June Toasted Cheese!

Looking for something to read? Check out the June 2013 issue of Toasted Cheese.

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Summer 2013 – dissertation update 1

Yes, I’ve tired of the weekly/biweekly updates, but I’m still keeping track of my progress (and yes, still making progress). Occasional updates from here on.

  • Data analysis…
    • Twitter data (DONE)
    • Page 69 vocab data (DONE)
    • Acknowledgments data (DONE)
  • Skim/read 7 ebooks (DONE with all ebooks/books).
  • Backed up project (a few times, getting paranoid ;))

the reader and the author

The students in my short fiction class this spring were fascinated with second person. The biology majors, especially, liked the idea of a narrator that was instructive and universal, the reader and the author at once.

“You” could do what “I” couldn’t, they told me. Their yous told semi-fictions about souring romances and abusive parents. “You” learned you couldn’t go home again, and you are right.

Thomas Page McBee

I don’t know if it means anything, but I found it intriguing, this remark that it was the biology majors that were fascinated by the reader/author duality. Hmm.

Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi: Flow, the secret to happiness

So what it’s telling you here is that obviously this automatic, spontaneous process that he’s describing can only happen to someone who is very well trained and who has developed technique. And it has become a kind of a truism in the study of creativity that you can’t be creating anything with less than 10 years of technical-knowledge immersion in a particular field. Whether it’s mathematics or music, it takes that long to be able to begin to change something in a way that it’s better than what was there before. Now, when that happens, he says the music just flows out. And because all of these people I started interviewing — this was an interview which is over 30 years old — so many of the people described this as a spontaneous flow that I called this type of experience the “flow experience.” And it happens in different realms.

 

14: Room

RoomRoom by Emma Donoghue

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

From the fall 2012 VPL book sale.

Read in May 2013.

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Here’s one I probably don’t need to say much about. You’ve either read it or you’ve read about it. My question going in was “will it live up to the hype?” The answer: yes.

Jack, the narrator, is five years old. His mother, who he calls Ma, is 26. They live in a 12×12 room, which turns out to be a garden shed (spoiler? I think that horse has left the barn). Jack thinks Room is the whole world and everything else is “TV” (imaginary). Jack calls everything by proper nouns: Bed, Wardrobe, Door. This is partly because there is only one of each of these things in his world. But also, I wondered if it didn’t partly come from the children’s shows he likes to watch. For example, he’s a big fan of Dora, and Dora’s backpack is called Backpack.

Ma has managed to shelter Jack from the reality of their situation, but now that he’s five, he’s starting to ask questions. She decides to tell him the truth. Events start snowballing from there.

What I thought was particularly impressive about Room was the pacing. It starts off at an almost oppressive pace, detailing the minutia of a day in the room. But then just when you start to think “I’m not sure how much more this I can take” Donoghue shifts gears, and the story speeds up to an almost frenetic pace. Finally, she slows it down again, letting readers catch their breaths.

I know some readers didn’t like the story being told in Jack’s voice—they find kid-voices annoying or question the authenticity of his thoughts—but I think to tell this particular story, it had to be from his pov. If it were told from Ma’s pov, it would be a story we’ve heard before. We also have no trouble imagining how we’d feel if we were kidnapped/falsely imprisoned. So telling the story from Ma’s pov sets up a very different narrator/reader dynamic. Jack’s situation is outside the realm of our experience . Readers have to work harder to understand his perspective, not because he’s a child, but because we (with few exceptions) didn’t start off life like Jack did.

tl;dr: It is easy for us to empathize with Ma; we have to work to empathize with Jack.

And that’s why I think the last part, when Jack is suffering from sensory overload, when he wants to go back, is so important. This story is not about freedom, as it would be if it was told from Ma’s pov, but about adjustment. Jack has to adjust the entire framework of his life experience.

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the writer’s job is to write about questions … not, however, to answer them

And then comes the final line: “I closed my eyes and pondered my next move.” My students often complain that this ending seems abrupt, unfinished. In the anthology we use, it comes at the very bottom of the page, and students often admit to having flipped to the next page, expecting the story to continue. Usually I avoid telling them that it does continue in the collection of linked stories, because doing so allows students to dismiss the ending as a concession to the larger narrative or as something other than an ending. Instead, I direct them to the letter by Chekhov in which he famously instructs A.S. Suvorin, “You are right in demanding that an artist approach his work consciously, but you are confusing two concepts: the solution of a problem and the correct formulation of a problem. Only the second is required of the artist.” In other words, the writer’s job is, first, to write about questions complex enough that they avoid simplistic answers or easy moralizing and, second, to demonstrate such questions with precision and accuracy. The writer’s job is not, however, to answer them. Answers are not only reductive, they’re also political, prescriptive, moralistic, and this undermines the efforts of such realists to be “visible nowhere.”

