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Cinderland

A Memoir

Author: Amy Jo Burns

A riveting literary debut about the cost of keeping quiet



Amy Jo Burns grew up in Mercury, Pennsylvania, an industrial town humbled by the steel collapse of the 1980s. Instead of the construction booms and twelve-hour shifts her parents’ generation had known, the Mercury Amy Jo knew was marred by empty houses, old strip mines, and vacant lots. It wasn’t quite a ghost town—only because many people had no choice but to stay.
 
The year Burns turned ten, this sleepy town suddenly woke up. Howard Lotte, its beloved piano teacher, was accused of sexually assaulting his female students. Among the countless girls questioned, only seven came forward. For telling the truth, the town ostracized these girls and accused them of trying to smear a good man’s reputation. As for the remaining girls—well, they were smarter. They lied. Burns was one of them.
 
But such a lie has its own consequences. Against a backdrop of fire and steel, shame and redemption, Burns tells of the boys she ran from and toward, the friends she abandoned, and the endless performances she gave to please a town that never trusted girls in the first place.
 
This is the story of growing up in a town that both worshipped and sacrificed its youth—a town that believed being a good girl meant being a quiet one—and the long road Burns took toward forgiving her ten-year-old self. Cinderland is an elegy to that young girl’s innocence, as well as a praise song to the curative powers of breaking a long silence. 



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“A haunting debut memoir about the price of keeping secrets… [S]lim, lyrically evocative.”
Kirkus Reviews

“A rare and important work . . . Burns has brought something utterly new and distinctive to the art of the memoir.”
—Louise DeSalvo, author of Writing as a Way of Healing: How Telling Our Stories Can Change Our Lives

“Amy Jo Burns has written a humane and lapidary account of her Rust Belt childhood: the claustrophobia, the yearning for escape, the weight and consequence of secrets. I have never read a book that captures small-town American life so perfectly.”
—Justin St. Germain, author of Son of a Gun 

“Amy Jo Burns’s Cinderland is an exquisite achievement. From the first page to the last, I held my breath as Burns held my heart. She writes of small Rust Belt towns and the boys and girls who grow up and apart in those towns and the overwhelming need for escape and what happens when secrets no one should have to bear burn and burn. This book demands to be read.”
—Roxane Gay, author of An Untamed State

“Memoir of the highest order, Cinderland lovingly gives voice to a troubled community, small-town summers, young love and heartbreak, a scandal that tears a town apart, and the memory of a young girl who told a dangerous lie. Or did she? Amy Jo Burns writes like a dream, beyond her years, and this book is gripping, generous, and wise.”
—Scott Cheshire, author of High as the Horses' Bridles
 
“Amy Jo Burns delivers an unerring report from inside the universe of a teenaged girl struggling to escape the town she both loves and mistrusts. This is a place that insists on secrets held, and she is a good girl, holding hers tenaciously, at all costs.”
—Meredith Hall, author Without a Map

“‘I did not want to tell this story,’ Amy Jo Burns confesses in Cinderland, but readers will be glad she did. This memoir is testament to the incinerating power of secrets and the steely resolve of survivors. But it’s also an unforgettable portrait of a small Rust Belt town in decline, and in that sense it is a story about America, one of ruin and reinvention, of ashes and incandescence.”
—Elliott Holt, author of You Are One of Them



