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Interview with A.J. Jacobs - 'Drop Dead Healthy'

 

 

 

He's a little crazy, a little nutty and a whole lot of fun. A.J. Jacobs, editor at large of Esquire magazine and author of several self-improvement books, also happens to be an at large acquaintance of mine. We "met" after I'd posted a review of The Know It All on Amazon, writing about how this book pulled me out of a period of grief after the death of one of my best friends. I guess it touched something within him, as a writer, knowing his work had had such a healing effect on me. It was the nature of his book, the ease of putting it down after reading each short entry and picking it up again whenever I felt like it, that kept me going. And the humor didn't hurt, either.

We still "chat" via email now and then. He helps me out by giving me the occasional writerly advice and is generally a kind soul and wonderful person to know.

He granted me an interview previously, after the publication of My Year of Living Biblically, and now, once again, upon publication of Drop Dead Healthy. I am a very lucky person, indeed, to know him.

Here's the interview:

1).  What drew you to write a series of human experiment/self education/self help books? Did you intend this to become your niche, after The Know-It-All?

 

I wish I could say it was a master plan. I love to test things out, and I love to write. So this kind of journalism seemed a good match. (I just re-read this answer. I lied. I don’t love to write. I love to research, interview people and think about stuff. The act of writing is about as pleasant to me as a catheterization). 

 

2).  What was the reaction from your wife and family when it became obvious you were writing more books a lot of people would consider overly-ambitious? 

 

My wife keeps asking me to write something that doesn’t involve major lifestyle disruptions. Maybe a history of wicker furniture.

 

3).  Your books require vast amounts of research. Is it annoying how quickly the reader is able to read it? I imagine it's like Thanksgiving dinner. It takes forever to cook but only about fifteen minutes to eat...

Good point! I hadn’t thought about it, but now that you point it out, I am quite irritated. Slow down, people. Try a word or two a day. 

 

4).  Do you have help with your research? Considering my "day job" profession, I have to ask, do you make use of libraries or librarians when working on the background information? This is where you say how great libraries are.

 

First, I want to say how great libraries are. I love libraries, librarians and the library sciences in general. (I’m not kidding. I really do love libraries. I even like library gossip. I once heard that Melvil Dewey, of decimal system fame, was a big womanizer. True?) 

 

Second, I definitely borrowed stacks of books from the NYPL when writing ‘Drop Dead Healthy.’ But I didn’t delegate much of the research. I love to explore the informational detours, which you can only do if you’re researching it yourself.

 

5).   Ever consider writing fiction? If not, why and if yes, where is it?

I have considered writing a children’s book. I’m looking for an animal that has never been featured in a story before. My latest idea is to give the blobfish a moment in the sun.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/picturegalleries/howaboutthat/7077472/Blobfish-worlds-most-miserable-looking-marine-animal-facing-exinction.html

 

6).    Which of your books took longest to write? Which made your family question your sanity the most?

The new one, Drop Dead Healthy, took a huge amount of time. It should have been out a year ago. But I had a long journey before I could declare myself healthy. As for sanity-questioning, probably The Year of Living Biblically. Like with the biblical rules about purity. Leviticus says you cannot touch women during certain times for the month. And it even says that you cannot sit in a seat where  menstruating woman has sat, because then the seat is impure. My wife found this offensive, so she sat in every seat in our apartment.

 

 

7).   Have you ever had to scrap a book idea because it was too much work or just too difficult?

Not because it was too much work. But I’ve certainly scrapped ideas because they were vetoed by my wife. I wanted to spend a month without face to face communication – live my life totally on line with Facebook and IMs and so on. But my wife said our niece’s bat mitzvah was coming up, and that I was not going to attend by having a monitor at the table with me Skyping from home.

 

8).  Do you have downtime when you can actually read for pleasure? Anything good you've read lately?

I just read “The Righteous Mind” by Jonathan Haidt. It’s a great study of how we form political opinions, and why we are so convinced the other side is a bunch of idiots, when in fact we are often idiots ourselves.

 

9). Any idea what project you'll try tackling next? Will you tell me if I promise not to (verbally) tell anyone else?

My kids are lobbying hard for “A Year of Eating Nothing But Candy.” They said they would join me. That aside, I’m not sure what is next. But I do love getting reader suggestions.

 

10). Is there anything you wouldn't do, or have been warned you'd better not do, even if it would produce a really great book?

I don’t like to go undercover. I tell people right up front that I’m writing a book and I’m here to report. Maybe I was influenced by an experiment I once did in which I practiced Radical Honesty for a month. This is a movement that believes you shouldn’t lie. But more important, whatever’s on your brain should come out of your mouth. No filter.

Overall, this was a horrible month. But it also taught me the liberating feeling of telling the truth and the stress that lies can cause.

 

 

Here's a very loooong interview with A.J. I found on YouTube. Unfortunately, I couldn't embed the much shorter interview he did with CBS News, because they wouldn't allow it. Well la-di-da.

You don't have to watch all of this one, obviously, since it is almost half an hour long. It's not like I'm going to show up at your house and beat you up if you don't (unless you provide an address in the comments section). However, if you do watch it you're guaranteed to be one of God's chosen people and chocolate will rain from the skies. Your choice, people.

 

 

An Interview with Adam Ross

 

 

Mr. Peanut by Adam Ross, Vintage (2011), Review Copy from Publisher/Publicist

 

What does it say about me that I read this book last year and am posting my equally vintage interview with Adam Ross just now? That would be one of those questions I hope no one would ask. So I'm throwing it at myself, in a fit of self-flagellation.

But the answer actually approaches logical, believe it or not. Mr. Peanut is a complex book, so complex a once-over reading isn't nearly enough to catch all the sneaky and brilliant little allusions, the references to things philosphical, art history, etc. My intention was to read the book through once more, before posting the interview. And at the time that seemed like a logical proposal. Now, looking back, it seems rather lame.

In any event, here it is, finally, my interview with Adam Ross - the original Mr. Peanut:

 

1). Do you practice any writing rituals, any special things you do to prepare?

 

I wake very early, write for three hours. Take a break. Run, lift weights, play tennis, take a jiu-jitsu class, something physical. Eat. Hopefully talk to a human being for a while. Do a second two-hour session. Repeat the following day. Sunday is Sabbath, depending on my wife’s Honey-Do list. This is only when I’m cooking with gas, by the way.   

 

2). Do you write longhand or on the computer?

 

Computer for fiction but I journal longhand.

 

3). Can you recall when you knew you wanted to be a writer?

 

 I’ve been scribbling stories forever, honestly. I nearly bored my third-grade class to death with a 13-page long epic about superhuman mercenaries that I read in its entirety during “show and tell,” which come to think of it now should have been called “show don’t tell.” From there I moved to comics, creating scores of superheroes and drawing my own books. Caught the literature bug at Vassar and it was curtains afterward.

 

4). Were you a bookish child? How about your family? Were there many books in your home, growing up?

 

My mom has an MA in literature, she wrote her thesis on Henry James, so yes, there were books everywhere. But I wouldn’t describe myself as bookish. I was a comic book freak, as I mentioned, and my first passionate reading experience came, really, in high school, when I read Frank Herbert’s Dune series and studied the Bible intensively.

 

5). What is your educational background? Was that a good basis for your writing?

 New York’s Trinity School for middle and high school. English degree from Vassar, followed by an MA and MFA from Hollins and Washington University respectively. I don’t see how writing programs hurt an aspiring writer in any way, though in truth it was the exposure to fully formed artists like Richard Dillard, William Gass, and Stanley Elkin that had more of an impact than anything else on my development.

 

6). What are your biggest challenges as a writer, things you struggle with?

I struggle every time I put words to the page. It’s cliché, I know, but it’s no small thing to write an inspired sentence that becomes a paragraph that becomes a scene, and so on. Like any writer, of course, I want to grow, which for me means I’d like to create on a bigger canvas. We’ll see if I can pull it off in my next novel.

