Between Panic and Desire by Dinty W. Moore

I first saw Dinty W. Moore’s latest book, Between Panic and Desire, at the local library where I often work when I can’t concentrate at home. Interesting name and interesting title I thought. I picked it up and dipped in to see what it was all about. The prologue proved intriguing, but I wasn’t sure. I mean I have a lot of books to read these days. And what is creative non-fiction anyways?

When I found out the author was coming to town to give a reading, however, I figured it might present an interview possibility. Plus, it was published by The University of Nebraska Press whose books I invariably enjoy and the author now lives and works in Ohio. I like to talk about Ohio writers when I can.

So I went ahead and read the book. Am I glad I did. I meant to follow up my my Q&A with Dinty sooner but time got away from me. Allow me to post some belated thoughts to go with the interview.

I don’t share a great deal in common with Dinty Moore. I didn’t grow up watching TV or obsessed with Richard Nixon, I haven’t done drugs, I haven’t been searching for a father figure, and I don’t have a name that causes people to ask “is that your real name?” for example. But I enjoyed this short and readable book.

Moore uses creative chapters (quizzes, lists, imaginary conversations and interviews – using real quotes, etc.) to think about the role of perception and memory in our lives. It is an interesting stew – sorry, had to do it – of pop culture, sociology, psychology, commentary, criticism, and memoir.

What makes the work interesting is that you would almost assume that this kind of writing would feel like a gimmick; that it would slip into cheesiness or empty fluff. But Moore manages to bring both a sense of humor and a willingness to discuss serious issues. Like any good memoirist he uses his own life to help us think about wider issues and connects history to our daily lives.

But Moore never gets maudlin nor does he become overly political or preachy. He simply offers you the hard earned insights and ruminations that have come from his introspection. The creativity and style he brings to the project makes it that much more enjoyable.

If like me, you have ever wondered what “creative non-fiction” meant, Moore – who teaches it – offers a good example in his latest work. But you don’t have to be a student of writing to enjoy it just of life.

Ten Questions with Jim Krusoe

Below please find another in the reoccurring series of short Q&A’s with authors. This time with Jim Krusoe. Krusoe is the author of five books of poetry, the short story collection Blood Lake, and the novels Iceland and Girl Factory. He is the recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Lila Wallace Reader’s Digest Fund. Jim Krusoe teaches creative writing at Antioch University and Santa Monica College.

For my review of his latest book Girl Factory see here. And here is a fascinating podcast interview by Michael Silverblatt.

On to the questions:

1) When people ask what you do for a living how do you answer? Teacher, poet, writer, novelist?

I generally say that I’m a writer who teaches writing. In many ways I don’t find the distinctions—fiction, poetry and the essay—inside the general activity of writing to be as important as the act itself. I’ve done all three, and for me they seem equally difficult.

2) Some have used the word Kafkaesque to describe your work. What is your reaction to that? How would you describe your writing style to a first time reader?

Kafka’s work and mine have in common a shared landscape of dream. That is: not naturalistic, of a limited point of view, and idiosyncratically obsessive. Where we overlap the most is not in the supremely self-contained dreams of The Castle and the later work, but more in Kafka’s unfinished novel, Amerika, where sections of the unruly real world keep poking through, like drunken strangers at a wake.

3) Does being a poet impact your fiction writing? If so how?

A reason I wrote poetry for twenty years before attempting fiction was that I didn’t feel certain enough of this world to be able to actually describe a real street, with real houses and real neighbors. I’m not sure I can do that in fiction even now. Fiction implies a world outside the writer; in poetry, the voice of the writer is always present, is always the lens. So my version of fiction has been a sort of compromise between the two worlds, there is a lot of attention to language and to the huge leaps I associate with poetry, mixed with a more-or-less linear narrative and a real, made-up city, St. Nils. I can’t imagine writing a story set in New York or Los Angeles, for example.

4) Is there any science behind yogurt as a life preserving fluid in Girl Factory? Is this the natural alternative to cryogenics?

One of the pleasures of writing this book was to discover how acidophilus can preserve life beyond all imagining, and then also having to invent a way to undo its effects. So if it is a science, I’d say it’s a very new branch.

5) Why are memory and perception such slippery things? Are we incapable of seeing reality or are we unwilling to face it?

Just the other day I read that the organisms most capable of seeing the universe as it is are probably certain one-celled animals. They have the fewest number of filters between what exists and what they perceive. And then for humans, our memories are even trickier because they’re so malleable. Given therefore that what we are seeing is most certainly not reality, and out of that (whatever that is) we may remember only a part, mixed in with a lot of wishful thinking, is it any wonder things in humanland are somewhat confused? That’s why I have a hard time with words like “truth” and “reality”. For me, deliberate lies, and deliberate falsifications of experience are more relevant, and lord knows there’s enough of those to go around. And as for everything else—it’s up for grabs.

