Richard Froude was born in London in 1979, grew up in Bristol and came to the US in 2002. He is the author of FABRIC, published this year by Horse Less Press. New writing can be found in Witness, Birkensnake and Slack Lust. With Anne Waldman and Erik Anderson, he compiles and edits the mail-art journal Thuggery & Grace. An associate of the Arts & Humanities in Healthcare Program at the University of Colorado School of Medicine, he works with palliative care patients at UC hospital. He lives in Denver with his wife, Rohini.
1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
In a way my first book was Tarnished Mirrors, my translation of Baudelaire. Then followed two chapbooks. Although the second of these—The History of Zero—was a book length manuscript, it always felt like stuff I had to work through before I wrote a “first book.” So I’m going to talk about FABRIC in this question. That’s what I think of as my first book.
It stopped the anxious feeling that nobody would ever deem a book I wrote publishable. Other than that, if anything changed my life it was the circumstances in which I wrote the book forcing me to face things I had avoided for a long time. This was not because of the book, but the book was because of these circumstances. In the time I was writing most of FABRIC I often found myself overcome with sadness and anxiety. I was meeting with a counsellor who encouraged me to address the things I was feeling by writing: chiefly, absence from my home country, issues with my health and ultimately my own mortality. These were not things I wanted to think about. It’s not like I’m “over that” now, but you could say that being present with those thoughts has changed my life, that is, my interior and imaginary life. Day to day things are pretty much the same.
I think the biggest difference I feel in my recent work comes from allowing myself to stop consciously trying to be a poet because it was something I felt I should do. I have divorced that title. I don’t need it and, of course, it doesn’t need me. If people say I am a poet that’s fine. I just don’t need them to. Now I can write whatever I want.
2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
Well, I don’t think I really did come to poetry first. I don’t necessarily consider FABRIC to be a book of poetry. I’ve been more comfortable thinking about it as nonfiction. I have been to school twice for writing and only applied to those two schools. The first time I had to decide what genre I was writing in was when I applied to the MFA at Naropa. I applied to poetry because you only needed 15 pages of writing rather than 30 for fiction. I was only confident in 15 of my pages. Then when I applied to the DU PhD, although I had not written what I considered to be a poem for two or three years, I applied in poetry because I generally prefer the conversations that happen around poetry over those around fiction or nonfiction. I think the conversation around nonfiction is changing for the better and is now more interesting to me than poetry. But things change all the time.
3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
I make lots of notes. I love notes. I don’t know about how long things take to get started, it really varies from piece to piece. But when it happens, it happens very quickly, then nothing for weeks, then an amazing three hours.
4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?
I nearly always write with the larger work in mind. I think perhaps I write more like a novelist in that way. Am I a novelist? A nonfiction novelist? Maybe I am. I very rarely write shorter pieces that are not part of my larger work. When I do, they often find their way into the project.
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
That’s interesting to think of readings as part of the creative process. I hadn’t thought of that but yes, absolutely, they are part of my creative process. They press me to make my work as good as it can be. It’s one thing to have it on my computer or even published in a book or magazine. It’s another to stand up in the flesh and deliver it to people. I do enjoy giving readings. I think I’m quite good at them and I love doing things I think I’m good at. Shooting pool, Gameboy Tetris, Facebook Scrabble.
6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
I don’t know what the current questions are. More important to me is that I know what some of my questions are. I do not anticipate satisfactory answers. I think there are also questions I am addressing that I don’t even know I am addressing, or am unable to articulate. I don’t mean to suggest these questions originate with me. They are just the things I come back to:
What does it mean to be alive? What happens when we die? Why do we die? What does “God” mean? Where have I come from? Why do I think I am the person I think I am? Why does this feel like that which also feels like the other? Why do I miss everyone so much? How will all this information around me help? How can I express any of this in language?
I think of these questions less as theoretical concerns and more as just concerns. I mean, qualifying them as theoretical (even if it’s correct) feels unnecessary. I do not come to writing with a theory of how any of these questions might be answered. I want to think of writing as begetting theory in its own becoming. I want to, so I do.
7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
Yes, writers have a role in larger culture. Everyone has a role in culture.
I think the writer’s role should be to discern and express things that matter, undertaken with brutal and disarming honesty about these things and themselves. That doesn’t mean it can’t be done in fiction. I think the core of fiction is honesty.