 

7). What do you feel are your writing strengths?

 My father says my dialogue is terrific and most people tell me that my writing is highly cinematic. This is very important to me because I’ve always given credence to Conrad’s mantra about making the reader see.

 

8). In Mr. Peanut, was it difficult separating and then weaving together the plot lines? Did you use any particular method for keeping track of plot points?

It was and there came a period during the last two years of drafting where the whiteboard in my office was covered with the most elaborate outlines that only I could read—P¹ and D¹ and M^p1 and M^D1, bizarre stuff that led my wife to occasionally doubt my sanity.

 

9).  What are you saying about marriage in the novel?

There’s this mysterious, paradoxical way in which marriage distances the lover from the beloved while also making her more vital to the lover. Consequently, we occasionally dream of freedom from the person we depend on most in life. The kind of marriage I’m describing is modern marriage, mind: chosen, willful companionship grounded in that most unstable of emotions: love.  

 

10). Are you, or have you, been married?

My wife, Beth, and I will celebrate our 17^th anniversary this August. We’ve been together since 1991 and every day has been bliss, especially after I got her pregnant five months after she gave birth to our first daughter. Yes, in spite of the fact that she was still breast-feeding, we still made time to take long baths together, give each other back- and foot-massages every night, and never, ever fought. Not once.

She also happens to be my best friend on the planet and here comes a whopper cliché: we seem incapable of boring each other.

 

11). Do you feel your book depicts marriage honestly? Is it intended to be realistic?

It depicts a single marriage honestly, the marriage of David and Alice. In his own. In his own novel, David sees aspects of his marriage in the investigating detectives’ marriages, just as they see aspects of their own in his. The Sheppard material, meanwhile, verges on historical fiction: it’s a fact that Sheppard behaved the way he did with his wife Marilyn and his mistress, Susan Hayes. And the astute Hitchcock fan will note that the Hastroll section exactly mirrors the marriages portrayed in Rear Window, including the killer, Lars Thorwald (whose name recombines into Ward Hastroll). So the majority of the book steals data history or another artist reports to us about marriage.

 

12).  How long did you spend researching for MP?

It’s hard to say. A solid year if you combine all the Hitchcock criticism I read as well as the Sheppard material.

 

13). What about Escher and Hitchcock drew you to pull from their philosphies/works?

Those are really two questions. With Escher it was several things. First, his use of tessellation: two connected images that trace the outline of their opposites. I like to say that Mr. Peanut is about three marriages that tell the story of one marriage—an Escher-idea, really. Second, the sudden loss of perspective you experience looking at his work, the ceiling becoming the floor, etc. Marriage can feel similarly emotionally vertiginous. Just ask my wife.

As for Hitchcock, well, there are too many things to enumerate. His obsession with male anxiety and the controlling gaze men try to exert on idealized women, not to mention his obsession with the destructive and saving power of idleness that I noticed in his films when I studied them at Hollins. Idle characters in Rear Window and Vertigo, say, slip into moral hazard but also exorcise themselves of their compulsions during this slide. I use a similar strategy in the novel.

 

14). Are you working on anything new currently? Anything you can share about it?

My short story collection, Ladies and Gentlemen, comes out June 28. I’m very proud of it. It’s really a companion to Mr. Peanut since the stories were written during breaks from the novel.

 

15). What authors do you admire/enjoy reading? Do you credit them with influencing your writing style?

I’m omnivorous but I love Cormac McCarthy, Saul Bellow, Alice Munro, Joseph Conrad, Nabokov, John Hawkes. In all the writers I mentioned there’s this amazing combination of exuberance, intelligence, and great-heartedness that I aspire to in my own work.

 

Thank you, Adam Ross, for the work you put into answering my plethora of questions. And hopefully you'll consider late better than never. Either that or you'll snub me at literary soirees and other events, in which case I will cry quietly into my Diet Pepsi. My life is in your hands.

Visit Adam's website for a complete listing of his works and a bunch of other cool stuff.

And buy his books. You will love them.

 

 

Interview with Irish-American Author Frank Delaney, the Great Storyteller

 

 

 

Author Frank Delaney

"The Most Eloquent Man in the World." - NPR

 

“Every legend and all mythologies exist to teach us how to run our days. In kind fashion. A loving way. But there’s no story, no matter how ancient, as important as one’s own. So if we’re to live good lives, we have to tell ourselves our own story. In a good way.”
- from 'The Last Storyteller'

Irish-American novelist Frank Delaney has been telling the story of his native country through historical fiction for decades. A writer, broadcaster and James Joyce scholar, Delaney has been called by NPR "The Most Eloquent Man In the World."

 

 

 

His most recent novel, 'The Last Storyteller,' is the final installment in his Venetia Kelly trilogy. A mixture of ancient Irish folklore, eerily similar modern recreations of these stories and the beginnings of the Irish Republican Army, the intertwining plot lines revolve around main character Ben MacCarthy, the latest in a long line of seanchis, traveling collectors of folktales. His predecessor, John Jacob O'Neill, realizes he has grown too old to carry on. He is ready to pass the torch on to Ben, teaching him what he will need to know in order to carry on the tradition for posterity.

Venetia Kelly, Ben's former wife, still holds his heart in her hands, though they've been separated for decades. He struggles with the feelings he still holds for her, though she's married to another man, raising Ben's twin children. Learning her new husband treats her violently, Ben must decide what action to take, his fiery temper threatening to lead him into committing an act of violence against the man he despises, while at the same time violence in Ireland itself is unfolding.

'The Last Storyteller' is a deeply felt, moving tale of ancient tradition colliding with the onset of The Troubles, a period in which Ireland engaged in a long, bloody civil war. Hatred and love, coupled with tradition and a land torn apart, 'The Last Storyteller' is an epic historical novel of Ireland told by one of its finest writers.

Mr. Delaney very kindly granted me an interview, taking time out of his busy schedule, for which I am incredibly grateful:

1). Could The Storyteller be set anywhere but Ireland? Would any other setting compare in intensity of history, wealth of folklore?

Naturally, chauvinistically, I'd like to think that it could not be set anywhere but Ireland! But, let me be Irish, and contradict myself immediately. First of all, I try to write for a universal audience. If the definition of the novel is “a prose account of the human condition” then we might as well make it global, might we not? Secondly, years of reading mythology from all around the world, and from time immemorial, has taught me that "people are people are people" and that the story of mankind, as reflected in mythology, has shared long, wide, and colorful strands everywhere. As I say in the Author's Note to The Last Storyteller, “mythology was a bible ever before there was a bible.” So, the answer to your question has to be that this is a story you could find in Alaska, India, Canada, Sri Lanka, Norway – whereever we have placed our feet.

2). How has Ireland changed in your lifetime, or has it? Can The Troubles ever be relegated to history?

Ireland has changed beyond recognition in my lifetime. It has changed politically, socially, spiritually, and culturally. I've always believed that the change began in earnest with the 1963 visit of President Kennedy. His youth, his vigor, his godlike glory showed my generation (I was 20) what was possible. Soon after, Ireland's politicians began to reach out to the world to invite companies in on tax holidays and we began to grow an economy. Next came the contraceptive pill, which loosened social behavior as never before. Shortly after this, scandals hit the Catholic Church like rockets – scandals of embezzlement and child abuse; at the same time, Northern Ireland and the civil rights issue exploded. Now we had a melting-pot to be sure. And how it boiled! For 30 years people fought each other in the streets of that part of the country still under British rule, and only when President Clinton came to power was the matter settled, if somewhat uneasily. By then, the full disgrace of the Catholic Church was underway and people quit worship in droves. To cap it all, an era of unprecedented wealth, the famed Celtic Tiger, began to collapse, and the country is now fighting its way out of bankruptcy. At the moment, there is no violence in the politics; it rumbles from time to time, but given my own personal experiences as a reporter during the worst of the Troubles, I'm grateful for even an afternoon of quiescence.

