from Focus on the Coast, September, 2013
When I asked Majsan for an interview, she suggested that to get a better understanding of her, I first needed to watch two films: American Gangster and Lord of War. The first is about smuggling heroin in the caskets of fallen soldiers from Vietnam to Brooklyn. The second, about illegal arms-dealers. Then she told me to meet her at 8am on the intra-coastal waterway.
|Majsan at home on 5th St|
photo: Jason Armond
Luckily, rain forced us indoors. I wasn’t sure how to record our interview while paddle-boarding, but that’s how Majsan (pronounced like “my son”) lives her life, always peeking over the edge. Saved by the weather, she showed me her “writer’s cubby” instead, the little tucked-away space near a window on the second floor of one of downtown’s grand old homes. Her editor was visiting from Sweden with her family, so after quick introductions, we swept through to the porch, past the novel-in-progress wall with photos of gangsters. On the wall opposite are pictures of Majsan in the field, wearing NYPD blue in Brooklyn, passing around a forty or “Bompton” with Bloods in Newark, and a host of other characters she’d rather not have me put into print. That the five-foot-four Swede was the Star News crime reporter is remarkable in many ways, the most impressive may be because English is her second language.
Having honed her English at The School of Journalism and Mass Communication at UNC Chapel Hill, her stories have appeared in The New York Times, The Bangkok Post, Café, Cinema, Icon, and National Public Radio.
Here’s an excerpt from a collection of her stories:
Career crazy in Gothenburg, Sweden, to fairly responsible ski bum in Lake Tahoe, California, to carefree beach bum in the Virgin Islands, I had learned to make money off those on vacation. I was a pool shark and I could drink Jack & Cokes like a man three times my size - and still walk fairly straight. All the while, keeping up with great mountain bikers, extreme skiers and play ice hockey with the guys. But on St. John the fast-paced, adrenaline-rushed lifestyle I’d been leading wasn’t available. Instead, there was time in a hammock under a sliver of moon, listening to Cowboy Junkies cut through the velvety night singing slightly off-key. Liming, they called it. The older locals I passed on my way to work laughed at my walking pace. Oh chile, you betta slooo dawn. Slooo dawn,” they would chuckle, shaking their heads.
Always been primed for adventure?
“Many people perceive Sweden as such a safe and secure place...” whispering, “...but there’s no passion. I wanted to write crime novels because they exploded in my late teens and early twenties. Even before Stieg Larsson. I’m a reality junky. Reality beats fiction every time.”
Ever miss your old beat?
“Following the crime, you witness every emotion on the spectrum – a woman whose child had just been murdered, a father whose fifteen-year- old son had just killed somebody–there’s so much disparity. Most watch it in movies; I just happened to be watching it in real life. Some days it can be really sad, and then, there are days when you get to write about the people who are saving lives, taking down the bad guys, the heroism and the emotional blow of unsuccessful attempts. The thrill is on both sides.”
“You have so much material here. Just at this street corner, you have such a dynamic slice of life. Even though I still spend a lot of time traveling, my goal has always been to make a living from writing and have a fabulous hideaway like this as a base.”