What matters? Well, do you feel something deeply and powerfully? Does it frighten or overwhelm you? Does it fill you with joy, dread, love, compassion etc.? Does it feel like premonition? Does it not leave you alone? If the answer to any of these questions is yes then it probably matters. When Pound famously said that literature is news that stays news he was pretty much on it.
But, all this said, whatever role you want, that’s your role. You decide. Who am I to tell any writer—or anyone—what they should be doing?
8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
I’ve only had to do it twice and both times I found it difficult, although I must say that the two people I worked with were very intelligent, talented, generous people. It didn’t matter. It was still very difficult for me. Both of these occasions were journal publications. I’m still open to the process. I think I can see how it could be amazing.
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.’”
That’s what came to mind. My own literary pretensions aside, it certainly bears remembering, especially if, like me, you happen to be a straight, white male.
10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to translation)? What do you see as the appeal?
The notion of genre has very little appeal to me as a writer. As such, movement between genres appeals as an act of quiet subversion, especially when that movement can occur without moving at all. That is, to stay still and let other’s ideas of genres move around you. This may seem passive. I’m fine with that because I don’t think it is. Imagine there’s no country. It isn’t hard to do. I love how John Lennon described that song as the Communist Manifesto set to music. I also love how in this interview (http://www.dalkeyarchive.com/book/?fa=customcontent&GCOI=15647100621780&extrasfile=A09F76BE-B0D0-B086-B653FFBC137719A6.html) Kathy Acker talks about Pasolini’s refusal of separation as an approach to genre. It turns the passive into active: an intentional act of refusal.
Excerpts from the project I’ve been working on have been published as fiction, nonfiction and poetry. I see no generic distinction between these excerpts, now or as I was writing them. I mentioned my strained relation to the title of “poet.” My major trouble was thinking of it as something I could call myself. I prefer to think of it as a destination, something others can attribute to you.
I was talking to a writer in New York about this and he said that by choosing to publish writing as a particular genre you are giving instructions on how it should be read. I respect this but I do not feel the need to give that particular instruction. It feels more like a limit. I don’t want limits. Open the doors! Go crazy!
I think moving between translation and my own work is a different question. To me, translation is the greatest apprenticeship I could possibly take on. It feels very different to my own writing. In translation, I am much more concerned with the text beginning at the level of the word rather than the sentence. I love how the intimacy with a text I have translated leaks into my own work. For example, I translated the “Song of Songs” last year. I have found that syntax possessing my current writing in the strangest ways.
11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
I wake up, use the bathroom, feed the cats, read the internet (email, Facebook, ESPN, BBC, Wikipedia), eat toast and Marmite. Most days I don’t physically write. I mean, I write emails and lists and all that, but I don’t generate writing that is part of my creative practice. I make this physical distinction because every day I think about it and this thinking constitutes the largest part of my creative practice.
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I tend to just let it stall. It has taken me a lot of time and anxiety to get to a place where I am OK to do that. I think I’m there now. The writing always comes back. If I notice that I’m not writing a lot then I make a conscious effort to read more.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
I have no real answer so I will tell you this: the year after college I moved back to live with my mum. I drove to work every morning at 6am past the docks and the industrial estates. On one side of the highway was a huge bakery (more like a bread factory), on the other side a chemical works. The smell was amazing but something wasn’t right. I’d always get a whiff of chemical scent mixed with the fresh bread. I couldn’t tell where one smell ended and the other began. That was in Bristol in 2001. I’ve lived in Colorado now on and off for 6 years. Whenever it’s about to snow, Denver smells like dogshit.
14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?
The books I am interested in reading and writing come from everything. I wrote out a huge long list of things I am influenced by then deleted it because I realized I was trying to write down everything that I can remember. I tried to answered this question in depth in conversation with Selah Saterstrom (www.zeroducats.com/resources/Conversation.pdf). But, to address the idea that books come from books: books have to originate in engagement, engagement doesn’t have to originate in a book.
15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
I’m going to make this list that will surely leave off many I should have included. The most important writers to me have been: Allen Ginsberg, Alice Notley, James Joyce, William Blake, Marie Redonnet, Kathy Acker, Kenneth Patchen (especially The Journal of Albion Moonlight), Neil Young, Bob Dylan, William Carlos Williams, Richard Brautigan, Roland Barthes, Edmond Jabès, Jack Kerouac, Virginia Woolf, Whitman, Emerson, JD Salinger, Donald Barthelme, The Bible. Then the other hundred I didn’t mention.