3). What drives you? What ignites your passion?

Good question – easy to answer! Writing drives me. Writing ignites my passion. The challenge of telling a good story clearly and, I hope, in excellent and vivacious language, across a cultural arc that is as wide as I can make it – that gets me out of bed with delight every morning of my life. Just think of it – the very notion of providing a reader with a book that they find enriching and rewarding is a privilege that I try to service every day.

4). Should we fear technology replacing books? Are you a fan of the digital era?

I'm a fan of anything that enables and advances reading. Technology holds no fears for me – I have a Kindle and an iPad. I read on both and I also have a stack of books on my bedside table. Since the e-reader first began to appear, I have always taken the view that it was “as well as” and not “instead of.” In any case, the book as beautiful object has always been powerful to me – for instance, I have long been a fan of the Folio Society, that deliciously enriching producer and purveyor of beautiful books and have dozens if not hundreds of their gorgeous titles on my bookshelves.

5). As a native Irishman, how do you feel about the pre-packaged Irish stereotype on St. Patrick's Day, the declaration everyone's Irish?

You shouldn't have asked this question! I admire the parade organizers and the parade marshals, and the participants in the parades, the dancers and the pipers and the marchers, who bring such pleasure and such delight to the notion of being Irish all across the United States and indeed the world. It remains extraordinary to me that an island not more than 33,000 square miles in size should be able to have its own national day once a year – what a size of personality that is! So I like the declaration that everybody is Irish for a day – but here comes the warning. I loathe the idea that to be Irish is to be drunk and vomiting and comatose from eight o'clock in the morning on as many streets across the United States as you can find. That's racist behavior, stereotyping the Irish as drunk.. The people who do that offer no representation of anything Irish that I know to be the general ethos of our country, and I wish they would go and throw up in their own yards and stay away from the sweet and good-hearted celebrations of our native saint and our culture.

6). Do you have a dedicated writing space and/or set hours you work? (Maybe the question should be, is there any time you aren't working…)

The second half of the question is the correct perception! I have two desks – one in our Connecticut home and one in our New York office. Insofar as decent social and marital behavior will allow (!) I am at those desks as often as I can be. As to hours of work – I find that I like best the work that I do earliest in the day. Over the years I've tried to refine as much as possible what kind of work I do in which period. So I reserve the morning, especially the early morning, for original composition, and try to do the rewriting at other hours of the day. But when a book is nearing an end, all those rules go out the window, and I write all the hours I need, sometimes ten, twelve, fourteen hours at a stretch.

7). Longhand, computer or typewriter? Which is your preference?

I tend to start a book in longhand – I make notes, I filled page after page of notebooks with odd jottings, observations, questions and inquiries. Out of this a general shape and idea seems to arrive somewhere, and I begin to write the first third of the book on the computer. That first section can take four to five times as long as the remaining two sections together.

8). Silly question, but why Joyce? Why devote so much time to lovingly explicate Ulysses, page by page? Thank you, by the way, but why?

Why Joyce? Why not?! Seriously – he remains, for me, one of the greatest writers of all time, and since I discovered him for myself, and began to revel in the joy that I find in him, I felt almost obliged to find a way of spreading that enjoyment. I know, I know, it seems nuts – but since I first started unpacking Ulysses phrase by phrase, with the express intention of leaving not a reference unexplained by the time I've finished, I've had something else wonderful happen to me. Apart from the hundreds of thousands of downloads of the weekly podcast, and the thrill of the enjoyment that people are good enough to share with me when they write to me, I am learning the most fabulous new raft of knowledge. Joyce had an extraordinary mind – he may have been one of the best read people of all time, and by taking the time and trouble to interrogate his – often very dense – references, I am learning what he knew. And passing it on. I can scarcely imagine a more enjoyable task.

9). How strong is the pulse of literary fiction, criticism and serious examination of literature in the 21st century? Who are today's shining literary lights?

Great question! People have been saying for generations, “Oh, the novel is dead.” Well, it ain't – nor is that wonderful American invention, creative nonfiction, nor is biography, nor is political writing. And as well as the books, the commentariat is alive and well. In fact, there's an argument to be made that it's healthier than ever, because we now have this wonderful new creature, the Literary Blogger. I'm a massive fan of this gorgeous animal, with all its fur and feathers – for a number of reasons. My main complaint about the general direction of literary criticism over the last century has been – and Joyce is a case in point – that it tended, in its lofty tone and often impenetrable language (not to mention occasional vendetta behavior), to be antidemocratic, to keep certain areas of literature to itself, whereas my own passion is for as many people as possible to be reading as widely as possible. The Literary Bloggers have no axes to grind, they're not protecting their reputations, they don't fear being sneered at by other critics, they're reading what they want to read, writing what they want to write, and they don't want to keep what they enjoy to themselves. They want to share. They want to expand the constituency of reading. They want to hail and applaud good writing. To my mind this is a very significant development – uneven, I grant, here and there, but, dammit, not as uneven as the generations of formal literary critics, and the blogging intention is so good and so worthy of loud vocal support that you can call it truly a new and, to my mind, incomparably welcome development in the world of reading and writing.

 

Frank Delaney's website

 

Bleak House, Various and sundry.

My hands were itching to talk books with you all week but my wishes were thwarted due to a Typepad glitch. Seems the goodly blogging platform had quite a taste for all things Bluestalking. Not only would it not let me save new posts, it ate the last two I wrote as well and of course I hadn't backed them up because nothing like this has happened in forever. And I hope it had galloping indigestion to match my level of irritation.

Appealing to them via Twitter did me no good, a tactic that's served me well in the resolution of other consumer complaints, most recently in the replacement of a brand new sofa with a mangled underside. If there's one thing you never want it's a mangled underside and I was certainly having no part of that, especially when it's literally just been brought through the door. The store refused to replace it, offering instead to "fix" it. Unacceptable. Telling over a thousand followers of my woes got immediate attention. The store tweeted me within minutes and I had a phone call to schedule a re-delivery/switch the next business day. Now that is customer service, even if I had to lean on them to get it. Let them push me around? I think not.

That explains, in more detail than you needed, my relative internet silence over the past few days. But today I'm having another go, cautiously optimistic my computer won't blow up or my underside become mangled. If it does, I'm relying on all of you to Tweet it to the world.

 

In Progress:

Bleak House by Charles Dickens

Yes, yes I was supposed to have finished it for last Wednesday's book discussion but that didn't happen. It was nearly impossible reading Dickens at the galumphing pace required, but luck was with me and no one else save our brave facilitator had finished, either. In fact, I'd gotten the furthest of us all, save the one person who finished but was unable to attend. Victory! Well, of sorts.

Consensus was the book was very, very long. A wise conclusion considering how much paper is between the covers. As to the story itself, opinion was a bit more mixed. Keeping all gazillion characters and plotlines straight proved a difficulty not worth the effort for some, roughly half I would say. One gentleman, after reading only the first few pages, saw fit to pick up the Cliff Notes instead, eschewing the original for the shortcut. What's discouraging is he seemed to have as good a grip on things as I did, having finished roughly 85%. Then again, he wasn't obliged to read the vast quantity of words with which I grappled. So there.

 

We spent an awful lot of time asking each other, "What was the name of the _____ family's friend's servant?" and trying to untangle everyone with a similar name to another character. Partly because of this, if you haven't read Bleak House (or have but still aren't sure exactly what was happening) it's almost impossible spoiling the plot for you. The question would be, which plot are you even talking about, since there are so many. Of course they all funnel into the main plot regarding Esther Summerson (and cousins Richard and Ada), Lady Dedlock and the ongoing court case Jarndyce v. Jarndyce, in one way or other. It's always baffling how Dickens will manage to bring it all together by the end, yet always he does, minus a few characters who wander off but in some ways that's for the best, for the sanity of the reader.