6) Is there a fine line between being a hero and a fool? Jonathan wants to be a hero but his actions always lead to tragedy.

I suspect that the intentions of a fool and a hero are very similar. It’s the results that separate one from the other. I think about Oedipus, for example, who spent the first part of his life thinking he was a hero, and then had that taken from him by a mere shift of perspective. Does that seem so different from anyone else’s life?

7) If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is Jonathan insane? Or is he just a bumbling idiot?

And the rules for insanity are probably much the same as for heroism. There’s a great American capitalist tradition of starting business after business until you succeed, and the entrepreneurial fantasy world is littered with stories like this. What they tend to leave out are all those people who go broke a few times and then shoot themselves. Apropos of which, friend of mine observed that reading about Jonathan trying to bring those women back to life was very like her having watched me work on various versions of this novel, which, at the end, topped forty drafts and took seven or eight years. It’s not a work model that I especially recommend.

8) Girl Factory seems to leave a lot of questions for the reader to answer or that happen off page (Why the girls are in the vats, what happened to Spinner, what happened in Mexico, etc.). Do you know the answer to these questions or does each reader bring an equally valid answer?

Not to harp on it, but in dreams situations are usually a given. I don’t ever remember being in a dream where I tried to figure out how I’d got there; only that I had to deal with it. I left large parts of this book vague for that reason, and for two other reasons as well. First, if I had detailed the back-story, then I would have an obligation to deal with it, and that would change the novel’s concerns. Second, I rather like the uncertainty because it feels right. When I think about my own life—how it happened, how I got here, and what actually went on in a relationship—I find I can’t answer these questions with any degree of certainty.

And yes, in Girl Factory I did have my opinions about what happened behind the pages in some instances, but I would like to think a nosy reader’s theory is as welcome as mine.

9) Does the average person care about literature or books? Should they?

When a person says, “Let me tell you something that happened to me once . . .” I can feel every cell in my body relax and my defenses drop; I’m able to take in new information. Accordingly, stories (told through the medium of literature) contain varying amounts of information about what I need to know. I would hope that others as well wish to understand as much as possible about themselves and our world, and one of the best ways to engage this process is by reading. Admittedly, there are plenty of people who would rather not ask any questions at all, but would prefer to believe they have all the answers they need.

10) If you were given control of the local (meaning most prominent paper in your area) newspaper’s book coverage what are three things you would change or implement?

Ah yes, being a book review editor is one of the several thousand things I am completely unqualified for, and this being the case, here are my suggestions, any one of which—or all—might prove fatal to an actual paper:

1) Do more theme issues, with the book review using fiction, poetry, and non-fiction, to examine controversial topics and to discuss new concepts and theories.

2) Use more reviewers who are writers, rather than professional reviewers. Not that there’s anything wrong with professional reviewers, but it is taxing to do these reviews day after day and bring to them a sense of freshness and discovery. Given that there is already a large pool of largely unemployed writers, it shouldn’t be too hard to find new voices. Speaking for myself, I always learn a lot whenever I find myself doing a review even though personally I try to avoid them.

3) Be less reverent.

Ten Questions with Jim Krusoe

Below please find another in the reoccurring series of short Q&A’s with authors. This time with Jim Krusoe. Krusoe is the author of five books of poetry, the short story collection Blood Lake, and the novels Iceland and Girl Factory. He is the recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Lila Wallace Reader’s Digest Fund. Jim Krusoe teaches creative writing at Antioch University and Santa Monica College.

For my review of his latest book Girl Factory see here. And here is a fascinating podcast interview by Michael Silverblatt.

On to the questions:

1) When people ask what you do for a living how do you answer? Teacher, poet, writer, novelist?

I generally say that I’m a writer who teaches writing. In many ways I don’t find the distinctions—fiction, poetry and the essay—inside the general activity of writing to be as important as the act itself. I’ve done all three, and for me they seem equally difficult.

2) Some have used the word Kafkaesque to describe your work. What is your reaction to that? How would you describe your writing style to a first time reader?

Kafka’s work and mine have in common a shared landscape of dream. That is: not naturalistic, of a limited point of view, and idiosyncratically obsessive. Where we overlap the most is not in the supremely self-contained dreams of The Castle and the later work, but more in Kafka’s unfinished novel, Amerika, where sections of the unruly real world keep poking through, like drunken strangers at a wake.