Thinking of contemporary writers, I am energized by the writing of (among others) Renee Gladman, Erik Anderson, Bhanu Kapil, Maggie Nelson, Claudia Rankine and Selah Saterstrom. Anne Waldman is a writer who has made my world a lot better by her very existence in it.
16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
See England win the World Cup. I’d also like to go to a posh restaurant and order a porterhouse with a lobster tail. One day I’d like to drive to Alaska. Maybe for a year I could live in Tokyo?
17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
If all goes to plan, I finish my PhD on April 22nd this year. This summer I am teaching at Naropa’s Summer Writing Program and starting pre-med classes at UC Denver. This, in earnest, will mark the beginning of my attempt to be a physician.
I don’t think of being a writer as an occupation. Not that it doesn’t involve a lot of work, it does. And yes, there are people who earn their living just by writing, so I suppose I don’t consider my writing as my occupation. It’s in one of Salinger’s books (I think Seymour, I throw this around a lot so I should probably check) where the narrator, Buddy, gives his occupation as “writer” and Seymour tells him that writer isn’t something you do, it’s something you are.
Why did I get a PhD in English/Creative Writing if I wanted to be a physician? Well, I didn’t know I was actually going to follow through with medicine when I started the PhD. And they paid me to read and write for 4 years. After all, they don’t teach you about Blanchot in medical school.
If I wasn’t going to do this I would like to be a carpenter, a professional cricketer or a spaceman. Or maybe all three. Imagine watching the earth rise from a wooden rocket ship you had built with your own two hands after playing a crisp cover drive off the bowling of Glenn McGrath. Doesn’t get much better than that.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I like this question a lot but I don’t think I know how answer it. I write rather than draw, paint, play music etc. because I am better at writing than any of those other things. Creativity is a function of consciousness and as such I don’t think it is in opposition to doing something else but just a part of it. What is that other thing? Being a college professor, being a librarian, an attorney, a physician, a schoolteacher, a secretary, a mother, a father, an insurance salesman, a bartender etc. I do not mean for these to be exclusive. That is, I am interested in people who embrace the overlaps.
19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
I read The Sound and The Fury in December. A little late to that party but holy shit! Last week I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey again. I cannot get over that movie. The last recently published book I read that I thought was really great was Bluets by Maggie Nelson. I really liked There Will Be Blood.
20 - What are you currently working on?
I just finished CAST, a book that orbits Carlo Collodi’s wooden boy Pinocchio. It’s the second in a series of three thematically connected books. FABRIC was the first. I’m about to start the third one which I think will be called RISE. It’s not really a trilogy. Maybe a triptych in the way Redonnet uses the term. The three definitely go together.
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Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Monday, March 07, 2011
new from above/ground press: The Peter F. Yacht Club + Brighton, Reid, mclennan, Graham,
The Peter F. Yacht Club #15 ; VERSeFest special!
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In the Garden (sept series) by Monty Reid
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metric: a collaboration of small poems
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First you know, and then so ordinary, (second printing)
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$5
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TEMPORAL MAZE DENTURE by Ross Brighton
published as part of the Dusie 5 Kollectiv;
$4
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In the Garden (sept series) by Monty Reid
$3
link to info/ordering here;
metric: a collaboration of small poems
by rob mclennan + Lea Graham
$4
link to info/ordering here;
First you know, and then so ordinary, (second printing)
by rob mclennan
$3
link to info on first printing here;
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy
write for submission/subscription info, c/o 858 Somerset
Street West, main floor, Ottawa ON K1R 6R7,
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2011 subscriptions still available!
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Ottawa's newest annual poetry festival, www.versefest.ca, begins tomorrow; will we see you there? & watch for the upcoming Haller/Liefso/Yang reading at the Carleton Tavern on March 25th!