 

So, what does BH say about Dickens and the Victorians? Jarndyce v. Jarndyce illustrates opinion about lawyers and court cases hasn't changed at all since the Victorians. Lawyers are generally nasty, self-serving creatures and court cases convoluted and dull. Shock horror!

As for the innocents, they so often suffer, sometimes losing their lives in unjust and unnecessary circumstances. Innocents include those with mental disabilities, children and those from the lower social order in general. BH is particularly sharp in the anger it directs at do-gooders, Mrs. Jellyby being a prime example, the woman so concerned with a village in Africa she doesn't notice anything happening in her own home. And I do mean anything. And Mr. Jellyby! If there's a better example of deep clinical depression in all of Victorian fiction I haven't read it.

Poor Mr. Jellyby, forever sitting with his head against a wall.

So, what of charity, to Dickens? Certainly not much of merit, extending past temporarily alleviating the suffering of those at hand. But even in that case, using Jo and his illness as an example, charity can backfire, leaving the best-intentioned permanently blemished. Going out of your way to help take care of your fellow wo/man doesn't fare well at all in BH.

Dickens has been called out before re: his depiction of women as either saints or whores. BH is filled with examples of saints - the "angels" in the house - with only one true "whore" in Lady Dedlock. She pays the price of her transgressions, in cruel ways. To be fair, so does the man who was the other half of that relationship, but he's largely shrouded in mystery. We know how he dies - destitute and alone - and there's a suggestion it was intentional, but Dickens shows us every bit of Lady Dedlock's agony.

 

The saint above all saints in BH is Esther Summerson, a character who may - I'm warning you - drive you barking mad by mid-book. She's exaggeratedly kind (and I really don't think it's intented ironically). Her interaction with Ada made me feel vaguely nauseous. There's friendship, then there's over the top and saccharine. But even the saints don't escape some very steep trials.

 

 

Did Dickens hate women? Oh, I don't know. There's lots written about it. I can tell you he treated his wife with callous indifference and almost surely had an affair with a beautiful actress. He also had a sort of crush on his dead sister-in-law, practically throwing himself in her grave when she died. Not sure what all that proves, if anything.

Ask me more later in the year. I'll know better by then.

Gillian Anderson as Lady Dedlock, BBC - 2005

 

Dickens at 200

Serendipitous Bleak House was the January read in our classics book group, considering the Inimitable's 200th birthday is coming up February 7th.

Martin Chuzzlewit is next up for me, in my personal celebration of all things Dickens. MC and the recent Claire Tomalin bio. This will be my first foray into MC and I know nothing about it - one reason I'm looking forward to the experience.

After MC I honestly can't say I'll have the luxury to fit in another Dickens novel in 2012, since I am attacking Ulysses starting Bloomsday this year (June 6). I'm allowing the rest of the year to read that one properly, relying heavily on true Irishman Frank Delaney and his podcasts on Ulysses to minimize my inevitable confusion.

To celebrate properly I'd need to take a trip to Dublin. I'm cheating myself by not doing so and I think I'll put that on my official Bucket List. There's a pub out there, somewhere, that has a stool with my name on it, and a few barrels of Guinness to get together a good drinking game to go along with a public reading of the book. One swallow for every swear should have me under the table in less than two hours. Change that to every sentence longer than a page and I'll be out in half that time. Of course it's likely I'd wake up with a shamrock - or worse - drawn on my forehead and my hair matted in who knows what.

Yes, onto the Bucket List it goes.

 

 

From an article in The Guardian

 

 

A Long Long Way by Sebastian Barry

Heartrendingly gorgeous and I'm in no hurry to finish, as Sebastian Barry hasn't written all that many novels. I do so love his writing and this in no way involves a massive crush of an adolescent nature, mixed with a great appreciation of his lyricism and unfailingly gorgeous writing.

I'm further along but reluctantly so. It's difficult reading about the horrors of war and I've grown so fond of Willie Dunne it's hard seeing inhumane events through his eyes. Right now I'm just past the point at which he realizes his last letter offended his father, though he's not positive why. And as for the lovely Gretta... I just don't trust that one. Great looking or not, I have a feeling Willie could have chosen better than herself with the green eyes.

 

 

Author Sam Savage

 

Glass by Sam Savage - Currently reading for review.

I have loved Sam Savage's writing since his first novel, Firmin:

"Savage's sentimental debut concerns the coming-of-age of a well-read rat in 1960s Boston. In the basement of Pembroke Books, a bookstore on Scollay Square, Firmin is the runt of the litter born to Mama Flo, who makes confetti of Moby-Dick and Don Quixote for her offspring's cradle."

- Publishers Weekly

I interviewed him following the publication of that novel, now that I think of it. Such a dear man.

Glass is about a widow asked to write a new introduction for the re-issue of her late husband's book but actually more about her life, memories and adjustment to being alone. What's sweetly poignant is there's a rat in this novel, as well, though the standard mammal who isn't able to read and express himself in words. Loads more than this is poignant but it was the rat that really got to me.

Between Firmin and Glass there was The Cry of the  Sloth:

"Living on a diet of fried Spam, vodka, sardines, cupcakes, and Southern Comfort, Andrew Whittaker is slowly being sucked into the morass of middle age. A negligent landlord, small-time literary journal editor, and aspiring novelist, he is—quite literally— authoring his own downfall. From his letters, diary entries, and fragments of fiction, to grocery lists and posted signs, this novel is a collection of everything Whittaker commits to paper over the course of four critical months."

- from Amazon.com

I love books that rip out my heart, dice it to bits and toss it onto a plate. Even better are those with a wicked dark sense of humor involving books, readers and/or writers. Sam Savage manages to hit my soft spots in every, single book he writes. He's not nearly as well known as he should be.

Read him. Do.

 

Restoring Grace by Katie Fforde - Reading for librarian group.

Nope, I'm not one for conventional romance and my last reading round up covered the reasons I chose this when forced to read outside my genre comfort zone: British, ancient home and single women living together, making a go of it sans men. Oh, and the Irishman, coming to woo the owner of the ancient home...

 Shush.

 

Losing It: In Which An Aging Professor Laments His Shrinking Brain by William Ian Miller

From the good people at Yale U.P. and it's basically about what it says. It makes a good NF read to pick up while the rest of the family's watching t.v.  I can read NF with noise going on around me but not fiction. Not without a rise in blood pressure that's not worth it, I should say.

 

Coming Soon:

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers - next read for classics group.

Love this book, can't wait to re-read, so you know it must be a heart-ripper. Also planning to squeeze in McCullers's unfinished autobiography, an Amazon purchase I allowed myself last week, though my fondness for the Amazon Daily Deal eBook has me well on my way toward addiction. Funny how I managed to side-step making an actual resolution about book buying this year. Or, not so much funny as frightening.

 

Reviews:

In between reads for BookBrowse, LibraryJournal and Booklist. Then there are the various and sundry review books, otherwise known as The Great Horde, including Barry Unsworth's latest The Quality of Mercy.

Also checked out from the library: How it All Began by Penelope Lively and Secrets of the Sea by Nicholas Shakespeare. Re: the latter, right now I can't recall what it's about or why I ordered it. Must have had some good reason. Funny, the ILL books that wind up on my desk are usually of this ilk. I either can't remember requesting them or why.

 

As usual, I'm obviously bereft of great reading material. All my time is wasted on breathing, eating and sleeping until such time as I can find my way back to reading. They say Americans are reading less and less every year, though whether that includes Tweets and McDonald's game pieces I don't know.

I smell another government study that needs funding! Perhaps I'll drop past Twitter and mention it.

 

 

 

 

 

Dean Faulkner Wells, 1936 - 2011

 

Dean Faulkner Wells died today. The name, aside from the stand-out Faulkner, may not mean anything to you, but once I say she was the niece, and last living relative to have personally known William Faulkner, I expect I'll have your attention.

