’s a joy to see her inner life finally exposed.” —San Francisco Chronicle
“Steinke unflinchingly recounts years of disillusionment in her stumble back toward faith.” —Entertainment Weekly
“She drew this atheist reader deep into her devotional tale, seducing with prose that is rich and filling, with images that are startling and deep.” —Los Angeles Times Book Review
A conversation with Darcey Steinke and Elizabeth Gilbert
Elizabeth Gilbert: This is not just a story about a young girl’s coming of age, this is also the story of a particular era in American history, and what it did to families and community. You’ve described it as a time when adults sort of checked out, or allowed themselves to check out. I feel like you viscerally capture the seventies in such a powerful and disturbing way that the decade itself is almost a character. What is it about the seventies that drew you to writing this book?
Darcey Steinke: I think the decade you come of age in and the people you come of age around confound and fascinate you your whole life. For me that decade was the seventies. The seventies are often depicted in a superficial way—tube tops and bong hits—but I remember it as a dark time when the people I loved and looked up to, particularly women, seemed filled with an inarticulate longing. In the seventies people were caught in unique conflicts because of shifting ideas of family, gender, religion. I wanted to write Sister Golden Hair partly to witness some of the struggles of the seventies characters I knew.
EG: Feminism is an interesting theme in your novel. Your mother, my mother—the mothers of most of my friends—got, in a way, sucker punched by it because they had achieved everything they believed they had been raised to achieve. They were just at this place of feeling—maybe not happy, but satisfied because they obeyed the edicts and had a house and two kids. And then suddenly there were these voices saying: “You’re a slave. You’ve got to have your own identity, your own checking account.” I think that was a shock that they all handled in different ways. How did you want to broach this subject?
DS: I’ve always felt that my mother was not unlike Willie Loman from Death of a Salesman, someone who time outpaced, someone who became outmoded. My mom was raised to be a traditional fifties housewife, but because of the sixties and the changing roles of women, she had the rug pulled out from under her. She never really got over this shock. In later years she even joined a support group called “Displaced Homemakers.” The sad part for me is that because of the social shift, my mom resented what she viewed as my freer life. In Sister Golden Hair I wanted to portray a mother conflicted, a character who, rather then embracing liberation, rejected it, while all the time longing for change.
EG: I’m interested in the hunt for glamour that all these women have in the novel, but in different ways. The mother is really interested in the Kennedys, and the Kennedys are so out of reach. Sheila wants to be a Playboy bunny because she thinks that’s glamorous. It was a different kind of glamour, but equally tragic to be in this duplex dreaming of either the Kennedys or Playboy bunnyhood. They’re equally distant. And Jesse, too, becomes obsessed with glamour. Was glamour something that’s always interested you?
DS: My father is a minister and my mother was a beauty queen. I have always been interested in the intersection of divinity and glamour; I consider glamour a sort of secular divinity. For Sister Golden Hair, I wanted to write about what happens when religious divinity recedes. Jesse’s dad, who is also a minister, has been thrown out of his church, and the family leaves the safe environs of the rectory and the church and moves into the material world. I wanted to track Jesse, without God, as she searches for someone or something to worship. Big glamour in small towns feels very far away—you mention the Kennedys and Playboy bunnies—but there is also a small time local glamour that gathers around sexuality, violence, drugs, and money.
EG: In the same vein, throughout the book, Jesse and her friends are in pursuit of glitter, and glamour, and transcendence. She gets up early to do her hair “just so.” She needs that armor, she needs that defense, and all of that is about transcendence and about ascent. And at the end of the book, I was amazed by that baptism. It’s the most glamorous thing a young girl can do, to surrender to something so fully. And Jesse never got it. Jill does in that moment, and that’s what brings people to religion I think. But it’s a real rock star moment when that happens—you are the center of the universe. Why doesn’t Jesse get there?
DS: I envisioned Jesse in this book like a medieval journeyman passing through different spiritual stages. I know it sounds crazy to compare a seventies teenager to Dante, but I did use The Divine Comedy, particularly The Purgatorio, while working on this book. The novel, rather than having a traditional arc, moves through phases. In adolescence, your friendships demark time, whom you hang out with and what you learn from them, before you move on to the next stage, the next friend. Dante too, moved through different planes trying to learn from the people in each space. Jesse, in Sister Golden Hair, moves through the pages in a similar way. I was less interested in transcendence for her; I wanted her to resist all the traditional traps for young girls—glamour, sex, religion—to take it all in but, in the end, still be her own person.
EG: When the novel begins, Jesse is twelve. What I thought was a cool and strange moment in the book was Jesse’s fascination with being a babysitter because it gives her time to look at her own body. It’s the only unmonitored time that she has. It’s not that she’s looking for the vibrator in Sandy’s drawer—she’s counting her own pubic hairs. And it was so interesting that that’s what she’d use that time for—that was the most important thing. It is sort of the first time you’re alone, when you’re babysitting . . . I admired how much you focused on that and didn’t dance around it. What is it about twelve?
DS: Babysitting is such a fascinating space. You are not the parent of a child, you have not set up house, but for the hours you babysit, you are a stand-in adult, a placeholder. It’s exciting, scary, odd. I think there are so many violent babysitter urban myths—the intruder on the phone upstairs, etc—because it is a liminal place, a space where you’ve been let out of your adolescent world and temporarily given the responsibilities of an adult. There is a lot of anxiety for parents, children, and babysitters. I wanted Jesse to use her hours of babysitting to explore her changing body, as you say counting pubic hair, because her changing physicality is the nexus of the novel. I think twelve is a dark and mystical age. You have had one body, and then like a transforming creature in a science-fiction film, things erupt out of it—black hairs, breasts, pimples. I, for one, remember twelve as both disturbing and surreal.