Reviews

Review: The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette - December 14, 2014
“[Burns] has a way with words that allows her to make her sleepy town and the dilapidated Pittsburgh area of the 1990s glimmer. … Her writing is affecting without being sensational, and the reader’s heart is left aching at the end of each chapter.”
Review: The Star-Ledger - December 14, 2014
“Burns writes beautifully of coming of age in a rust belt town.”
Review: Star Tribune - November 1, 2014
“An expository reflection on how a place shapes our own sense of self.”
Review: The Kansas City Star - October 31, 2014
“A scorching memoir about a town divided.”
Review: The Rumpus - October 20, 2014
“Burns’ writing is deliciously dense and full of perfectly picked observations.... Cinderland is a powerful and captivating memoir.”
Review: Boston Globe - October 19, 2014
“[A] raw, painful memoir ... at its most compelling when Burns sketches the contours of her girlhood ... rendering them not quaint but stifling and ominous.”
Review: Library Journal, starred review - September 18, 2014
“The toll that Burns’s silence took manifested in several forms, and she details them here in a thoughtfully written examination of what motivated her to keep silent while other victims spoke out.”
Review: Pittsburgh Quarterly - August 26, 2014
“With gentle, focused prose, [Burns] turns the confessional memoir genre upside down.”
Review: Kirkus Reviews - July 22, 2014
“A haunting debut memoir about the price of keeping secrets in small-town, Rust Belt America.”
Kirkus Reviews

Prologue
 
By the time the police entered our houses uninvited throughout the fall of 1991, our mothers had already commanded each of us to tell the truth about Howard Lotte, and we’d already decided to lie. It was too impossible for anyone to conceive, even those of us who had sat with Mr. Lotte and his feckless hands through seasons of weeknight piano lessons, that such a man could commit something so unholy, even if he was a little bit fat. Everyone in Mercury knew which girls had already snitched. We saw what it had cost them. The best hope for the rest of us, we thought then, was to remain anonymous until winter arrived and all the talk turned to idle chatter before it disappeared altogether.
 
But the gossip about Mr. Lotte would not be squelched, and so the police launched a formal investigation to put the rumors to rest. Making a uniform circuit around town, the squad stopped at the homes of each of Mr. Lotte’s peach-faced, preteen protégés. Some of the homes were split level and some were Victorian, but none of them were trailers. Mr. Lotte didn’t seem to take on those kinds of girls. Anyone who was anyone took lessons from Mr. Lotte—if you were female, of course.
 
When each of our turns came to be questioned, the lies spilled out so easily we suspected they’d been planted long ago. There were few girls—seven, to be exact—bold enough to tell the truth, but their soft voiced protests were almost drowned out by those of us unable to defy a town rallying behind one of its own. Though we were just ten, eleven, twelve years old, it became quite clear that men like Mr. Lotte secured a kind of protection that girls like us never could.
 
The police supplied the questions, and we offered the answers we thought they wanted to hear. Like a swooping she-owl, our voices raised into an echoing chorus as mothers drew the shades for the night and the distant five o’clock bell signaled a shift change at the mill.
 
Did he put his hands on you?
No, Officer. No, he didn’t. No no no no no.
 
The sound found its way to the woods by the edge of the school yard where an old basketball hoop had been torn from the ground and laid prone some time ago, the same spot where lovesick boys dared to press their burning palms against a girl’s. Then the sound moved toward the courthouse at the center of town where Mr. Lotte wouldn’t get the opportunity to appear before a jury of his peers. Our voices only weakened once they reached Mercury’s city limits, where the
highway cut us off from the rest of the world.
 
Now the town itself haunts us more than Mr. Lotte, even more than our own lies. It seems a story like this couldn’t happen anywhere but Mercury, a place that had become its own needy planet, a town we loved for its empty houses, abandoned buildings, and vacant lots. The people of Mercury liked their trucks, their Iron City beer, and the stench of burning leaves. They knew how to work with their hands—how to sew a quilt, how to fix a carburetor, how to patch a roof. They knew how to wait out a tough winter.
 
Together we all lived in the afterlife of a city that was once a titan. A very long time ago, Andrew Carnegie evangelized the steel gospel. He followed a simple formula: Contain the coal. Set it on fire. Strip away the impurities. Dispose of the slag.
 
This was how a legion of unstoppable steel rods was sired. But then came the Steel Apocalypse, and Pittsburgh’s satellite cities didn’t all become ghost towns only because many people had no choice but to stay. Instead, the loss of our lifeblood slowed everything to a pace that was barely detectable, and the era of waking sleep began.
 