Wells, along with her husband Larry, founded Yoknapatawpha Press, a very small publisher with a very small catalog, including their own publications. Earlier this year, Random House published her book Everyday by the Sun: A Memoir of the Faulkners of Mississippi, which I'd pre-ordered through Amazon and read as soon as I'd removed it from the packaging. It wasn't written in what I'd term a highly literary style, but my expectations her uncle's miraculous writing would rub off on her were ridiculous in the first place. That sort of talent isn't one passed along in the genes.

However, what she didn't have in literary style she had in memories, and a willingness to share. I felt moved by her book, grateful she'd written it, creating a new window into the life of a writer so iconic to me I can't express it properly.

I thought myself cheeky when I emailed her asking for a brief interview, and thrilled when she said yes. I sweated over the questions, not wanting to ask anything too complex, anything demanding a long, drawn-out answer that would annoy her. But the greedy impulse to obtain a scoop was there, as well, the wish she'd throw out something that hadn't made it into the book. I won't lie.

She answered my questions, though in such a brief, cursory style I felt irritated. I'd spent so much time biting my nails, hoping she'd come through and reply, and what I got back could best be described as terse. So I sat on them, too intimidated to ask for more, and too disappointed to decide I'd go ahead and post them here.

Today I heard she'd died, following a stroke. My immediate feeling was sorrow, following quickly by regret and a touch of shame I hadn't appreciated her effort, knowing she was a busy woman and had more on her agenda than answering my questions.

Wherever she is now, I'd like her to know I'm sorry and humbled. 

Following is the interview in full, very late but I hope better than never.

Ms. Wells, thank you for everything.

 

An Interview With Dean Faulkner Wells

 

1).    Why did you decide to write a biography of the Faulkner family? Did you feel the other works about your famous uncle didn't include enough about the family?

Well, it's not a biography, actually, but an autobiography which includes my family. As the last surviving member of my generation I felt a responsibility to write down my memories lest they be lost.

2).    So many accounts about WF state he was anti-social to the point of rudeness. Did he truly detest receiving so much attention, or was he misunderstood?

Pappy was pleasant when he wanted to be. Sometimes he seemed to enjoy the attention, but most of the time he preferred his privacy.

2).    If you had to name one stand-out memory about WF, what would that be?

I loved to see him sitting quietly on the gallery at Rowan Oak smoking his pipe, lost in thought.

3).    Which of your uncle's novels is your favorite, and why?

Absalom, Absalom! - because it is at once the most difficult and the most rewarding.

3).    Why do you think Mississippi, and the Deep South in general, have turned out some of the finest writers in America's history?

The oral story-telling tradition that is so embedded in Mississippi's culture.

4).    What is it about Mississippi that seems to have such a hold on readers? Why are books set in the South (some written by northern writers) about the South so popular?

The tragedy of slavery and racism and violence combined with the comic relief of manners.

5).    Have you written other books? Ever tried your hand at fiction?

"The Ghosts of Rowan Oak: William Faulkner's Ghost Stories for Children"
and another children's story, "Belle Duck at the Peabody"

6).    How long did it take to do all the research involved in your book?

Two years, give or take.

7).    Do you feel you communicated everything you wanted to tell, or have you since remembered stories or anecdotes you wish you'd included?

There is a great deal I wish I had included.

8)    What were some of your sources? And your biggest challenges?

I drew mostly on memory, personal experience and interviews. The biggest challenge was getting started.

9).    What prompted you to form your own private press? How many titles have you published?

My husband Larry began working for Yoknapatawpha Press as an editor in 1976. We bought the press from the founder, Howard Duvall, in 1979. We've published 35 titles.

10).    Who are your personal favorite writers? Have you read anything lately you'd recommend?

Cormac McCarthy, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Margaret Atwood, Charles Portis. Recently, Howard Norman's "What is Left the Daughter"

11).    Are you planning to write any more books? Are you working on anything currently?

My husband and I are planning to write a non-fiction book together.

 

 

Horse, Flower, Bird: Stories by Kate Bernheimer: A review and interview

 

"There is more life in fish than in jewels, though diamonds do glint."

 

We never outgrow our fascination with fairy tales. It may be easy to dismiss fantastic stories as the stuff of childhood, but fairy tales are deceptively multi-layered. On the surface  may be a young girl falling down a  rabbit hole, meeting odd creatures in improbable - and often humorous - circumstances, but behind the apparent innocence lies a cleverly hidden sense of menace, separated by the thinnest of membranes. 

And why is that? For what reason have writers of  fairy tales chosen to couch evil within seemingly innocuous stories? Not an expert on the subject by any means, I would suggest the moral beneath the story is meant to sink into a child's subconcious, threatening him or her with all manner of punishment for misbehaving. And because the violence is subsumed, only occasionally stated expressly, to an innocent mind it may not be obvious at all. But the moral of the story will certainly creep in, nonetheless.

Like works of fantasy, fiction is thinly disguised reality: depicting stories about love and loss, sorrow and death, characters set apart from the mainstream, and all the tragedy and comedy that is life. Not much about fantasy needs to be tweaked to turn it into fiction, and vice versa. In both, worlds are created - internally or externally. Themes may not carry a distinct, identifiable moral in general fiction, but regardless there is an author writing the story, an author who, no matter how hard he or she intends to be objective, cannot help but insinuate personal bias into the prose. And that bias sinks into the reader, who may choose to accept or reject the principle, but will nevertheless have experienced the impact of subconscious suggestion.

So, is that equivalent to the suggestion fairy tales inject into children? Children are like sponges, absorbing at an amazingly fast rate while they're young. And adults? We're still suggestible, but have built up our own ideas of morality and life lessons. So perhaps for us fairy tales, and fiction in general, have less of an impact. But that doesn't make the reading less enjoyable. As adults we're capable of seeing both layers of meaning, which may shock us when we remember reading fairy tales to our children.

What sets a fairy tale apart? They're deceptively simple tales that teach a lesson or moral value of some sort. Innocent children regularly figure in the stories, thrust into a world that feels over-sized and menacing. Often they have a dream-like feel, the same disconnect from reality our subconscious generates, carrying over impressions formed during the day, connecting them in often nonsensical ways. 

Evil, or a feeling of unease, is palpable in fairy tales. There is no lasting sense of safety; around every corner is the potential for surprise. And not every surprise is good.

Kate Bernheimer's collection Horse, Flower, Bird contains eight fairy tales featuring women. In each the female protagonist is ultimately left alone, marginalized or contained in some way. A few choose isolation,  and selective mutism, drawing into themselves as a means of self-preservation. The cages these characters choose are real, and often of their own making. Which isn't to say there is no attempt to find happiness, but, rather, circumstances assume the same larger-than-life control that exists in fairy tales geared toward children.

In the first story, "A Cuckoo Tale," an innocent child learns she cannot be loved unless she is obedient to the point of subservience. "A Tulip's Tale" could be summed up by the line, "The home in which you reside is not forever."  Loss is one theme in "A Doll's Tale," but so is the development of a child's imagination as a result of that loss. "A Petting Zoo Tale" is a particularly surreal and strange imagining about what happens to a woman when she subsumes her own happiness for the sake of her husband. That true happiness cannot be held onto too tightly or it will either cease to thrive, or even die, is a theme in "A Cageling Tale." In "Garibaldi," a young girl with a physical deformity learns she will never be in a position to ask for what she wants from life. "A Star Wars Tale" is about two sisters too well aware of the looming menace of sexual violence, and, finally, "Whitework" reminded  me of "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, the story of a woman driven to madness, restricted for what others consider to be her own good.

Of course my descriptions are very brief. That's because the stories themselves are very short. Expanding on them would be the equivalent of spoiling them, which is the last thing I want to do.

I hope readers who don't consider fairy tales to be normal reading fare will consider giving this collection a try. You just may be surprised how well you enjoy them.