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Sunday, March 06, 2011
Recipes from the Red Planet, Meredith Quartermain
Hotel NarrativeThe narratives that make up Vancouver writer Meredith Quartermain's Recipes from the Red Planet (Toronto ON: BookThug, 2010), exist as electric and eccentric prose-poems, pushing deeper against the blur between forms than much of the more poem-specific works of her previous trade collections. The pieces in Recipes from the Red Planet seem to exist as a sequence of striking, nimble texts, employing shifts amid the blur between poems and short stories in lovely, errant prose. Her prose-poems begin from a foundation of uncertainty and the possibility of all things, exploring their ways further out. These are poems that know far more than you do, and manage the strangest and most logical connections through their magnificent range. After watching Quartermain map out her archives of language through books such as Matter (BookThug, 2008), The Eye-Shift of Surface (Greenboathouse Books, 2003) and Spatial Relations (Diaeresis, 2001) to mapping the archives of her geography, strolling her immediate up and down west coast of Nightmarker (NeWest Press, 2008) and Vancouver Walking (NeWest Press, 2005), Recipes from the Red Planet reads as a more fluid continuation of A Thousand Mornings (Nomados, 2002), broadening her scope entirely. Produced as BookThug's "Department of Narrative Studies No. 4," accompanied by a striking series of graphics by New York City artist Susan Bee, this new work maps out an archive of something far deeper and abstract than Quartermain's previous writing, and something far more difficult to name. Even her geographies shift, as in the piece "Dear Post-Land," possibly referring her Ontario origins behind her current Vancouver locale, starting:
She said and he thought and he did and she thought and he said and she did and they thought and I went and they said and you heard and we saw and they wanted and she didn't think and you didn't see and I felt and he liked and we said we couldn't tell. Said Mr. Narrator to Mrs. Narrator. Said trialogue. And Mrs. Narrator thought Mr. Narrator thought Lady Agonist thought Mr. Narrator. Said Lord Agonist to the psychiatrist thought Mr. Narrator. Lacked character said Lady Agonist said Mrs. Narrator thought Lord Agonist. Are you for or against Agonist said Mrs. Narrator to the dog thought Mr. Narrator against Lady Agonist's thigh. I wanted Mr. Narrator to think Lady Agonist felt Mrs. Narrator had Mr. Narrator by the. Her Ladyship felt Lord Agonist didn't. Behind the ears then under a nipple inserted in her pocket. Thought Mrs. Narrator. Would your Lordship care for some. Bushes near a lake, mound at a mineshaft, peak with an outing. Bottoms up her Ladyship's butter, we said. And breadfruit. Is your Lordship out. They think he's in. Mr. Narrator. Thought I. Said Mrs. Narrator. His Lordship's out of pocket. Her Ladyship's innuendo. He's out to lunch. She's ins and outs. He's in futuro incognito. Out of debt. Incomplete. Mrs. Narrator dreamt her Ladyship's buttons wanted setting forth to switchboard for room service his Lordship. Keeps falling asleep. Said Mr. Narrator. Thought Mrs. Narrator. Don't tell me I'm fresh towel check-out his Lordship. Said her Ladyship's buttony TV. Thought. Mrs. Narrator. You're going to soap the doorman I wanted to this morning. Do you have a reservation we could telephone. Mr. Narrator's bellhop. Not that that would. The black that that she mailed that you said we'd already said. Said Mrs. Narrator thought his Lordship. Not that. The other that that I said Lady Agonist said she'd like to have felt. Not that.
I'm from Ontario but where am I addressed to? and where's Ontario from? Can it return there with address unknown? If Ontario goes back where it came from, where will I be? Can I still write to you from there?
Saturday, March 05, 2011
12 or 20 (second series) questions: with Peter Darbyshire
Peter Darbyshire is the author of The Warhol Gang and Please, which won the ReLit Award. He’s also published several short stories and dabbles in comics. He blogs at peterdarbyshire.com and can be found lurking in the usual social sites online. And some of the unusual ones.
1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
Ah, that question. The easiest one to ask and the hardest one to answer.
My first book, Please, didn’t really change my life. I still have to go to work in an office to pay the mortgage. I still have to submit my books to publishers and hope the editors like them enough to make an offer. I’m still delighted to see someone reading one of my books in public, because it doesn’t happen enough for me to be jaded about it.
Then again, the first book changed everything. After it came out, I was writing for an audience as well as for myself. You lose a bit of freedom with that first publication, but you gain a deeper sense of responsibility.
And you enter into some really interesting relationships. There are the readers who contact you — I’ve made friendships with people because of my books. Some of those people I’ve even met in person! And there are also the people you exchange ideas with — reviewers, bloggers, other writers. Before your first book, you’re often on your own, working in isolation. Once you get that book published, you enter into a broader cultural conversation. And that helps drive you as a writer when you get a little mentally tired or beaten down. The party never stops.