3) Does being a poet impact your fiction writing? If so how?

A reason I wrote poetry for twenty years before attempting fiction was that I didn’t feel certain enough of this world to be able to actually describe a real street, with real houses and real neighbors. I’m not sure I can do that in fiction even now. Fiction implies a world outside the writer; in poetry, the voice of the writer is always present, is always the lens. So my version of fiction has been a sort of compromise between the two worlds, there is a lot of attention to language and to the huge leaps I associate with poetry, mixed with a more-or-less linear narrative and a real, made-up city, St. Nils. I can’t imagine writing a story set in New York or Los Angeles, for example.

4) Is there any science behind yogurt as a life preserving fluid in Girl Factory? Is this the natural alternative to cryogenics?

One of the pleasures of writing this book was to discover how acidophilus can preserve life beyond all imagining, and then also having to invent a way to undo its effects. So if it is a science, I’d say it’s a very new branch.

5) Why are memory and perception such slippery things? Are we incapable of seeing reality or are we unwilling to face it?

Just the other day I read that the organisms most capable of seeing the universe as it is are probably certain one-celled animals. They have the fewest number of filters between what exists and what they perceive. And then for humans, our memories are even trickier because they’re so malleable. Given therefore that what we are seeing is most certainly not reality, and out of that (whatever that is) we may remember only a part, mixed in with a lot of wishful thinking, is it any wonder things in humanland are somewhat confused? That’s why I have a hard time with words like “truth” and “reality”. For me, deliberate lies, and deliberate falsifications of experience are more relevant, and lord knows there’s enough of those to go around. And as for everything else—it’s up for grabs.

6) Is there a fine line between being a hero and a fool? Jonathan wants to be a hero but his actions always lead to tragedy.

I suspect that the intentions of a fool and a hero are very similar. It’s the results that separate one from the other. I think about Oedipus, for example, who spent the first part of his life thinking he was a hero, and then had that taken from him by a mere shift of perspective. Does that seem so different from anyone else’s life?

7) If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is Jonathan insane? Or is he just a bumbling idiot?

And the rules for insanity are probably much the same as for heroism. There’s a great American capitalist tradition of starting business after business until you succeed, and the entrepreneurial fantasy world is littered with stories like this. What they tend to leave out are all those people who go broke a few times and then shoot themselves. Apropos of which, friend of mine observed that reading about Jonathan trying to bring those women back to life was very like her having watched me work on various versions of this novel, which, at the end, topped forty drafts and took seven or eight years. It’s not a work model that I especially recommend.

8) Girl Factory seems to leave a lot of questions for the reader to answer or that happen off page (Why the girls are in the vats, what happened to Spinner, what happened in Mexico, etc.). Do you know the answer to these questions or does each reader bring an equally valid answer?

Not to harp on it, but in dreams situations are usually a given. I don’t ever remember being in a dream where I tried to figure out how I’d got there; only that I had to deal with it. I left large parts of this book vague for that reason, and for two other reasons as well. First, if I had detailed the back-story, then I would have an obligation to deal with it, and that would change the novel’s concerns. Second, I rather like the uncertainty because it feels right. When I think about my own life—how it happened, how I got here, and what actually went on in a relationship—I find I can’t answer these questions with any degree of certainty.

And yes, in Girl Factory I did have my opinions about what happened behind the pages in some instances, but I would like to think a nosy reader’s theory is as welcome as mine.

9) Does the average person care about literature or books? Should they?

When a person says, “Let me tell you something that happened to me once . . .” I can feel every cell in my body relax and my defenses drop; I’m able to take in new information. Accordingly, stories (told through the medium of literature) contain varying amounts of information about what I need to know. I would hope that others as well wish to understand as much as possible about themselves and our world, and one of the best ways to engage this process is by reading. Admittedly, there are plenty of people who would rather not ask any questions at all, but would prefer to believe they have all the answers they need.

10) If you were given control of the local (meaning most prominent paper in your area) newspaper’s book coverage what are three things you would change or implement?

Ah yes, being a book review editor is one of the several thousand things I am completely unqualified for, and this being the case, here are my suggestions, any one of which—or all—might prove fatal to an actual paper:

1) Do more theme issues, with the book review using fiction, poetry, and non-fiction, to examine controversial topics and to discuss new concepts and theories.

2) Use more reviewers who are writers, rather than professional reviewers. Not that there’s anything wrong with professional reviewers, but it is taxing to do these reviews day after day and bring to them a sense of freshness and discovery. Given that there is already a large pool of largely unemployed writers, it shouldn’t be too hard to find new voices. Speaking for myself, I always learn a lot whenever I find myself doing a review even though personally I try to avoid them.