Workers who used to pull twelve-hour shifts in the mill at Cooper Bessemer Steel in the next town over now had nowhere to go. The roads once clogged with commuters became open highways. Mostly, people just sat. And the children, of whom we were some, watched. We remember now how people around town used to float through the amniotic air. Pumping gas. Ordering pizza. Waiting in line at the drive-through ATM. Pushing the shopping cart through the dog food aisle at Rip’s Sunrise Market. Taking long pauses in the middle of sentences. Not bothering to finish them. They used to think nothing could surprise them any more until Mr. Lotte proved them wrong. He proved us all wrong.
 
Who are we? We are the girls who lied about Mr. Lotte when others told the truth and most of Mercury hated them for it. We performed for a fickle crowd and lost ourselves in the charade. From the moment we chose to protect a criminal, we also chose to forget everything that had happened. It was our best chance for survival. Even so, our lives were never the same. Our town was never the same.
 
Our memories threaten to make a scandal of us, so we keep them to ourselves. We still remain in disguise (even from each other), but there’s one thing we know. Our Sunday school teachers had always taught us that an honest answer was like a kiss on the lips, and we were not the kissing kind.

Contents

Prologue

PART I: SPOTLIGHT

Prisoner's Dilemma

Hide and Seek

Emerge

Figurante

Denoument

Breaking and Entering

Torch

PART II: SIMON SAYS

Sober

Vanity Fair

Audition

Understudy

Mirror, Mirror

PART III: ALL THE PRETTIEST GIRLS

Impostor

Paper Doll

Origin Story

Cinderland

Acknowledgments

Questions for Discussion:

  1. Cinderland takes place in the aftermath of what Burns describes as the “Steel Apocalypse.” What descriptions of Mercury and the Rust Belt resonate with you and why? 
  2. How does the use of “we” in the narrative, instead of the standard “I” of the memoir, change the effect of Burns’s painful experiences? Do you get a greater sense of the other victims, “Lotte’s girls,” with Burns’s use of “we?”
  3. Burns writes about the collective shaming of the young girls who dare to speak up about their abuse. How do the citizens of Mercury turn these young girls into criminals and Mr. Lotte into a victim? How did this affect you?
  4. Burns portrays Mr. Lotte as both the “middle-aged sixth-grade teacher who gives piano lessons in the brown basement of his white house” that everyone knows and loves and, at the same time, as the abuser of Amy and many other young girls. What aspects of Mr. Lotte’s character are most interesting to you?
  5. “We’re just girls, for now, and we have no need to hide,” Burns writes. “We have no reason to suspect that soon we’ll have to armor our hearts with plates of steel.” How is girlhood and growing up explored in Cinderland? How do her experiences with Mr. Lotte affect Amy’s coming of age?
  6. Discuss Burns’s depictions of the “good girl,” the “bad girl,” the “girl who got herself into trouble,” and ultimately the “smart girl.”
  7. What role do acting, masks, and disguises play in the memoir? What role does acting, as well as cheerleading and events like homecoming, play in Amy’s portrayal of herself? How is Amy perceived by other characters in the memoir?
  8. Burns describes the town of Mercury as a close-knit community, where everyone knows everyone, but instead of seeing this as a virtue Amy feels trapped by her small town. What positives and negatives do you see in a small community like Mercury?
  9. At one point Amy thinks, “boys will be boys, and girls will get caught. Boys will trespass; girls are trespassed upon.” Does this statement prove true for Amy’s experiences? What role do boys, specifically Pete, Simon, and Aaron, play in the memoir and Amy’s coming of age?
  10. Scenes of fire and ash abound in Cinderland. Which of these scenes resonate with you? Why do you think fire is such an important theme in the memoir? Is Cinderland a fitting title? 

Cinderland

ISBN: 978-080703703-4
Publication Date: 10/7/2014
Size:5.5 x 8.5 Inches (US)
Price:  $24.95
Format: Cloth
Availability: In stock.
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