How does my most recent work, The Warhol Gang, compare with Please? Well, Please was probably more personal. Each episode in that book is based on something that happened to me or someone I knew. I wanted to engage with the works of Raymond Carver and writers like that, but I wanted to talk about the lives of my generation, where everyone is a misfit and a loser through no fault of their own.
With The Warhol Gang, I was more interested in exploring broader social trends more directly, and the impact of market and media forces on people. Please kind of lingers in the ruins of the past, with its suburbs and dreams of television relationships and such, but The Warhol Gang is trapped in the future, with inescapable malls, neuromarketing, fake everything and relationships that can only be understood through economic terms. It’s a lot darker than Please, and much more absurd. In that sense, I think it’s probably truer to life.
I know that they’re very different books, but to me they don’t feel that separate. The Warhol Gang is many ways a continuation of Please.
The new book I’m working on now, though — that one is crazy!
2 - How did you come to fiction first, as opposed to, say, poetry or non-fiction?
I grew up reading stories, and I started writing stories back in elementary school. They were the usual fantasy hack-and-slash adventures, although, perhaps hinting at what was to come in my writing, I usually had the heroes lose in the end.
So I’ve been writing fiction for as long as I can remember because I love reading, and that love drove me to create stories for others to enjoy.
I experimented with other forms in university. Because university is all about experimentation, right? I tried my hand at poetry, until Daphne Marlatt told me to stop. Wisely, I think. And I write non-fiction in my day job as a newspaper editor, and sometimes on my blog, which is enough for me. But it’s fiction that’s captured my soul. Such as it is.
3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
I wish I had some sort of standard approach because then I could plan my life and perhaps even my writing career. But every project has been different for me. Please kind of evolved as I was learning to write, so you could say it took my entire life up until that point. The Warhol Gang took years because it took me a lot of attempts to find the right way into the book, both in terms of content and style. I’ve written two books since then (currently with the agent) that took about six months each to write. And the book I’m working on now is coming along quickly — I’ve written about two-thirds of it in two rather feverish months. But then I’ve had stories I’ve been working on for years.
So I don’t know that I have a process. You know the saying — you only ever learn to write the book you’re writing.
4 - Where does fiction usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?
My works almost always begin with the ending. I usually get some scene in my head and I think, “Hmm, that’s interesting. How do I get there?” The book or story is the journey to that ending.
Please was definitely a book of short pieces that formed a larger narrative. I intended the episodes to stand alone in terms of plot, but to have an emotional storyline that ran through all the episodes and had its own arc. I’m not sure how many people saw it, but it’s there.
I tried to do the same thing with The Warhol Gang — my original plan was another book of episodes, although with stronger links — but it just didn’t work. Then I tried conventional chapters, but that didn’t work either. It was only when I came up with the idea to break the book down into individual scenes, like a movie, that it actually came together for me.
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
Hmm, that’s a difficult one to answer. I’m not really a social or outgoing person, so the idea of a reading is a bit alien to me. I understand their attraction in a historical sense — it used to be the only way to experience the author, as opposed to the writing — but there are plenty of other ways to get to know an author now. In fact, you’ll probably learn more about an author from their blog or Facebook or whatever than you will going to one of their readings.
Readings used to really unnerve me, because I wasn’t used to being the centre of attention. I don’t crave it, and I don’t particularly like it. But I’ve grown comfortable with the experience of them, and I’ve even come to enjoy the performance at times. It really depends on the event.
I do think readings need to be reinvented. The idea of just standing up on a stage, reading something that everyone can just as easily read for themselves, is kind of ridiculous in this day and age. Some people are good performers of their material, but even that I find kind of boring and a waste of my time, unless it’s something where the performance is the point — like certain sound poets, for instance.
I think readings should be more events — take Chuck Palahniuk’s readings, for instance — or at least discussions of the works. Something where you can learn something. I like the idea of going to a reading where the writer talks about the work without ever reading from it. If I’m there to listen to the author, I’ve probably already read the work.
I’ve tried experimenting with different approaches to readings, where I downplay the reading side and focus more on discussing the cultural stuff that informed the work, and I’ve had really mixed responses. Interestingly, it’s broken down along age lines — the older people tend to complain I didn’t perform my work properly, while the younger people tend to like the different approach.
