Long story short: Urbani attended the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa and frequently visited New Orleans as an undergraduate. She drew on personal experiences as well as journalistic and literary resources in writing about two young women – one from Tuscaloosa, one from New Orleans — whose lives collide violently in the days after the killer hurricane.
That personal experiences would inform a novel is easy enough to grasp. It was the other part of the process that left me slack-jawed. As a divorcee with two young children, Urbani wrote religiously for two hours twice a week while they were at preschool. Not only that, she did prodigious Internet research literally from her bed in the early morning hours before the kids awoke.
Add in the reading of several books and dozens of government documents and she was able to write authoritatively about the historic storm that walloped New Orleans and surrounding areas a decade ago. In other words, Urbani wrote about Katrina without being on scene during or after the flood.
It took a year of research, two years of writing and another year of polishing before she completed the manuscript in 2009. Along came a new relationship, marriage and a move to the country, so she set the book aside until last year, when she sold it to a local publisher, Forest Avenue Press.
I had my doubts about Urbani’s methods, especially when she explained how she went about trying to make sure the dialogue she made up for African American characters rang true. She called a few girlfriends still in the South and asked to speak with their domestic help to get the patois of the language — another thing that made my raise my eyebrows.
She also hired an African American copy editor who didn’t change a word and told Urbani she’d gotten the colloquialisms just right. As further endorsement, everywhere she went on tour with the book, including New Orleans, black readers told her she had nailed it, Urbani said.
As a non-Southerner, I accept their collective judgment. As for the novel itself:
The plot: No spoiler alert necessary because the story begins with the tragic auto accident that kills one young woman named Rosy and the mother of the other young woman named Rose. Succeeding chapters are told mostly through flashbacks as we get to know both young women and the circumstances of their upbringing.
The characters: Both girls are 18, fatherless and living alone with their mothers, Rosy in New Orleans, Rose in Tuscaloosa. Rose, who is white, and her mother gather up coats and other supplies to donate to hurricane survivors and begin driving west to Louisiana. En route, they strike and kill Rosy, who is black and hitchhiking to Alabama in hopes of getting help for Cilla, her mentally ill mother, after they escape their flooded house in the Lower Ninth Ward.
Rose’s mother, Gertrude, also dies in the accident, leaving the teenager on her own and yet determined to find out who Rosy was and how she came to be traveling on the same road.
The writing: Urbani does a nice job of recreating a particular time and place, especially the hellish, lawless conditions inside the Superdome as desperate residents sought food and shelter. She effectively portrays a regional culture unfamiliar to me, something I always appreciate in a book, though I found the prose florid at times.
The story is told in chapters alternating between Rose and Rosy, who share common traits of intelligence, independence and resourcefulness even as they confront differing challenges, including the relationship each has with her mother.
The final chapter provides a surprise ending – the realization that the girls did have a connection in their young lives.
Overall: Urbani said she set out to write a novel about race, class and morals. Sure enough, all three themes are addressed. The overlapping stories are told from a female perspective, with the girls and their mothers at center stage. In that sense, it’s also a novel about the bond between mothers and daughters — and that was illuminating as anything else for this male reader.
All in all, “Landfall” was informative and entertaining, a solid first novel. It’s good but falls short of “great” in my estimation. Knowing the backstory of what it took to produce the book, though, I have nothing but admiration for the author. At the same time, I sense Urbani has room to grow. I’ll be interested to see what she comes up with next.
Final words: When I spoke to Urbani this week, she told me: “I’m almost glad I had to do it the way I did it, without getting my emotions in it too much. The physical and emotional distance from the city was almost a gift. It felt like too much would have sat upon me.”
Drawing on her past work counseling cancer patients, she added: “Often times, it takes someone not being involved in an experience to move through it.”