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GennaRose Nethercott
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GennaRose Nethercott author biography, plus links to books by GennaRose Nethercott.
GennaRose Nethercott
GennaRose Nethercott is a writer and folklorist. Her first book, The Lumberjack's Dove, was selected by Louise Glück as a winner of the National Poetry Series, and whether authoring novels, poems, ballads, or even fold-up paper cootie catchers, her projects are all rooted in myth—and what our stories reveal about who we are. She tours nationally and internationally performing strange tales (sometimes with puppets in tow) and composing poems-to-order for strangers on an antique typewriter with her team, the Traveling Poetry Emporium. She lives in the woodlands of Vermont, beside an old cemetery. Thistlefoot is her debut novel.
This biography was last updated on 09/13/2022.
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Do you consider yourself a writer first or a folklorist first?
A writer first, but all of my writing is filtered through the lens of my experience as a folklorist. I enjoy playing off folkloric motifs and traditions. I’ve been able to start thinking of myself more officially as a folklorist since February when I started working as one of the head researchers and associate producers for the podcast Lore. It’s strange. I went to school in part for folklore studies, so I have a degree in that. But only when I started working for Lore did I say to myself, “Now I’m actually a folklorist.” That validated the identity that I’d held for a long time.
Would you have called yourself a writer before you made money writing?
Definitely. But when I was growing up, I really did not want to be a writer. My father is a writer and I thought, “Well, that looks existentially devastating. So I think I’ll skip that life course.” But it was always what I loved to do. Then when I got to college, I found that I was only happy if I was writing. So at that point I was like, “Yes, I’m a writer.”
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