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Red Star Tattoo

My Life as a Girl Revolutionary

by (author) Sonja Larsen

Publisher
Random House of Canada
Initial publish date
Jul 2018
Category
Personal Memoirs, Women, Political
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9780345815286
    Publish Date
    Jul 2018
    List Price
    $21.00
  • CD-Audio

    ISBN
    9781721342099
    Publish Date
    Sep 2018
    List Price
    $21.99

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Winner of the Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-Fiction
Finalist for the Hilary Weston Writers' Trust Prize for Nonfiction

Red Star Tattoo is Sonja Larsen's unforgettable memoir of a young life spent on the move, from hardscrabble Milwaukee to dreamy Hawaii, from turbulent Montreal to free-spirited California. At the age of 16, Sonja joins a cult-like communist organization in Brooklyn--unaware of the dark nature of what awaits her.

A small, skinny 8-year-old girl holding a teddy bear stands by the side of a country road with a young man she barely knows. They're hitchhiking from a commune in Quebec to one in California. It is 1973 and somehow the girl's parents think this is a good idea.
Sonja Larsen's is a childhood in which family members come and go and where freedom is both a gift and a burden. Her mother, thrown out of home as a pregnant teenager by her evangelical preacher father, is drawn to the utopian ideals and radical politics of communism. Her aunt Suzie is gripped by schizophrenia, her behaviour so erratic she eventually loses custody of her daughter. And then there is her cousin Dana, shunted back and forth long-distance between her parents--Dana, whose own need to escape leads to tragedy.
Looking for a sense of family, searching to belong, to have your life mean something--this is what all these girls and young women share. As a teenager, Larsen moves to Brooklyn, embedding herself with an organization known publicly as the National Labor Federation and privately as the Communist Party USA Provisional Wing. Over her three years at the organization's national headquarters, Larsen works sixteen-hour day, eager to prove herself. Noticed and encouraged by the Old Man, the organization's charismatic leader, he makes her one of his "special girls," as well as the youngest member of the organization's militia and part of its inner circle. But even as she and her comrades count down the days on the calendar until the dawning of their new American revolution, Larsen's doubts about the cause and the Old Man become increasingly difficult to ignore.
Red Star Tattoo explores the seductions and dangers of extremism, and asks what it takes to survive a childhood scarred by loss, abuse and the sometimes violent struggle for belonging.

About the author

SONJA LARSEN is a graduate of the Simon Fraser University Writer's Studio. Larsen's work has been published in The Globe and Mail, Room and Descant, and a number of other print and online literary magazines. She works with youth in Vancouver's Downtown Eastside. The author lives in Vancouver, BC.

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Awards

  • Winner, Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-Fiction
  • Short-listed, Hilary Weston Writers' Trust Non-Fiction Prize

Excerpt: Red Star Tattoo: My Life as a Girl Revolutionary (by (author) Sonja Larsen)

A canvas backpack.
A sleeping bag.
A drinking cup that collapsed flat into a little case.
Two matching wooden bowls, one for Dale and one for me.
A combination fork and spoon. The spork.
My teddy bear.
Some clothes.
A toothbrush.
A small case, hand embroidered by my mother, to hold my "travelling papers."
Pounds and pounds of homemade granola, made the night before and packed in plastic bags. Slightly burned.
I remember what we packed for the journey.
But what did my parents say to me when it was time to go—goodbye? See you soon? See you later?
When the drivers slowed down to look at us, I tried to catch their eye. Sometimes I wiggled my outstretched thumb slightly, optimistically, and sometimes I tried to look sad and hopeful. Anything to imprint this scene in their mind: little girl sitting on a grey canvas backpack, young man with a guitar case, standing by the highway. Anything to slow them down until curiosity or sympathy made them stop.

Everyone knew that a kid was better than a dog or a woman for hitchhiking. At the Sweetgrass commune, where me and Dale, my parents, and another dozen or so people lived, everyone pitched in, did their share to keep things going. This was something I could do. I was eight years old and already an experienced hitchhiker, a travelling partner for anyone who needed luck and company on the road. I’d also sung in the Sweetgrass band that played folk and gospel songs at old folks’ homes and rock and roll at high school dances. I’d helped sell wildflowers, daisies and goldenrod and fireweed tied up in twine, to tourists in the city. But hitchhiking was the thing I did best. Up and down country roads into town, or the hundred-mile trip from Lennoxville to Montreal and back.
I was Dale’s plan to get west cheap and in a hurry. Dale was in his early twenties and from Los Angeles. He and another Californian played the lead guitars in the band. They’d helped start Sweetgrass, but Quebec winters and the winding down of the Vietnam War had them longing for home. His friend had already left with another commune member who was caught up in a custody battle for her baby. Dale and I were the second wave. My parents and a few others would be following soon. Behind us was Sweetgrass. Ahead of us was California and a new life. But in between was this long stretch of road.
By day three I could feel Dale starting to wonder if this highway was more than my small charm could manage. We’d spent hours waiting to catch the next ride. I knew it didn’t help to look too miserable or be crying. No one wanted to deal with that kind of kid. Instead I sat by the side of the road with my teddy bear and sucked my thumb, trying to look younger and cuter than I really was.
To keep us entertained, Dale played his guitar and sang. He sang the Beatles and Dylan but the old country songs were my favourites.