• Paperback: 208 pages
• Publisher: Coffee House Press (August 24, 2010)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1566892473
• ISBN-13: 978-1566892476

 

 An Interview with Author Kate Bernheimer

 

 

1.    What influenced you to pursue the writing life? Does the reality of it
    match what you imagined?

When I was a kid my parents let me lug home all the books I could carry from the Waban Public Library. Thank goodness for the 1970’s librarian there, who had stocked fairy-tale books in the “adult room” upstairs and downstairs, too, where I fell in love with Kenneth Grahame, Zilpha Keatley Snyder, E. Nesbit, Joan Aiken, and so many others. It was a love of reading that led me to write—it was a way to be in a storybook world all of the time, to furnish its little rooms and go on an adventure from there. I associated writing with being at home, with reading, and with hanging out at the library. These were the things I most liked to do and they still are. That I get to call reading and writing fairy tales, and teaching and lecturing on them, and working on a fairy-tale revival my actual mode of employment? I never imagined it possible! I was just a kid who loved reading fairy tales.

2. Why fairy tales? What, or perhaps who, originally drew you to this genre?
 
I loved them the moment I met them as a reader, which was pretty young, via Golden Books, and books like The Lonely Doll and Little Fur Family. The first story I ever published (in a circular my dearest friend and I mimeographed and distributed to family members)  was a serialized fairy tale. That was 1977. Fairy tales felt like the world I liked to imagine, perhaps. So I read lots of fairy-tale books, but I also encountered fairy tales other places—movies, ballets. I had a friend who was in the Boston Ballet and I’d go see her perform, get seats in the way back of the theater. My mother bought me paper doll books of ballet characters and books such as “Tales from the Ballet” with the beautiful illustrations by the Provensens, and took me to ballet movies. My grandfather showed us the Disney movies in his basement on a projector—he borrowed the reels through some mysterious business arrangement we never quite understood—I remember that once, during “Snow White” or maybe “Fantasia,” the film started to melt at the edges. We thought the melting was part of the movie! It all seemed very magical, Oz-like, down there. And the friend I did the circular with for years, her father told us fairy tales up in her attic when I’d sleep over, starting at age six or so.  Then, in my twenties, I was lucky enough to stumble across the fairy-tale scholarship in the library one day, which I had no idea previously even existed; fairy tales hadn’t made their way into my college classrooms, never one time. The scholarly books were just as amazing as the tales, full of wise mystery and wonder. It all began in the library.
 
And all of this magnetized me to “the fairy-tale genre,” though I should state that I think of fairy tales as The Genre, the most dynamic and becoming genre, in that, as a minoritarian art form excluded from the literary mainstream (see the National Book Foundation’s award guidelines, which exclude retellings of fairy tales from eligibility), they enter all stories whether via reflection or via resistance.

Certainly, I am drawn to one of the primary motifs of many traditional tales: the weak prevailing over the strong. It’s a big one for me. And I am drawn to their hard facts (as Maria Tatar calls them in her brilliant study, The Hard Facts of The Grimms’ Fairy Tales). Bad things happen in these stories, very bad things. Just like out here. Also some pretty nice things happen too: sublime things that shimmer. “The folktale is real,” as Italo Calvino once said. As a person trying to make art, I am drawn to their techniques and how they help me tell stories better, techniques like abstraction, everyday magic, isolation, intuitive logic, depthlessness. The more fairy tales I read and the more I learn about their history from scholars, the more I am indebted to fairy tales for offering boundless possibility spaces for readers.

3. For someone who hasn’t read fairy tales, how would you describe the genre?
What keywords would you use to describe essential elements?
 
Really anyone who has read a story has read a fairy tale—Runaway Bunny is a fairy tale. So is Twilight. So is Lolita.  So, fairy tales are everywhere you want to look for them, if you follow their breadcrumbs; they are stories with a fairy-tale affect.  (A friend just gave me a tiny vintage baby doll head with elephant ears and a trunk for a nose: that’s a fairy tale too.)  Some of the key words to describe their techniques—which collapse and expand, disappear and transform, depending on author---are abstraction, realism, intuitive logic, depthlessness, and everyday magic.
 
It might do well to note what fairy tales are not: they are not, when you look at the thousands of variants of stories around the world, insider stories. They are not frothy stories of princesses getting saved and married. Some girls in the stories are princesses who get saved and married, but there are also boys who get saved and married, and girls who get married and eaten, and boys who get married and turned into dogs. There are three-headed men who eat too much, and old women who give birth to hedgehogs and love them. There are girls who are chopped up and carried in baskets and then put back together and live, who are saved by their sisters. There are boys who are foolish, and girls who are nasty, and kind stepmothers and wicked children. They are not whatever celebrity magazines in the grocery store claim when they announce the next “fairy-tale wedding," unless you consider that often, such a headline is predictive of certain disaster, and you can count on a fairy tale to have certain disaster, even if it had a happy ending at last. Tolkien felt that the happy ending of a fairy tale was drastically underappreciated as an art form; I agree so much that I used his quote about that as the epigraph to my most recent novel, The Complete Tales of Lucy Gold.
 
It’s important to note for readers who might not be aware--which is understandable since this is not much discussed by anyone but me, because I'm obsessed--that fairy tales come in all forms and styles; though every fairy tale will share the affect of fairy tales with other fairy tales, each fairy tale will reveal amplified and minimized fairy-tale techniques that suit its little, temporary author. Every fairy tale is a kind of humpty dumpty: it’s been taken apart and put back together again, by someone. We recognize fairy tales when we see them, though they always look a little bit . . . different. As examples of the variation: “The Swimmer” by John Cheever, a great suburban fairy tale, is very different from a much more abstract story actually called “Suburban Fairy Tale” by Katherine Mansfield; Hans Christian Andersen’s short story “The Girl Who Trod on a Loaf” bears little resemblance in length, but shares in exquisite motifs, to the masterful, long Kathryn Davis novel of the same title.

4. What draws the adult reader to fairy tales, in your opinion?
 
Well, they are great fun to read, and smart, and peculiar, and difficult, and exciting, and they make you think and imagine.  Fairy tales perform all of the wonders of reading—through alchemy they bring the reader inside the story, where he seems pretty happy to live: “man and boy, sir, man and boy,” as the writer and fairy-tale enthusiast Lydia Millet’s father used to say (though he said it about smoking, not reading, but I like the phrase and I was challenged to use it publicly over drinks a couple of weeks ago, and I think it works here).  The saying means, of course, something enjoyed from childhood to adulthood, and/or passed down from adult to child, but I say “where he seems pretty happy to live” intentionally, and not he or she, because I think men are discouraged from reading fairy tales by misinformation about what they are—again, they are not fragile-princess-gets-married stories at all.  And I find that some writers are afraid they won’t be considered serious authors if they admit to liking fairy tales, which is really sad and a sign of prejudice against them. Some writers have told me point blank that this is the reason for their declining my invitation to contribute to an edited book. There are many reasons for this sad state of affairs, which I am speculating about in a new essay.
 
Those many readers I meet who LOVE fairy tales--and they REALLY LOVE THEM--are usually proud to be in the know that in their early manifestations fairy tales were not intended for children, even though they often featured children, and over the years were rewritten to "teach" children (oddly). Retelling after retelling cannot shake them from those knotted and bottomless roots. The adult reader, as a “former child” (Andre Breton’s phrase) still has access to wonder. Thank goodness. Whenever I give a fairy-tale book to an adult to read, they are enchanted—I like playing fairy godmother this way, finding just the right book for this or that person, to reintroduce them to stories they have forgotten were so strange.
 
C. S. Lewis once wrote that he preferred fairy tales when he was older, because he could “put more into them, and thus get more out of them.”  I don’t know that I feel like that, but I’m glad that he did.

5.    How is the writing of fantasy/fairy tale books for children different than writing for adults? Is the quality of darkness the same, or do you lighten that for children?