It has nothing to do with my creative process, unless you count the performance of the author as part of the creative process. In which case it’s everything.
6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
It depends on the book. With Please, I was trying to write about the experiences of my generation — I should have subtitled it “Generation Temp.” But I also wound up writing a bit of a historical book in a sense, in that the characters are often longing for something from the past — a lost love, that suburban neighbourhood, the decision they failed to make — and they inhabit the ruins of the past. They live in their own memories, and in social memories, with suburbs and churches and OJ Simpson car chases and such.
The Warhol Gang is a little more sci-fi in nature, in that like all good science fiction its project is extrapolation. I took a bunch of trends I was starting to see emerging — neuromarketing, holograms, the viral video— and tried to normalize them. That is, I tried to imagine a society where they were the cultural norm. In some ways, I think I failed, because society has already become stranger than I imagined — anime news videos depicting Charlie Sheen rants? Twitter-fuelled revolutions in the Middle East? But we live in an age where the future is happening faster than we can keep up.
In my new book, I’m exploring the idea of the post-future. The characters inhabit a world where they’ve given up trying to keep pace with the future and turn to the past for meaning instead, searching for artifacts and memories that will save them. But that doesn’t stop the future from happening to them. I’m not sure how to discuss it conceptually, because we’re all still struggling to grasp the violent change we’re going through right now, and I think we’re largely unsuccessful at it.
7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
I think the writer has become more of an entertainer and less of a cultural critic, if I can use such terms. I think people have become less interested in books as social criticism and now more than ever want them to be escapist fantasies. See, for example, every instance of an adult reading a children’s book over the last decade or so.
There is a growing social dimension to reading, but it’s just the flock instinct at work — everyone has to be reading the same thing, but no one really thinks about why they’re reading it.You can see it play out in public transit. Everyone is carrying Harry Potter, then everyone is carrying The Da Vinci Code. Last year everyone was reading the Twilight novels. This year everyone is reading the Stieg Larsson novels. The writer’s not really playing any role there. It’s just people reading to kill time on their commute, and they’re just reading what everyone else is reading. It’s the book as virus, not the book as meme.
I like the idea of the writer as social critic — that’s the role I think they should play in larger culture, and it’s clearly the role I’m interested in performing. But I think the only roles allowed for writers now are celebrity or failed celebrity.
8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Well, that depends on the editor, doesn’t it?
I think you definitely need someone to cast a critical eye on your work. If you’ve spent any amount of time with a book, you get to the point where you can’t see it clearly any more, especially if you’ve got more than one idea at work in it — or if you have any ideas at all. Let’s face it — some books don’t. They’re more plot romps.
With The Warhol Gang, I was lucky to have great editors who kicked my ass to make the plot better and the story accessible without undermining the theoretical foundations of the book. So in that case it was essential for the book. But for every writer who’s got a great editor story there’s one with a horror story.
It’s kind of like dating. Sometimes you get married and live happily ever after, and sometimes your crazy lover breaks in to your place and lights everything on fire.
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (fiction to comics)? What do you see as the appeal?
I’ve got no problem with crossing genres. To me, they’re just mood markers. It’s like eating a meal — am I in the mood for Indian or pizza? Do I want to read some sci-fi tonight or a New Yorker? I’m open to reading anything if the writing is good. I can even tolerate books if the writing is so-so but the ideas are interesting to me, like most sci-fi.
So I’ve got no problem writing things that fall into wildly different categories. For instance, I took a break from writing my new book, a work of “literary fiction,” to write a weird western short story with plenty of supernatural characters. I worry about the quality of the writing, not the category.
The comics are a bit different for me. Sometimes I just get lines in my head that are one-offs. I wanted to do more with them than just post them in Facebook updates, so I started mixing them with photos from my life. I find them kind of a fun outlet, but I don’t think I’ll ever have a career in comics.
11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
I’ve got an 11-month-old boy running wild through my life. All my routines are now based on meals and baths. I write when I can, how I can.
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
It certainly helps that I’ve done it before. In the past, when I hit a block, I would think, “Do I really have what it takes to do this? Maybe I can’t finish this project.” But now, I think, “OK, you’ve hit blocks before. No problem. Write your way around it, skip it, go do something else, but don’t worry. You’ll figure it out.” And I do.