3) Be less reverent.

ICYMI*

*In case you missed it

Here are a few links that have been languishing in my in-box during my illness:

Stories about monsters and animals have a timeless allure — perhaps because we all get bored with being merely human now and again. Amidst this month’s beastly selection, you’ll find a number of books that examine how such creatures come to be. There’s a cultural history of the Frankenstein phenomenon, a monstrous encyclopedia by Jorge Luis Borges, and an eye-popping biography of the king of Japanese monster-makers. A good creature tale is always waiting to be reinvented, as Toby Barlow shows with his noir-as-pitch debut novel (in verse!) about werewolves in LA. For Leonie Swann, it’s about getting inside an animal’s mind, with her detective yarn about a flock of sheep who investigate their shepherd’s murder. We close with two features: an interview with alternative-animation pioneer Ralph Bakshi and a meditation on the glorious strangeness of Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are .

Suggested by the recent publication of Warren Adler’s latest novel, Funny Boys, the theme for the Summer 2008 Warren Adler Short Story Contest is humor. We’re looking for humorous stories in all their varied forms. From satire to farce, from the whimsical to the uproarious, all writers looking to get a laugh (in a good way!) should enter. We are looking for the subtle and the pungent, the black and dark, the sporty, the salty, the waggish, or whatever can spark a knowing smile, a sly chuckle, or a hysterical belly laugh. In other words, anything goes, just as long as it falls into this category, however one stretches its elastic boundaries.

From the get go I knew that the e-book concept would not take off until some large enterprising company would come up with a device that would provide ease of operation, clear type transference, portability, and wide availability of content. I was well aware that there was a hard core of readers to whom the paper book was a sacred and much loved object and would be the final holdouts to “reading on screens.”

It must be said at this juncture that the paper book, especially when wrapped in glorious leather bindings, is my special passion, and I have spent years filling my shelves with sets by authors who have given my life heft, meaning, and delight. As antiques, the value of these books will undoubtedly soar in the future and one day pay my heirs for the profligacy of my early e-book forays.

While I’m not ready to say a final bye bye to the modern paper book in all its guises, I am going to enjoy watching the publishing fallout from the early failure to recognize the e-book surge and observe the wrenching displacement about to be caused in the industry by a horse and buggy mentality that will be both costly and emotionally and financially draining.

Two companies, SONY and Amazon, have entered the fray coming up with devices in which readability is no longer an issue and ease of operation is assured for anyone who has the skill to operate an old fashioned land line phone. Both have solved the basic issue of readability. Each offers clear content transference, ease of turning pages, and a wide variety of content choices, from thrillers, to academic journals, to newspapers and magazines.

The reading part is perfect and in every respect as good or better than a printed paper book. In fact, both devices can offer books that can overcome obstacles of weight and maneuverability. The reading screens are clear, fonts can be upsized to fit one’s optical capability, and there is no loss in the ability to “trance out” in complete concentration. I have read scores of books on both devices and, while I am a partisan to the concept, I am now convinced that the e-book revolution is on the verge of a giant breakout.

In my opinion the descent of printed books will begin to accelerate as each step in the further development of these devices takes place. And they will. The speed of acceptance, I believe, will be astonishing. While the numbers are still far from reaching the tipping point, the acceleration points to a coming avalanche of success.

As they say, read the whole thing.

In the Mail: catch up edition

–> LoveHampton by Sherri Rifkin

Publishers Weekly

In Rifkin’s dazzling debut, Manhattanite media pro Tori Miller shares a posh Hamptons summerhouse with five upwardly mobile 30-somethings. Wanting out of the depressing slide her life takes after being dumped by her first love and losing her dream job, Tori starts MillerWorks, her own TV production company. Still, Tori’s depressed, bringing about an intervention staged by her loyal employees, Jerry and Jimmy, her best friend Alice and the Transformation Trio—three make-over experts who use Tori as the pilot subject for their new reality TV show. Tori flirts with a glamming lifestyle, and her fling with George, a rich playboy with a publicist, while she’s also secretly canoodling with a housemate, banker Andrew Kane, is a recipe for disaster. Tori must think fast on her borrowed Manolos, especially when Cassie Dearborn, her new friend and housemate, needs help with her own disastrous Hampton hijinxs. Hotter than a sand dune in August, cooler than a mojito in South Beach (or Southhampton), this book will appeal to Sex and the City fans and summer beach readers alike.