Whatever I am working on at a given time—it simply makes a better or worse book for a particular age when it’s done. For me, sitting at the desk, the art of writing for children is no different from the art of writing for grown-ups at all. It takes exactly the same mind for me, that is to say the only one that I have (so far at least).

And alas! I have not been bestowed with the gift of ‘lightening’ things up, pretty much ever. But lots of children’s books don’t lighten things up. There are some pretty glum moments in Bread and Jam for Frances---those sad songs she sings to herself! She was the world’s first depressed little badger! And not-lightening, that’s why Goodnight Moon can give you the shivers though it’s hardly frightening to children.  “Goodnight nobody, goodnight air.” Heart-wrenching for me when I read it to my kid—that nothing beyond—it’s hard to read that with her in her pajamas, all beatific and cozy in bed, without tearing up, but I’m a sap.

My short stories for grown-ups are often considered quite dark—and I must say, I am not the cheeriest person. But I do keep things sparse, because I am easily frightened by my own language—this is how it may seem that I ‘lighten’ things up. I take things out of the sentences, but leave their shadow in there. That is, perhaps, a way of lightening, now that I think about it.

6.    I have to ask… What is the significance of the color pink in your latest collection?   
    Did I guess correctly that it has significance?

Thank you for asking this question. Pink is, indeed, often in Horse, Flower, Bird. I also have a new collection recently completed with many pink moments, including a story called “Pink Horse Tale” about a glass figurine.  This color also appears a lot in my novel trilogy about three sisters (Lucy, the happy sister, is literally enchanted by pink; Ketzia, the sad sister, once wears an awkward pink dress embroidered with little mice figures;  and Merry, the mean sister, denounces the color. ) 

I have a long history with the color pink; some but not all of it happy.  Associating pink with fairy tales specifically began with The Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang. It was the first one of his volumes I read. I chose it for the color of the cover of course, and it forever affixed the color pink to fairy tales. Pink itself wasn’t much of a factor in the stories themselves. But yet—it happened. The saying about looking at things through rose-colored glasses interested me as a kid; I didn’t understand what anyone meant by the saying but the idea of rose-colored glasses—a world where people looked through these—seemed amazing to me. As a child I named my bedroom “The Pink Palace.” Imagine my delight when as an adult I discovered that Joseph Cornell has an artwork of the same title.  I had a pink shag rug. I wanted very much to be a ballerina in large part because of the opportunity to wear pink toe shoes and tutus.  So, as with fairy tales, I was simply drawn in . . .

But a deep association between the color pink and my own fairy tales was set in stone when my dear friend, the poet Sarah Hannah, and I learned in high school via research that Sylvia Plath (who loved fairy tales) wrote the drafts of her poems on pink paper.  So Sarah and I began to write on pink paper too—fairy-tale poems—and sent each other pink gifts over the years after college (which we attended together): candles, stationery, t-shirts. She once mailed me two pink curtains.  When Sarah died I committed myself even more to pink fairy tales. The color, for me, represents, too the egregious belittlement of girls’ nursery rooms, which have been for a very long time one of the safe havens for fairy tales.

7.    I also saw the theme of the isolation/marginalization (is that a word?!) of women
    in your book. Is there a message you sought to convey, or is this the natural
    direction your writing took you?

Isolation is an interest of mine—that is, I like to think about it. Fairy tales isolate their characters; they’re pretty much always isolated from home or connection to family. The trilogy of novels is very much a meditation on isolation. The girls are isolated inside of books—as avid readers of fairy tales. And they are isolated as characters too: though they are unaware, much of their solitude has been the result of stigmatization. I am interested in how fairy tale characters are isolated from social community and must often fend for themselves—yet how the traditional tales escape tedious self-involvement (a selfish character in a fairy tale is frequently punished). The trilogy is, for me, the girls’ safety zone, but alas, a false one: a “little coffin of hope,” to borrow a phrase from novelist Timothy Schaffert. There is no innocent magic, as Kathryn Davis’s lovely blurb for the book suggests. And the details of fairy tales are isolated too.  In a room, like the room in my story “Whitework,” there are only a few things, just the essentials, what the story needs to go forth and continue: things are isolated in rooms and in stories, which is a technique, and it is not the same thing as minimalism.

I like your idea that the stories in Horse, Flower, Bird might seek to convey messages, via telepathy, or if you read the book backwards, or soaked it in water and put it out in the sun and saw which letters faded, leaving only a secret code that you then keyed into a locket that opened.  I’m often asked what meanings I am trying to conceal in my stories.  Truly I am always trying to write the most lucid and clear possible thing.

8.    Nicoletta Ceccoli illustrated your children’s book The Girl in the Castle Inside the
    Museum, and I see she’s illustrated many other works with fantasy/fairy tale
    elements. What drew you to her work?

I was introduced to Nicoletta’s work through my editor at Random House, Anne Schwartz (of the brilliant team Schwartz & Wade). She invited Nicoletta to illustrate that story—and what a perfect invitation it was. When the first images arrived in the mail I got shivers; they’re gorgeous, haunting, strange, and very lonely, but not in the end, which is the whole idea of the book: that art can make you less lonely, that a book or picture is always your friend.  She got that—and our correspondence over the years since the book came out has been so meaningful to me. More to the point her work is just amazing, all of it. I had the honor of writing a foreword to a book of her adult art that just came out in France, called Beautiful Nightmares—I would love to collaborate with her again. Her work—like that of Mark Ryden, Ruby Osorio, Kiki Smith, Julie Heffernan, Rachel Feinstein, and many others—reveals the deep influence of fairy tales on contemporary art.

13.    Do you believe eBooks will eventually come to replace paper and glue books?

I’m fairly sure that the fairy-tale revival we’re seeing—which I have dedicated the past 15 years of my life to introducing to readers—has a lot to do with a great love of story books—that magical turning of pages—and will help to preserve them, at least for a while.

 14.   Are you alarmed by or accepting of the rapid rise of digital technology and
    electronic readers?

There are wonderful scholars of the book, and heroic archivists and librarians—such as Gary Frost of the University of Iowa, whom I saw speak last year at the Omaha Lit Fest—who are not alarmed, who are accepting, and I will go with them, since they’re experts in the history of books, and have dedicated their lives to books more selflessly than I have.

And as a fairy-tale author and reader, I’m made happy by the heightened awareness these technologies have brought to bear on theoretical questions of authenticity, originality, property, narrative distribution, replication, reproduction, and copies. Less worship of the individual hero—more appreciation for something that (gasp) may not be ‘original’—is nothing but good. Technological inventions have helped set the stage for us to look back and forward for fairy tales in thousands of versions, and appreciate these replications as art. I am kept awake worrying about extinction, but not of books. I think that we are returning to fairy tales in part because we wish for the alarming extinction to cease.

15.    What’s next for you? Are you working on anything presently?

Thanks for asking! I recently completed a collection of stories in the style of Horse, Flower, Bird and I am about to finish writing a novel about suicide based in part on Goodnight, Moon and other childhood favorites (boy, that sounds cheery). It is set largely at night in a park a lot like my favorite city park: Mt. Tabor in Portland, Oregon. I’m also working on a script with someone who is interested in optioning The Girl in The Castle inside The Museum for animation. Starting in June—when my lecturing and reading and teaching schedule winds down and I meet a few pressing deadlines, all wonderful but keeping me from the storybook desk—I am really looking forward to beginning a long series of classic fairy-tale retellings; these are not the stories I have ever approached for a number of reasons as an author—though I have as an editor and critic, of course. I feel, after fifteen-plus years of study, I am ready to set myself free upon them. 