Take me home, my heart is heavy and my feet are sore
Take me home, I don’t wanna roam no more
I liked that song, I liked the idea that what we were doing was roaming, and that when we got to California our roaming days would be over.

Editorial Reviews

WINNER of the 2017 Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-Fiction
FINALIST for the Hilary Weston Writers' Trust Prize for Non-Fiction
“As is the case with lives themselves, all memoirs are unique, but this seems especially true of Sonja Larsen’s Red Star Tattoo: My Life as a Girl Revolutionary. In this coming-of-age story, she looks back at a childhood and adolescence spent searching for a sense of connection and purpose beyond her family, first in a commune and later as part of what she eventually recognized as a cult whose purported goal was to incite an American communist revolution. She captures the environment of paranoia, violence, and futility in which she grew up in a stark, frank style that never tugs on readers’ heartstrings or asks for their pity. Instead, Larsen presents a clear-eyed look at her almost unbelievable past and crafts a character study in resilience that is eminently engaging.” —Bruce Gillespie, juror, 2017 Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-Fiction

“[A] compelling story of the author’s youth in counterculture organizations. . . . Larsen vividly describes the physical and psychological demands of her life as part of a cadre. . . . Her account is a coming-of-age story as well as a fascinating tale of living in a committed but ineffectual political group.” —2017 Edna Staebler Award for Creative Non-Fiction jury

“Sonja Larsen did not have the typical Canadian childhood, coming of age as she did in communes and cults, raised on the shoulder of hitchhiked roads and in the midst of would-be revolutions. In Red Star Tattoo, she captures the sad absurdity of her upbringing in a voice that’s both courageous and compelling. Her story of surviving neglect, abuse, brainwashing, and also her own longing to be part of something politically grand is told without an iota of bitterness or self-pity. In the end, Larsen offers a glimpse not only of forces that can seduce the young to embrace countercultures, but of those that shaped her own remarkable resilience.” —2016 Hilary Weston Writers’ Trust Prize for Nonfiction jury Carolyn Abraham, Stephen Kimber, and Emily Urquhart.

Red Star Tattoo is a harrowing, engrossing memoir about coming of age in a cult, told from the point of view of a socially conscious teenager led to believe that armed revolution will topple capitalism in the United States. In sparse, elegant prose, Red Star Tattoo beautifully maps a young girl’s quest for meaning, belonging, and, ultimately, independence.” —Carmen Aguirre, author of Something Fierce and Mexican Hooker #1

“As a child of the counterculture and a teenager who was promised revolution, the young Sonja Larsen desired to be a part of something monumental. As I turned the pages of this beautifully told story, my emotions ran between anger, sorrow and sheer admiration at Sonja’s determination to find belonging in her present with no guidance from her past. The parallels with what may be happening with our youth and extremism today make this story not only entertaining, but relevant to all.” —Cea Sunrise Person, author of North of Normal

“What a story! The daughter of a drug-dealing father and a communist mother, at sixteen Sonja Larsen joins a revolutionary group that runs on abuse of power and dangerous secrets. This hard-won memoir of her relationship with an unforgettably seductive and frightening cult leader is both gripping and insightful.” —Marni Jackson, author of The Mother Zone
“If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be a brainwashed devotee of a mad charismatic leader, look no further. . . . Red Star Tattoo [is] an insightful and moving memoir.” —M.A.C. Farrant, The Vancouver Sun

“This is an engrossing memoir detailing the art of grotesque seduction, told with occasionally stunning skill—she likens the revolution to a sun that lit up every corner of her life but which she could never look at directly—and unusual honesty.” —Susan G. Cole, NOW (NNNN)

“Like many another spiritually battered child, Sonja finds relief in treating her experience as stories to be shared. Red Star Tattoo is a prolonged tale . . . never tedious, never self-obsessed, a triumphant affirmation of the storyteller’s art.” —National Post

“Entering her world is like staring through a kaleidoscope where the bright colours shift to reveal a new pattern, even when your eyes think they’ve adjusted to the last. I picked up the book in an afternoon and—each page turned in steady anticipation—did not put it down until I was finished. Larsen’s story is engrossing, and at times unbelievable. She uses sweeping and poetic language to mask the deeply disturbing nature of the book . . . and the prose lopes along steadily, smoothing out all of the jagged edges left by the story itself. If the purpose of a memoir is for the author to come to terms with their own existence, then Red Star Tattoo is a catharsis.” —Isabel B. Slone, The Globe and Mail

“[A]n eloquent, stranger-than-fiction memoir. . . . In a thoughtful and poignant concluding section set ‘years after the revolution,’ Larsen outlines the consequences of her childhood. A veteran soldier, she’s survived the ordeal and can now share the wisdom gained from the experience.” —Brett Josef Grubisic, Toronto Star

“With an honest voice, Larsen draws a fine line between activism and extremism, as well as the difficulty in deciphering between the two. Dark and primal confessions paired with sharp pangs of loss and an underlying yearning for human connection, Larsen will leave readers shocked as they may find agency and kinship through her raw accounts.” —Sam Juric, THIS Magazine