The best thing I ever learned was to simply skip ahead in a book rather than spend days or even weeks trying to figure out a problem scene. I think that’s why I’m able to write so much more quickly these days. Skip it and come back later to fill in the blanks. Sometimes writing the later scenes is the only way to figure out what you need in the earlier scenes.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
I have no sense of smell. Nothing reminds me of home.
14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?
I get a lot of ideas from non-fiction, particularly business articles, or New Yorker type articles that have a business angle. My work tends to have an absurdist bent, and business constantly exploits the absurd to maximum profit. Take for instance, the neuromarketing stuff in The Warhol Gang. That all came from one article I read on neuromarketing, which I thought was just insane. It’s a short leap from “let’s read your mind to see what you like about this product” to “let’s make your mind like this product.”
15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
I am inspired by any writer who’s managed to write a decent work of literature that isn’t a genre piece. I don’t mean any disrespect to genre writers when I say that. It’s just that it’s so hard to get something published that isn’t mystery fiction or steampunk or romance or whatever. And it’s even harder to get it read by people. So I have huge respect for writers who manage to create something unique, that’s never been done before, and get it out there in the world. That’s what I try to do with every book, and it’s hard. It’s really hard. And it’s easy to get beaten down when your book sells slowly and the latest vampire love story is selling in the kazillions. So those writers are important to my work because they give me hope.
And the genre writers who write good, literary genre fiction are also inspiring to me. You have to respect someone who can take an exhausted form and reinvent it, and make the writing count.
So, in no particular order, writers like Tony Daniel, Kevin Brockmeier, Chris Bachelder, Annie Proulx, Derek McCormack, Naomi Novik, Lee Henderson, Mark Leyner. You know — writers with vision.
16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Turn every story idea I’ve had into an actual story. The ones that I haven’t managed to write haunt me. They fucking haunt me.
17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
I want to say a professor, but I don’t know.... I did most of a PhD in English, but I got bored and left before finishing, so I’m not sure that’s the correct answer.
I’m fascinated by new technologies, but I’m not a techie person. So I’d probably be a tech journalist.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
Wait — there’s a choice? Do you mean I could have been doing something that paid me money all this time? Aww, man....
And let’s face it, if I wasn’t writing, I’d probably just be a temp.
19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
The last great film was Inception. I’m not sure it really worked — in fact, I’m not really sure I liked it. But it tried to do something intelligent. For that rarity alone, I respect it.
The last great book? It’s personal.
20 - What are you currently working on?
The new book that I’ve talked about in some of the earlier questions is called The Apocalypse Corpse. It is about, among other things, a repo man with amnesia, a mysterious corpse and the end of history. It may also be a love story. I’m waiting to see which characters survive.
Friday, March 04, 2011
Declining America, Rob Budde
In his eighth trade book and fifth poetry collection, Declining America (Toronto ON: Bookthug, 2009), Prince George, British Columbia writer Rob Budde [see a little interview I did with him moons ago, here] explores the idea of America “not as a nation but as a linguistic strategy” (as the back cover tells us) through a blend of travel, translation and Jean Beaudrillaud’s book America (trans. Chris Turner, 1968). A writer who found his footing in Winnipeg, Manitoba, who moved to Prince George to teach, he is the author of the poetry collections Catch as Catch (Winnipeg MB: Turnstone Press, 1994), traffick (Winnipeg MB: Turnstone Press, 1999), Finding Ft. George (Madeira Park BC: Caitlin Press, 2007), all of which riff off the long/extended/serial poem worked by some of his elders, the Canadian poets Dennis Cooley, Robert Kroetsch and Barry McKinnon. Other books include the novels Misshapen (Edmonton AB: NeWest Press, 1997) and The Dying Poem (Toronto ON: Coach House Books, 2003), a collection of prose poems (or short fiction, depending on whom you ask), flicker (Winnipeg MB: Signature Editions, 2005), as well as the anthology In Muddy Water: Conversations with 11 Poets (Winnipeg MB: Signature Editions, 2003). In seven long poems exploring different ideas and formal structures, Budde’s Declining America moves from exploratory prose through to the prose poem, to the lyric and the displacement of words scattered across the page. How does a neighbour so close explore “America”? Close enough to know our neighbour even if they might not us, close enough to feel overlooked and overshadowed, but does the shadow overwhelm, in the end, perception? And how do we, or poems, contradict the idea that we’ve simply become the fifty-second state?