Thank you for asking and for such wonderful questions on the whole—for caring about fairy tales.  Readers, please head to the library and take out some dusty old volumes, and ask your librarians to add specific fairy-tale books to the collection; some libraries allow patron donations of brand-new volumes, if you can afford that. Speaking of which, I have started a program, still in nascent stages, called the Fairy-Tale Repository—in an effort to gather forgotten fairy-tale books. Please check it out here:

http://fairytalereview.com/repository.html

 

An Interview with Samantha Hunt - Orange Prize Longlist Candidate

 

 

 

I wrote down a few thoughts about Samantha Hunt's Orange Prize Longlist title, The Seas, a few days ago. It blew me away, it was so wonderful.

 

 

 

Despite her incredibly busy schedule (including three children under age four!) Ms. Hunt very generously agreed to answer a few interview questions:

 

1.)        What inspired you to incorporate elements of fantasy/fairy tales into The Seas? Is this how you initially planned to write the novel, or did it develop as you wrote?

The novel is about identity and the creation of singular realities. Identity and reality are nothing without fantasy. Also, I was reading Undine at the time. In my copy, an old copy, a few pages were missing and so it seemed natural to begin rewriting her story.

2).        Are their special challenges inherent in writing a novel with fairy tale elements, or is it more freeing creating an alternate reality?

The only myth I felt bound by was the very strange idea that mermaids, the sexiest of the sexless, love men so much they want to kill them. That and the myth of a young girl’s identity in a small town that thinks it knows her.

 3).        Do you feel a special connection with the sea? Did you spend time there while writing or researching The Seas?

Is there a person ‑- including those who has never seen the ocean – who don’t have a special connection to the sea? It’s all mystery, all beauty, all terror, all the time. I studied shoreline in geology in college and lived in Maine for awhile but was actually in a land locked state when I wrote The Seas.

4).        Why did you choose not to give a name to the main character?  

At first it was simply because no name seemed to suit her and then I realized she had no name because she was looking for identity. How could she have one before she knew who she was?

5).        The grandfather is obsessed with typesetting, and at one point the main character falls onto some of the letters, embedding the impressions in her flesh. Why is the creation of words so important?

Along with music, it is one of the great joys, my favorite game.

6).        Do you keep a strict schedule for writing, or are you more a “when the spirit moves me” writer? Is there a physical location in which you prefer to write?

I have three children under the age of four and so I get two to three hours four times a week to write. I’m very strict. No computer so I won’t be tempted to google my fifth grade math teacher. I write long hand in the local library in a comfy chair.

7).        Were you a bookish child? Was there a standout book or writer who influenced your desire to be a writer?

I was a very bookish kid. I read, and still do, everything. I find it difficult, awkward, painful even, to sit at a table and not have reading material in front of me. I couldn’t choose one book or writer from childhood. There are too many: Norton Juster, Johnny Gruelle, Ul de Rico, Mary Rodgers, Robert Cormier, Liesel Moak Skorpen, Frances Hodgson Burnett, Roald Dahl, Judy Blume, Tolkien are only a fraction of the writers who influenced me as a child.

8).        Have you read a book recently that you’d recommend?

I loved Tom McCarthy’s C. Magnificent. And for a kid’s book, Tao Nyeu’s Wonder Bear.

9).        Silly question, but how did it feel when you were nominated for the Orange Prize? How difficult is it to remain grounded in the midst of all the attention you’re getting for your writing?

It is magnificent and surprising. A fantastic honor to be grouped with these other wonderful books. I am so alone when I write that it still surprises me other people can see the words I scribbled down.

10).      What is your next project? Have you started it?

I am working, hoping soon to finish, a new project but as an extremely superstitious person, will say no more on that topic.

 

Other books by Samantha Hunt:

The Invention of Everything Else

 

 

Visit Samantha Hunt's website.

My interview with author A.J. Jacobs

In the beginning was the encyclopedia. Yea, verily. I looketh upon it with mine own eyes. And I saw that it was good. There was evening and morning whilst I readeth it. Then again, there's evening and morning pretty much every day (unless you live really, really far north). But I digresseth.

A score of months later (give or take, who can count), came the Bible. It was fruitful. It multiplied. It cracketh me up. It restoreth my sense of humor. I laugheth, as it led me to the path of righteousness. Or not.

Yea, verily, I did then contact A.J., and he doth reply. I asketh, and he answereth. And here it is, now, for thine own eyes. Enjoyeth.

BSR:   It's a little trite to ask you where on earth you come up with your book ideas, but where on earth do you come up with  your book ideas? What inspires (or possesses) you to embark on these incredibly ambitious projects?

AJJ:   Well, I love the idea of quests. But I'm not much of an outdoor person, so I don't see myself climbing K2 or doing the Iditarod race. So my quests tend to be intellectual or spiritual. Things I can do without getting frostbite. I also like taking things to the extreme. So I figure, if I'm interested in religion, why not go all the way - live the entire Bible - and see what works? And I love first-person writing. I love to read it and I love to write it. If it's done well, it can be like you're right there with the author on the journey.

BSR:  Out of all the trials and tribulations from your biblical year, what was the toughest thing you endured? And, by the way, did you get to keep the slave?

AJJ:   I'd say there were two parts that were the toughest. There was the attempt to avoid the little sins we all commit every day - the lying, the coveting, the gossiping. I live in New York and work for the media. So that was pretty much 75 percent of my day. The second tough part was trying to obey laws that will get you into a little trouble if you follow them in 21st century America. Like stoning adulterers. Or owning a slave. (For slavery, the closest thing I could find was a summer intern. He was great. But he had to go back to college.

BSR:   With three little ones at home and what I presume is a full-time writing job, how do you find time to write your books, much less do the extensive research?

AJJ:   I am having a tough time.

My sons haven't embraced the distinction between work hours and play hours. Right now, I'm working about 16 hours a day, and getting about two hours of actual work done, because my kids come into my office every three minutes to have an important discussion about bananas or Dora the Explorer. So I don't think I've mastered the balance yet.

My only trick is that I try not to waste a single second. I don't let my mind wander too often. If I'm going around the corner to get a bunch of grapes (as I had to do today), I try to have something specific to think about while I'm walking. A little project. Like, what headline an article should have. Or a list of people I'd like to profile for Esquire.

BSR:   Have you ever given thought to writing fiction, or actually, have you ever written fiction?

AJJ:   I've dabbled a couple of times. But I just don't think I'm built for it. Even in my reading choices I tend toward nonfiction. When I was young, I remember reading Tom Wolfe talking about how nonfiction - when it's written in a vibrant way - is more compelling than fiction. So that really influenced me. Then he decides to write nothing but fiction. So I don't know where that leaves me.

BSR:   What are you reading lately? Anything you'd recommend?

AJJ:   I wish my friends would stop writing good books. I keep feeling compelled to read them. My friend Jennifer Traig wrote a book about hypochondria called Well Enough Alone, which will be out later this year. Also, though he's not a friend, I'm in the middle of Alan Weisman's The World Without Us. I loved the description of Manhattan before people came in, plowed the hills down, and put up a Duane Read drugstore on every block.

BSR:   What on earth (or heaven) is next for you after a year spent following the Bible?

AJJ:   Well, my wife says I owe her after all I put her through with the encyclopedia and Bible projects. She's pressuring me to to The Year of Giving My Wife Foot Massages. But I'm not sure how mass the appeal would be. But I do want to do one more of the immersion projects.

BSR:  Finally, for someone whose writing ambition is to follow the same sort of path you have, what advice would you give?

AJJ:   I'm worried my advice will be stuff they've heard before. I don't have any huge original secrets like "use more umlauts." To me, the most important thing, I think, is just to generate ideas nonstop. Be an idea machine. Because rarely - especially when you're starting out - will someone assign you a book or a freelance article. You have to pitch relentlessly. And second, over-report. Especially if you're describing a scene. Write down every detail, even the ones that seem trivial - the sound of American Gladiators playing in the background, for instance. You never know what you'll end up using .

Blesseth thee, A.J. Jacobs. I hath enjoyed this very much. Verily, verily much, I say unto thee.

P.S.: This before/after will never stop crackething (?) me up.