J.T. Bushnell

I’ve written before about my difficulty with endings (and how this is likely a key reason why I have several three-quarters-finished novels). Lately, I’ve noticed that often even when I think a book is very good, I find the ending disappointing compared to the rest of the book, so I’m starting to think that perhaps ending-angst is not uncommon amongst writers.

Before I go on, I’m going to pause and quote myself. I was going to excerpt, but wth, here’s the whole thing:

Thought the 1st: If it’s not a mystery, the reader figuring out the ending before the end isn’t that important. It’s more about how you get there.

Thought the 2nd: I have a similar problem (I think) with novels wherein I cycle through various ideas for endings, but can never settle on one b/c each choice feels too arbitrary. (am I forcing it? is this the ‘right’ ending?) Whereas with short stories, I tend not to worry as much about the structure, and just write till the story feels done, then fix any issues in subsequent drafts. IOW, w/ short stories I don’t plan out the ending, I write to it. (I also finish stories, novels not so much Wink hmm. …aha moment…)

Thought the 3rd: If you’re bored with writing it, maybe it really is boring? That is, maybe everything is too figured out. Maybe you need more mystery, more uncertainty about where things are going to keep you interested–and maybe that’ll also make for a more interesting story in the end? Maybe think less about where you’re going than where you are in the story right now.

Thought the 4th: Maybe the ending doesn’t need to be ‘satisfying’ (all loose ends tied up, everything made clear). I’ve been thinking about the season finale of The Killing. On the surface, the show was a season-long police procedural. So, when the season ended without the killer being unambiguously identified, viewers were all up in arms about how they’d been ripped off, blah blah blah. So you might say, oh, the ending was failure. Except… everyone who watched was talking about it–precisely because the ending was ambiguous.

The first time I read The Grapes of Wrath, I hated the ending. That’s not an ending, I said. The book just stops! I did feel ripped off. But now, I see how wrong I was. Even though it’s been a long time since I’ve read it, and in the interim I’ve read many books whose endings I’ve forgotten, I remember that ending.

Thought the 5th: Maybe this would be a good topic for an article!

Well, that was two years ago and I still haven’t written an article on endings, but I think I’m getting closer. Anyway.

I like this approach to endings—end with a possibility, a fork in the road, a decision to be made, rather than ending with the decision because it eliminates the arbitrariness of picking choice A, B, or C  (which, ugh). It’s not up to the writer to decide. It’s up to the reader.

If the author decides, then that choice becomes the de facto ‘right’ choice. There’s nothing for readers to think about, to discuss, at the story level. Any ‘discussion’ is therefore focused on the author and their choice (UPOP if readers agree with the decision the author made, flamewars if they disagree).

If the reader decides, it allows different readers to make different choices. There is no one ‘right’ choice. Discussion is necessarily focused on the story, rather than the author. There is no one right answer, only stronger or weaker arguments.

Also, now I want to re-read The Joy Luck Club.

happiness becomes more and more about being content

Research suggests (and my own experience has shown me) that what it means to be “happy” slowly evolves into something very different from our youthful idea of happiness.   Happiness for the young is largely about anticipating the joys of new accomplishments … As we grow older, we find that happiness becomes more and more about being content in our current circumstances, and hanging on to what we’ve already got[.]

Heidi Grant Halvorson

13: The Flying Troutmans

The Flying TroutmansThe Flying Troutmans by Miriam Toews

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

From the Spring 2011 VPL book sale.

Read in April 2013.

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Hattie Troutman was living in Paris with her boyfriend, but returns home to take care of her sister Min’s kids when Min has a psychotic break and is hospitalized. Hattie is 28; her nephew Logan is 15 and niece Thebes (short for Theodora) is 11.

Hattie is unsure about taking on this responsibility and decides to take the kids and go look for their father, Cherkis, who left years before. Which means… road trip! Yes, this is a road trip book. Love. Most of the story takes place on the road. Naturally, they have a crumbling van and stay at cheap motels in dusty towns populated by quirky characters.

They start in South Dakota, where Hattie knows Cherkis used to live. There, they get a lead that he moved to California, so they head off cross-country. On the way, they have adventures (of course).

I’m not sure when this is supposed to be set, but they drive across the border without showing ID and Hattie keeps making calls to the hospital to check on Min’s condition from pay phones, so I’ll assume back at least a decade (it was published in 2008).

I think I’ll stop here lest I say anything spoilery. I loved this book.

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