Prolific
writer J. California Cooper, who was writing plays until Alice Walker suggested
she switch to short stories and novels, because they were an easier path to a
paycheck, has died at age 82, AP reports.
Cooper
died early Saturday after experiencing several heart attacks over the past few
years, her daughter Paris Williams said Tuesday.
She
lived most of her life in northern California and wrote more than a dozen plays
and had about a dozen books published after switching to prose fiction.
She
met Walker after the Pulitzer Prize winner came to see one of her plays.
"Her
advice to my mother was you should write short stories or novels because it was
easier to get paid. She went home and wrote 12 stories," Williams said.
When
Cooper asked Walker to write an introduction to her first story collection, the
writer who had just been honored for "The Color Purple" asked to
publish the book at her own publishing house. Walker also helped Cooper get one
of her stories published in Essence magazine and the book took off from there,
Williams said.
Williams
called Cooper a hard worker who worked a variety of jobs from a teamster on the
Alaska pipeline to an escrow officer and a manicurist to pay the bills.
She
went to the pipeline to work as a secretary and switched to bus and truck
driving after she realized she could make a lot more money, her daughter
recalls. She drove welders up to their work site and then panned for gold while
waiting for the return trip, Williams said.
"My
mother tried a lot of things when I was growing up," she said.
"Writing was something she always did. She just stuck them in a
drawer."
She
was known for a folksy, conversational style and for stories of women scarred
by violence or betrayal. Her work was praised for its power and at times
criticized for being didactic.
Her
collections included "A Piece of Mine" and "Homemade Love."
Reviewing
her novel "Family" in The New York Times in 1990, Roy Hoffman called
it "the sort of book that ought to be read out loud."
"Never
mind that the narrator, Clora, is a ghost," Hoffman wrote. "In its
strong rhythms and colloquial expressions, this book is a living woman's
monologue. At times, Clora even seems to lean toward us, grabbing at our
lapels."
Williams
said her mother never took her fame seriously.
"She
used to say people have forgotten all about me," Williams said. "But
all her books are still in print. It's pretty amazing."
Her
mother did not want a funeral and requested instead that she be remembered with
personal acts of kindness or charity.
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