Tracy Lynne Oliver
Tracy Lynne Oliver is a writer based in Los Angeles. She has been published online at a variety of places such as Medium, Fanzine, and Occulum. She co-authored the graphic novel, The Sacrifice of Darkness, with Roxane Gay. Her story, “This Weekend” was included in Best Microfiction 2019.

Her new book, Magician, is "dark magic debut novel featuring the Boy who becomes the Magician and the villainous Mother whose sadism might end it all."
My Q&A with the author:
How much work does your title do to take readers into the story?Visit Tracy Lynne Oliver's website.
I really struggled with titling my book. The story started with a powerful image; an old black man, head in his hands, sitting on the edge of a bed in a decrepit hotel room or some sort of run-down apartment. I needed to write his story. After putting words down, and learning where it was going, I eventually just used Magician as a working title. I referred to my work in progress as such until the book was complete.
But when the novel was finished, the question I asked myself was what to call it. I did my best to come up with alternatives but nothing else seemed to fit. I kept Magician.
As the book’s story takes you through the life journey of one man, Magician doesn’t seem to capture what the totality of the book is. Magician is only the final version of this man. His story begins even before he is the Boy. So, it might not be the best representation of what the novel is fully about, but it does highlight the gravitas of what he becomes and in that, overcomes.
What's in a name?
My main character doesn’t have a name. Neither do most of the characters in this book.
For many people, names have associations. You know an Ashlee, a Tom, a Vicki or a Steve and you have experiences and feelings about those people, both good, bad or indifferent. For this novel, I wanted my characters to be clean slates. Plus, the novel is set in a world that is ours yet is also kind of not. I wanted my Magician to feel outside the world we are from. Same for his Mother and his Her. If my Magician was named Brad, well, the entire vibe of the book would be different. (No offense to any Brads out there.)
How surprised would your teenage reader self be by your novel?
I think the only surprise my teenage self would have at my novel was that I wrote one. At that time in my life, I was primarily a reader who loved English class the best and enjoyed every writing assignment given by said English class. If my future-self handed my teenage self my very own novel, I think I would’ve been stunned. (It probably would’ve set me on my writing path a lot earlier than it started).
However, I don’t think teenage Tracy would’ve been surprised by the novel itself. I had dark subject matter vibes threaded through me since I bought ghost story books at every Scholastic Book Fair in elementary school. I think teenage me would’ve devoured and loved my novel.
Do you find it harder to write beginnings or endings? Which do you change more?
Beginnings are harder for me. While I usually start with strong imagery and feeling, I don’t know where it’s going until I start writing words down. So, with no clear direction or outline, I hesitantly write my beginning, all the whiletrying to just ‘let go’ and not think, knowing I’ll eventually come back to polish and shine.
Endings eventually reveal themselves. Why constrict my story to build to an already decided ending when my characters may take me elsewhere?
Do you see much of yourself in your characters? Do they have any connection to your personality, or are they a world apart?
I don’t exactly see myself in my characters. They are my creations and I put myself into them rather than the other way around.
At least for now. At least until I write a ‘closer to me’ story, perhaps.
What non-literary inspirations have influenced your writing?
A bright red pair of pants worn by a cooler than I’ll ever be 70-year-old.
A Playschool table and chairs set carefully arranged and ready, sitting in an old creek bed.
A spatula owned for the entirety of the marriage and years after the divorce.
Two cocktails made, poured, garnished and set out, in a sad way, for one.
An offer to a man holding one pack of steak to go ahead of me in a grocery store, who then shakes his head no, then gives me a perverted up and down stare-smile.
Any impactful thing.
--Marshal Zeringue



















