Sara Hosey

Sometimes you have to get lost to get found.

I love this article in the NY DAILY NEWS, “What Queens Can Teach America: The Most Diverse Borough Raises People Who Understand Diversity,” especially as the writer’s experiences are really similar to my own.

What a gift it was to grow up in Queens! If you, sadly, have not had the same opportunity, you can always read Iphigenia Murphy to get a little taste.

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“I wanted to write a book about a girl who does not feel valued, who does not see herself or her experiences accurately reflected in popular culture. And while this book is for everyone, some of the most meaningful cultural experiences for me personally have been when I’ve been introduced to the experiences of folks unlike myself. I hope that for readers who do identify with Iffy, who recognize and relate to her experiences, that Iphigenia Murphy lets them know they are not alone and helps them in their healing.”

Read the rest of this lovely article and interview about Iphigenia Murphy in La Voce di New York.

I’d love to visit your next book club meeting. Check out the Iphigenia Murphy Reader’s Guide for ideas for book club discussion (with or without me!).

I’m also available to speak (remotely or in person) on “Women’s Studies 101: An Introduction to Feminism,” “‘It’s Getting Better All the Time’: How Pop Culture is Becoming More Feminist,” “Domestic Violence on Screen” or more generally on my book, Home is Where the Hurt Is: Media Depictions of Wives and Mothers.

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From the interview:

Particularly for readers who are struggling or who have struggled with the issues dramatized in Iphigenia Murphy, I hope they come away from the book with a sense that they are not alone, that they too can survive and heal and thrive, have adventures and fall in love and bring their unique light and healing to the people around them. 

I hope that all of my readers come away from the book with a deeper empathy and sense of connection to others, a sense of hope and possibility and compassion.

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And here’s a piece that appeared on QNS.COM

I started Catholic school when I was a freshman in high school. It was a bit of a shock to my system, as, up til then, I had gone to public schools.

Here’s what was a particular shock: the way a 14-year old girl in a school uniform on public transportation is apparently a target for every pervert in the area. Those years on the subway and busses gave me all sorts of new insights into the depravity of many men.

How sad, I think now, that my classmates and I learned at such a young age that catcalling and harassment and assault were the price we had to pay for simply leaving the house.

Sometimes it was ridiculous: I remember once riding on the Q76 bus with a bunch of other Catholic school girls, when we noticed a man who had pulled up next to the bus in a convertible. He must have really planned the whole thing out, because we next noticed that, from where we sat and stood on the bus, we could see right into his lap. He had pants down, of course, and he was jerking off.

We crowded against bus window, pointing and screaming with laughter. I don’t think that was the reaction the guy was looking for, because he pulled away shortly after. We were able to laugh then, because we didn’t feel unsafe. There were lots of us and we were all in it together.

That wasn’t the case though, when I was alone on the subway and some guy exposed himself. I was surrounded by people, but they weren’t with me. They either didn’t notice or they pretended not to notice. They didn’t want to get involved.

There were many, many other times, sometimes on crowded platforms and sometimes in empty subway cars, when men followed me, tried to pick me up, said nasty things. And there were several months during my senior year when a guy was raping women in the area around our school. He did actually attack a classmate of mine and, amazingly, she just happened to be a black belt and she was able to fight back and get away. True story.

But we’re not all black belts. And honestly, we shouldn’t have to be.

The 90s was a complicated time to come of age. On the one hand, we were told at school–and in some areas of popular culture–that girls were valuable, that we could do and be anything, that we should be strong and empowered. On the other hand, in our daily lives in the world and, for some of us, in our own homes, we witnessed something very different. We saw women as degraded and often devalued, we saw ourselves in danger and we saw that, often, no one would stick up for us or stand by us.

My novel, Iphigenia Murphy, is a work of fiction. It’s not an autobiography. But I have drawn on my experiences and observations and, most crucially, I have drawn on those feelings of helplessness and shame and, most importantly, of rage, that I often experienced as a teenager in New York in the 90s. That is, I think like many girls and young women, I often was so angry at the way I was treated and I saw others being treated, but at the same time, I had nowhere to put my rage, nothing I felt I could do with it.

In Iphigenia Murphy, part of Iffy’s coming of age is learning how to harness her rage, how to cope with her trauma, how to heal, and how to advocate for herself and for the people and animals she comes to love. There are a few moments–and one scene in particular–in which I wanted to dramatize what it would look like for a young woman to fight back, to name abuse and exploitation, and to insist on her own safety and dignity.

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