The world would "split open" if we told the truth about ourselves. We write stories to share the truth about ourselves. We read fiction to learn the truth about ourselves.
"For those who want to live in a deeper, funnier, wilder, more troubled, more colorful, more interesting way, the way in which not only writing matters but also has beauty, memory, politics, family, and everything else, put on your reading glasses and turn the page. Your people have something to tell you..."
This book refutes the claim that writing exists as a dying cultural activity that was surpassed by film, television, and interactive gaming--that literature is dying as surely as chamber music. This book collects the lectures from 10 famous authors who spoke at the Portland Literature Festival about the passionate engagement of the human soul with literature.
1. Chimamanda Adichie: "305 Cartwright Avenue"
"My writing comes from hope, from melancholy, from rage, and from curiosity."
Adichie grew up loving literature in Nigeria. She lived in the same house (on Cartwright Avenue) where Chinua Achebe lived and spirits hovered. She thought that all books had to have white people in them, but, after reading Chinua Achebe, she realized that Igbo culture was worthy of literature. Writing gives her extravagant joy. When she can't write, she feels soul-crushing anxiety. She loves the solitude of writing and the near mystical experience of creating. She writes because she loves the possibility of touching another person with her work. (Leftist political prisoner Lori Berenson repeatedly read "Half of a Yellow Sun during her captivity.) Writing is a wondrous blessing but it is also a craft that requires steely determination and sacrifice of time with the people whom she loves. Anything can be an inspiration. She writes about the "the grittiness of being a human being," not socio-political metaphors for Nigerian corruption.
2. Margaret Atwood "Spotty-Handed Viallainess: Problems of Female Bad Behavior in Literature" Atwood agrees with me. I despise political correctness. To me it is anti-feminist behavior when females decry: "MISOGYNY!!!!" whenever a writer portrays a woman in evil light. What rank hypocrisy and stupidity!!! Equality? What should men think about the way that men are usually portrayed by everybody? Atwood starts with Lady Macbeth ("the Spotty-handed villainess") and traces the richness of dirty women in fiction. For males, the bad female is anima; for women, the shadow. Has she no free will? Did the patriarchy make her do it?
"Goodness is boring. Why should men get all the juicy parts? Women characters arise. Take back the night."
3. Russell Banks: "No, But I Saw the Movie."
"The Sweethereafter" and "Affliction" by Banks had critically acclaimed film adaptations. The Hollywo0d-writer relationship changed for the better. Some chase it; some flee. Banks had a positive experience. Neither is superior, just different. Separate but equal art forms. (Other authors disagree, pronouncing the "activeness" of reading is superior to the passiveness of viewing.) Films are in your face; books are in your head. Inexpensive technology allows auteur directors to bring literary films to sophisticated viewers with acceptable financial risk. Writing is more intimate than sex and is best when it occurs between extreme strangers. Therefore, writers must desire to be intimate with strangers: to speak from one's most vulnerable, secret and truthful self to the reader's most intimate self."It's the kindness of strangers that count. Two different solar systems have intersecting orbits. When we open a novel, we bring our memories, our fears, our longings, our dreams. The writer does the same. two strangers become secret sharers."
4. E.L. Doctorow: Childhood of a Writer
Doctorow reflects on how an enriched childhood with poor parents and a wealth of books led him to become a great novelist. As a child, he almost died of appendicitis. The books that he read during convalescence "imprinted" on him. He presents a warm picture of growing up Jewish in New York City where the males were skeptical and the women religious and money was tight during the Depression and World War II.
5. Edward P. Jones: Finding the Known World.
Jones confesses that he did almost no research on the subject of slavery or the geography of Virginia. He wanted an imaginary world that would capture the imagination. In making all of the book up, he avoided people nitpicking to find historical inaccuracies; yet, the world he described seems even more realistic than the world that was. He wrote this book with no reader in mind other than himself. "You cannot write with faith in yourself if you are worried about the reader's tastes." Jones was governed by the unadorned poetry of the Bible and the voice of his southern mother.
6. Ursula Le Guin: Where Do You Get Your Ideas From?
The question is unanswerable, but fiction writers attempt to answer the unanswerable. Writing is hard work. The secret to writing is writing. Writing is how you be a writer. Experience. The air is full of stories. You must let the story tell itself. It's not a secret, but it is a mystery, and you must wait in silence and listen for the tune, the story the vision and be ready for it when it comes. Trust in yourself. Trust in the world. The world will give me what I need, and I will use it rightly. Readiness. Not grabbiness or greed. Willingness to hear, to listen carefully, to see accurately and carefully--to let the words be right. To know how to make something out of the vision. She quotes Virginia Woolf that rhythm is the way to dislodge these constipated visions. Next to Jeanette Winterson's, Le Guin's is the most quotable and inspiring essay. Fiction results from imagination working on experience. We force the world to be coherent and tell us a story. "Storytellers are liars. All humans are liars; that is true, you must believe me." She prefers invention to imitation. She loves made up stuff. Invention can transfigure the dark matter of life. A novel is a collaboration between reader and writer. She gets her ideas from other people's books. Literature is a communal experience. Likewise, ULG quotes VW on the rhythm of words being the key to writing.
7. Marilynne Robinson: On Beauty
MR (after Doctorow is my favorite writer in this collection). Oddly, I thought this lecture the weakest and most abstract essay in the anthology. We don't have very many words in English for the nuance of beauty. The narrative is how we make sense of things. (That's pretty all I have to offer after only one reading.)