Not to say the conversation is but one-sided, whether the magnificent poem “Hockey Night in Canada” from Lisa Jarnot's Black Dog Songs (Chicago IL: Flood Editions, 2003), Jack Spicer, writing his “Seven Poems for the Vancouver Festival” included in his recent My Vocabulary Did This To Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer, eds. Gizzi and Killian (2008), or even Californian poet Tom Clark writing out his tribute to/translation of Canadian musician Neil Young in his Neil Young (1971). But what will our neighbours to the south think about how we sometimes speak of them? It’s one thing for Americans, poets or otherwise, exploring themselves critically; what is this thing American-born Canadian poet Budde is doing, a critical explore or series of obfuscated reference points?
In the best kind of continued long poems or poem of any kind, Budde doesn’t give answers, but instead opens up a series of questions and explorations, some of which even manage to contradict, and at the end of the opening poem, is this a comfort or a warning when he writes “My fellow citizens / will be overcome. We will pass on, / carry on, we will, // we may.” (“Prologue: A Reiteration”)?
SCENE 2
the creation of speed freedom, a distillation to intoxicate evenly
no not existing the extreme velocity sanctioned by the stalwart auspices of freedom and free range and frontier such emancipation allowing for the free play of addictions and self-destruction a national death wish played out daily for the casual sublimation of fear of being discovered as compulsive that defence always spun aggressively to fend off pedestrian complaint and psychoanalysis christ not a therapist in sight to compose this headlong distortion become reality all-encompassing so the inebriation is not marked but hegemony like an object in motion without fixed reference there is little chance of triangulation when there it is shot through with incorporation and narrativized into the barroom away and photo finish (“My American Movie”)
Not to say the conversation is but one-sided, whether the magnificent poem “Hockey Night in Canada” from Lisa Jarnot's Black Dog Songs (Chicago IL: Flood Editions, 2003), Jack Spicer, writing his “Seven Poems for the Vancouver Festival” included in his recent My Vocabulary Did This To Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer, eds. Gizzi and Killian (2008), or even Californian poet Tom Clark writing out his tribute to/translation of Canadian musician Neil Young in his Neil Young (1971). But what will our neighbours to the south think about how we sometimes speak of them? It’s one thing for Americans, poets or otherwise, exploring themselves critically; what is this thing American-born Canadian poet Budde is doing, a critical explore or series of obfuscated reference points?
A
carefully, ever so
pre cisely crimping the
edge of the
marking the place
tenderly, understanding
only that the return
the assurance always
and then, the look up
a moving sidewalk
ending, look down
and so, nodding assent
the book, the body
the idea of an airplane
affirmed no acquiescence
no, look down (“Cramped O’Hare Writing”)
In the best kind of continued long poems or poem of any kind, Budde doesn’t give answers, but instead opens up a series of questions and explorations, some of which even manage to contradict, and at the end of the opening poem, is this a comfort or a warning when he writes “My fellow citizens / will be overcome. We will pass on, / carry on, we will, // we may.” (“Prologue: A Reiteration”)?
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Pearl Pirie wins the 2011 Robert Kroetsch Award for Innovative Poetry!
Massive congratulations to our very own Pearl Pirie, who won this year's 2011 Robert Kroetsch Award for Innovative Poetry with her manuscript "Thirsts," with final judging done from an impressive shortlist of nine (including Ottawa locals Christine McNair, Sandra Ridley + Amanda Earl) by Neil Besner. Pearl [read my piece on her on the Globe & Mail book blog here] is the author of the trade collection been shed bore (Chaudiere, 2010), and chapbooks including over my dead corpus (AngelHousePress, 2009) and oath in the boathouse (above/ground press, 2008). Pearl has already blogged on the shortlist, including links to all the authors for further information and, today, posted further on the award itself, including history, past winners and Robert Kroetsch himself. For further information on Pearl Pirie, check out her Proust Questionnaire at Open Book Toronto, her "12 or 20 questions," a further interview at Ottawa Focus, or her most recent interview in the seventh issue of ottawater, conducted by Chris Turnbull (watch for another interview forthcoming in the third issue of seventeen seconds, condcuted by Sean Moreland). Hooray Pearl!
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