Welcome! Thanks so much for visiting! Tell us about the inspiration for your current release
So--forever ago, in the things-some-young-couples-oddly-toss-here-and-there starter apartment of a little male cousin of mine and his twentysomething wife, I observed the former sweet-and- winkingly referring to his spouse as "wifey". Now, just like the two main characters in my book, both were relatively recent and endlessly fratbro-soror-proud, respectively, Greek Life college grads. I found it pretty cool the way, frequently with a naughty-boy bass, the word “wifey” slid so effortlessly down my cousin’s tongue and teasingly, out--but it sparked a wonder in my head, that eventually, in part, gave birth to my book. I specifically began earnestly pondering about some other households in the nation, wherein the term "wifey" was perhaps being conversely used to demean, dismantle, destroy. Fast forward the pop culture clock, and "wifey" is now just another part of contemporary parlance, referring to everything from indeed a wife, to an intergalactically-stellar girlfriend. And it was just that--the term's continuing use and its expanded, 2013 reality--that gave rise to the story concept dough for my little work of contempo fiction, Wifey.
Tell us about your current release
Wifey walks through real-world, contemporary social and political justice themes, namely those of a dramatic change in socioeconomic status due to domestic/worldwide economic downturn; multicultural gender norms; gender disparity in marriage; domestic violence; multiculturalism and multiracialism; religion; and more. However, I wrote it to encompass and not to wedging, shove back--so it’s meant to eat light and lingeringly, and to seek, find the common or compassionate bud on you. Deliberately spliced with moments of real-world humor, and blended with an array of cultures beyond those that pop up in its excerpts, it attempts to ask the ‘what if’--in a time that was smartingly not too far removed from now.
Tell us about your next release
I would love to pucker-and-prattle here, re: future books (or more appropriately sometimes--re: the way life’s other realities often gray-ly cast shadow on such things along one’s journey--'kiss-and-kvetch'), but my maternal Grandmum did teach me to keep a good secret's trap well shut, and I am also, essentially, yet at the exposed-yolk stage of my career. So, suffice it to say, since many of us writers were almost literally birthed thinking and jotting, the law of probability says I've likely definitely developed some sort of a backlog, somewhere of sorts. And I think I’m going to have to winking and brow-raising, leave it at that for now, lest Grandmum’s apparition swiftly visit me and disapprove with an eerie, pointing finger--from a too-nearby doorway--as she had oft threatened this then-sweet-virgin-teenager to posthumously do.
Does your significant other read your book?
I don’t currently have a significant other, but when I do again, that dude indeed must do. He must also know how to perform in the kitchen, she said, as each and every boyfriend I’ve had has (I seem to attract male cooks, and may this awesome, always trend both escalate and continue), and additionally to appreciate the fine art of maintaining a wild and splaying variety of makeshift in-home libraries. That being flatly said, I do however, have a particularly fab ex-boyfriend, who dutifully bought one of the first copies of my book. And, I naturally bless him for it--even if he perhaps missed some of the nuances of it, as, a) English is most definitely not his first language, b) he barely spoke English when I met him (I was like, a psychic, multicultural dictionary and loving thesaurus), and, c) he’s been residing back in his home country (The Netherlands) for the veritable eons now. However, back when, he had already read A River Runs Through It in Dutch, so who is to say.
What was the hardest part about writing your book?
Writing Wifey was unyieldingly painful, due to the very sad fact that my Mum, a stage IV uterine cancer patient, was at the same space of time undergoing a grueling chemotherapy regimen, and first set of radiation treatments. Add to that roux an irrepressible urge to seize almost every moment not taken up with taking care of her to pen this book, and you have the sleepless dish that is this, my first large work. Wifey was chiefly written flat on my aching back at odd hours in my bed, draped lanky over by-the-hours-uncomfy hospital chairs, and in running Park and exhausted with the windows cracked open and my nose mashed up against a Tall of seasonal whatever-whathaveyou from you-know-starry-bucks-where--in between the hours limping through the rubble of all of that.
Have any of your characters been modeled after yourself?
All of my characters in Wifey have an element of me nosing about in them--at least as regards their good and societally-acceptable conduct. Now, where some have clearly fallen off the mark, I can only state that quite patently, re-baptisms and an endless series of closed-door fire-and-brim sessions are perhaps well in order, followed by some sort of unreasonably public shaming ritual.
Do you have a website or blog?
My blog lives at http://pinkpurseinternational.blogspot.com and it’s currently just chock full of savory snippet-nuggets and conjured posts about my book. The revamped idea of the blog though, is not just to advance a discourse regarding the various and sundry social issues that affect women, but to spark inner and outer queries regarding the curious sociopolitical conditions that affect us all in this wild, careening theme park that is 21st-century Life.
Author: Fey Ugokwe
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Publisher: Pink Purse International
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When life as a curiously paired, young married couple in California--in the midst of a growing state and national economic crisis--becomes literally unworkable, Rodney, an earnestly toiling, playboy of a husband, unilaterally determines that he and P.V., his ambitious but naive, exotic wife, should relocate to Texas. So P.V., a struggling sophomore realtor and avid foodie, and Rodney, a newly unemployed marketer and sports addict, sell virtually everything they own and embark upon a downsized existence in the heart of North Texas--Dallas. But an eerie and horrifying morning dream that P.V. previously experienced becomes a dark and ever-unfurling, pain-filled prophesy that ultimately threatens the very foundations of their humanity. Sex, depravity, despair, and an uneven pavement of good intentions lead to a black, one-way road with a shocking and hair-raising end.
Fey Ugokwe was born in Washington, D.C., to immigrant parents--one from British Guiana, South America, and the other from Nigeria, West Africa. She was subsequently raised in Pennsylvania, and attended both college and law school in Massachusetts. Fey is an attorney, and the founder of a socially-conscious media activity. At the age of three, she was taught to read and write by her maternal grandmother, a British-trained schoolteacher, and has been writing fiction and poetry since a child. She received her formal training in novel writing, genre fiction writing, contemporary fiction writing, and political fiction writing in Massachusetts, where her professors included renowned authors at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Her interests are, namely, in genre, contemporary, and political fiction, and she has a strong interest in uniquely combining the essences of the three, in order to highlight the underpinnings of the human experience.
Her latest book is the contemporary fiction, Wifey.
Visit her website at www.pinkpurseinternational.net.
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