8. Wallace Stegner: Fiction to Make Sense of Life
Stegner prefers quiet understatement to grandiosity in writing. He admires writers who are sculptors rather than carpenters. Good writers are lenses not mirrors. All fiction is autobiographical, and all autobiographies are fictions. Fiction attempts to impose order upon the only life we will ever know. We write to try and make sense of this one life. "Our life begins by accident and proceeds by trial and error until dubious ends." We have to examine life if only to persuade ourselves that we are in control of it. The guts of fiction is the anguished question. He has a hard enough time trying to make sense of what life hands him rather than chasing excitement, riots or mass meetings. Fiction should have no agenda other than to try to be truthful. The thunder shouts from pulpits and podiums trying to speak to the deaf, Stegner squeaks, but this essay is one of the better ones.
9. Robert Stone: Morality and Truth in Literature
A novelist must take on moral and political dimensions. He believes it is best done by showing the effect of a system on individual human beings. However, a writer should first understand and then take great pains to get inside the mind of the oppressor and to present it for the complexity of life. We tell ourselves stories to keep our sense of self intact. As dreams wake to life, so does fiction to reality. Writers must write well and truly. Fiction is an act of loneliness to appeal to a community. Fiction forbids moralizing, religiosity, or propaganda.
10. Jeanette Winterson: What is Art For?
Wow. The editor saved the best for last. Winterson is a lesbian who was raised in extreme religious fundamentalism where reading books other than the Bible were forbidden. She would hide paperback novels under her mattress. Rather than seeing herself as a victim, she imagined herself as characters in books she read. She makes a passionate case for finding art which keeps us human and nourishes our soul in a capitalist culture that sees us as products rather than souls. Art is not for education or moralizing; churches and schools take care of this. The best art outlasts all moral and political theories. Art looks past period to the permanent. Art gives us a sense of ourselves. Art requires the participation of imagination. Imagination requires involvement. It is not passive. As your mind becomes engaged, you start asking questions. Cults/extreme religions are popular because they purport to tell us who we are and to define our world. They offer fast food approach to a slow cook problem. The sense of self requires a lifetime of development. Out of the conversation with art comes a new sense of who we are. Art, by its very nature, is a question. It requires our uninterrupted attention. We receive it best in the posture of alert-rest.
Art's counterculture celebrates love and imagination. It comes from a passionate, reckless love for the work of art in its own right. Art is about the individual, the individual commitment. It speaks to the part of us that is fully human, the part that belongs only to ourselves. It speaks voice-to-voice, across time, singing a song pitched to the human ear, singing of destiny, of fear, of loss, of hope, of renewal, of change, of connection, of all the subtle and fragile relationships between men and women, their children, their country, and all the things not measured or understood by our money culture. Art slips through, and us with it-- slips past the border police and the currency controls to talk as we've always wanted to, about matters of the spirit in the heart, to imagine a world not dominated by numbers, to find in colors and poetry and sand an equivalent to our deepest feelings, a language for what we are. Human beings, made of flesh, something strange called the soul that just won't let us forget about the invisible world we deny. Art is the soul's ally and calls us out, past what we know and take for granted, into what we dream. Unlike the money culture, art values the sensitive human being.
Add the fact is that human beings are what we have to deal with, including ourselves, and human nature always has been, and still will be, the raw material of art. That is why times spent reading books, is never a waste of time. What you find are templates that make sense of yourself, and your self in the world. Humans learn by copying; humans learn by analogy. When anything new comes along, we refer to it we relate to what we already know. Our brains find a template and use it to formulate the unique experience or emotion. Art creates new templates.
Art expands our territory. We shaken and awaken ourselves. "Art won't let you sleepwalk from one experience to another, going through the motions of life, art keeps you alert." When we understand the rhythms of poetry and the images of language, we begin to hear the speech of what is around us. The life of things.
"Art tells the truth. That makes it desperately needed, and desperately feared. There is no better communicator for our deepest feelings than art, and no better way of connecting those limbic and neural pathways nature gave us to struggle with until the end of time. What are we for? We are restless, searching creatures–poignant in our smallness, triumphant in our determination not to be small. It is all of these things–our determination, our aspiration, perhaps our an inevitable failure–that Art relates back to us. But art is more than a recording angel. It is the creative force that marks out our humanness, the creative force that seeks to bind together all the separations that we are.
Books split me open and unleash my atomic energy and explosive power. Periods of my life have been so harsh that I am surprised that I have become more sensitive rather than less. When pain is too acute, we seek comfort in numbness. We "damage" ourselves to save ourselves. Reading nurtures my sensitivity. I create stories to lead my lonely way through this new experience.
I bought this book to plan a novel that has been sloshing around in my belly for a couple of decades but is now ready for conception. These lectures do not teach technical aspect of the craft like Stephen King. Instead they explain why it is worth my effort to write a novel that nobody else will ever read and why that is a valuable use of my life.
All of the voices in this collection inspired me:
Adichie--no place like home but sacrifice it for solitude to write about gritty humanity;
Atwood--real feminists create juicy bad girls who are both shadow and anime;
Jones--create an imaginary world without apology or speculation about its reception;
Banks--become a secret sharer with a stranger;
Le Guin--the readiness (to observe and write) is all;
Stegner-- be a sculptor (not a carpenter); be a lens (not a mirror); make truth the only agenda;
Stone--Show the effect of political systems on individuals without preaching.
I yearn for the intimate connection with strangers; however, I will have no readers at all. I summon my multiple voices to speak to each other as intimate strangers. My sense of self is task enough, and I create with no expectation of reward. Writing is my final act of grace. I resolve to look and listen and then to tell the gritty truth about the world that I observe. I make the same mistakes, but I do the right thing.