–> Sin in the Second City: Madams, Ministers, Playboys, and the Battle for America’s Soul by Karen Abbott

Publishers Weekly

Freelance journalist Abbott’s vibrant first book probes the titillating milieu of the posh, world-famous Everleigh Club brothel that operated from 1900 to 1911 on Chicago’s Near South Side. The madams, Ada and Minna Everleigh, were sisters whose shifting identities had them as traveling actors, Edgar Allan Poe’s relatives, Kentucky debutantes fleeing violent husbands and daughters of a once-wealthy Virginia lawyer crushed by the Civil War. While lesser whorehouses specialized in deflowering virgins, beatings and bondage, the Everleighs spoiled their whores with couture gowns, gourmet meals and extraordinary salaries. The bordello—which boasted three stringed orchestras and a room of 1,000 mirrors—attracted such patrons as Theodore Dreiser, John Barrymore and Prussian Prince Henry. But the successful cathouse was implicated in the 1905 shooting of department store heir Marshall Field Jr. and inevitably became the target of rivals and reformers alike. Madam Vic Shaw tried to frame the Everleighs for a millionaire playboy’s drug overdose, Rev. Ernest Bell preached nightly outside the club and ambitious Chicago state’s attorney Clifford Roe built his career on the promise of obliterating white slavery. With colorful characters, this is an entertaining, well-researched slice of Windy City history.

–> Undiscovered by Debra Winger

From the Publisher

Celebrated for her indelible, Oscar-caliber performances in some of the most memorable films of the 1980s and 1990s, Debra Winger, in Undiscovered, her first book, demonstrates that her creative range extends from screen to page. Here is an intimate glimpse of an artist marvelously wide-ranging in her gifts.

In fact, as this beguiling book reveals, Winger is that rare star who dared to resist the all-consuming industry that is Hollywood becoming her entire reason for being. “I love the work,” she states, “and don’t much care for the business.” Yet she cares deeply for the people who have inspired her. We meet them (most famously, James Bridges, Bernardo Bertolucci; most dearly, her mother, husband, and sons) here, as Winger passionately makes her case for forging a life beyond acting — and shows how she has done just that. Winger’s screen performances have long been celebrated for their breathtaking emotional range, a quality that shines through in these pages. “When I was little,” she writes, “someone told me that when you age, you turn into the person you were all your life.” In this intriguing mix of reminiscence, poetry, storytelling, and insightful observation, a portrait of a life well-lived is strikingly rendered.

–> The Narcissist’s Daughter by Craig Holden

Publishers Weekly

Following Holden’s outstanding breakout novel The Jazz Bird, comes this complex, moody study of class tension, sexual obsession and murder set in 1970s Cleveland. Daniel “Syd” Redding, a young working-class pre-med student, listens to the Ramones and dreams of destroying the life of his rich, egomaniac boss, Dr. Ted Kessler. Working nights in the hospital, Redding comes under the spell of Kessler’s sexy young wife, Joyce, who lures him into a kinky affair that soon turns ugly, leaving him devastated and even more intent on vengeance. Redding next targets the Kessler’s 17-year-old daughter, Jessi, whom he starts dating, much to the dismay of her parents. What begins as simply a ploy to hurt the Kesslers intensifies as Redding, despite his intentions, finds himself becoming more and more attached to the girl. The ensuing entanglement leads to murder. The story abruptly advances 20 years (and here the narrative loses some of its immediacy), as we learn that Syd and Jessi have married, started a family and embarked on successful careers of their own. The Reddings’ happy, comfortable life hits a snag, however, when a construction crew unearths human remains down by the river. Holden is a writer to watch, and this is an intelligent, if slightly uneven, suspense novel that should win him a larger audience.

–> Let the Wind Speak by Juan Carlos Onetti

Ronald DeFeo

What holds us to [this book] is Onetti’s tough uncompromising vision of existence, perhaps the toughest and most consistent in all of Latin American fiction and one that gives even his weaker narratives a disturbing, mournful conviction.

Death warmed over

I would like to tell you that my longish posting absence was caused by a wonderful Memorial Day holiday filled with fun, family, and food. In fact, I had planned on just that when we drove up to my parents house in Michigan. But, my Memorial Day weekend took a turn for the worse and I have been out with the flu for the last four days. I am just now returning to the land of the living after a high fever complete with chills and hot flashes. I can almost breath out of my nose now so the end is in sight I hope.

I will be trying to get caught up and get back in the blogging habit today. I hope to have some reviews and interviews up in the next few days as I slowly claw my way back to feeling like a human being again.

I hope your weekend went better and that you will check back here as the week progresses.