Nothing about the art of writing is more interesting to me—as both reader and writer—than the power of language to open, or to enhance, or to teach, our perceptions about life and about living in the richest emotional and thoughtful ways possible. My own Sweetbitter is my major effort at imagining in language or with language as a kind of perception. Our intuitions are immensely valuable, when we can catch hold of them; for the writer, the process of imagining and articulating is a kind of method of deepening our perceptiveness and our intuitions. My books of poems, also, are a necessary—for me—practice of the art of writing.
William Goyen’s The House of Breath—a relatively short, lyric, novel—is a unique creation.
Set in the early 20th century in small-town Texas, it portrays a family of misfits and an almost supernatural world in which a deep well and a river narrate two of the chapters, while other chapters are told in a different voice.
In the family, each of its four wayward grown children is a remarkably distinct character. They differ in their sexuality, and one of the main dramas they have in common is their feeling of wanting to leave the small town in which they were born and go out into the larger, while at the same time longing, in the larger world, for the small town again, and the original house of the family.
The narrative is told in different voices. The house, too, seems a character. I learned from this book (and from Goyen’s short stories) how the intimacy of conversation is one of the great resources of our lives.
Readers can now rediscover one of William Goyen's most important works in this restoration of the original text. The House of Breath eschews traditional conventions of plot and character presentation. The book is written as an ethereal address to the people and places the narrator remembers from his childhood in a small Texas town. More than a story, it is a meditation on the nature of identity, origins, and memory.
I *adore* Katherine Mansfield’s work. She wrote short stories, not novels.
She was still rather young when she died of tuberculosis. Her portrayals of love, family, and especially of children, are for me gloriously wonderful with insight and perceptiveness about relationships. From the New Zealand settings of many of her stories (where she was born and grew up), she emigrated to London, then to France (where she received medical treatment for TB), and Switzerland (also for treatment for TB—unsuccessful).
She seems to me a lonely genius—perceiving deeply not only other persons (of many sorts) on whom she modeled her short stories but also herself. Her seemingly idyllic childhood in NZ is perhaps the core source of her accomplishment—especially the novellas At the Bay and Prelude. But her adult life was difficult and she seems to have been uncertain about her writing, even though to me she seems a genius of fiction. Almost, some say, a Chekhov of the English language.
With an Introduction and Notes by Professor Stephen Arkin, San Francisco State University.
Katherine Mansfield is widely regarded as a writer who helped create the modern short story. Born in Wellington, New Zealand in 1888, she came to London in 1903 to attend Queen's College and returned permanently in 1908. her first book of stories, In a German Pension, appeared in 1911, and she went on to write and publish an extraordinary body of work. This edition of The Collected Stories brings together all of the stories that Mansfield had written up until her death in January of 1923.
I don’t think I could have written my book had I not read Morrison’s extraordinary, brilliant Beloved.
From her book, I learned how to create the historical setting in which characters live, suffer, love, and die. In her novel I also learned the profound capacity of language to create what seems utterly real, even though it is imagined. And real in very complex, dazzlingly full, amazingly perceptive, penetrating, ways.
Style is a novelist’s presence or even identity on the page, and while, for a writer of fiction, imitating some other writer’ style never really works, and is anyway a sort of crutch, there is so much richness in the great writers (like Morrison) that probably every writer who has read Beloved has learned from that book—reading it not only as a person but also a great artist of prose.
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This novel carried me into a culture and ways of thinking that of course I myself had never known firsthand.
I found the experience of reading it inspiring. And the vividness of characters, the brilliance of the writer’s perceptiveness about people, the honoring of traditions and family connections, and the liveliness of feeling and thinking and weeping and laughing—all of this was (again, for a fellow writer)—a marvelous achievement of this fiction-writer’s gift.
Fully absorbing, wonderfully informative, and compellingly insightful, this book has remained one of my touchstones as a writer of prose. I love all her work, but this book in particular—as perhaps a million readers have learned—is unlike any other novel I have read and I cherish its uniqueness. In it, the life of feeling, and the way in which one treats others, are deeply evoked and memorable.
“The beauty of Love Medicine saves us from being completely devastated by its power.” — Toni Morrison
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This massive novel consists of several novellas in which some of the same characters appear.
Each major character is given a novella, and the characters interact among each other in different ways. But the great thing about this novel—which was the first of White’s books that I read (and then I read all the others!)—is that White has an unusual, a surprising, a somehow oblique angle, on human beings and their actions and feelings and fates, that is brought so vividly to life by his stylistic genius.
Some of his long sentences are almost like compositions that could stand alone. He sees so much in people, he delves so deeply into what they themselves don’t even realize they are thinking or feeling or deciding to do. I feel, when reading White, that I am standing behind him and he’s showing me how to understand other human beings. How to perceive each other. How to accept the strangeness and oddity of some persons, and the stark simplicity and frankness of others.
He writes about everyday life but his genius is in his writing about what people believe—about life, about death, about being.
Through the crumbling ruins of the once splendid Xanadu, Miss Hare wanders, half-mad. In the wilderness she stumbles upon an Aborigine artist and a Jewish refugee. They place themselves in the care of a local washerwoman. In a world of pervasive evil, all four have been independently damaged and discarded. Now in one shared vision they find themselves bound together, understanding the possibility of redemption.
Sweetbitter is a historical narrative set in the late nineteenth century and early twentieth. This artistic choice allowed me to describe love and children, poverty and wealth, tolerance and racism, in a different era—although it is a forerunner of our own era. The characters Reuben and Martha came to me in different ways—Reuben as a boy, then a young man, and Martha as a young woman extremely unlikely to fall in love with someone like Reuben. More than “an adventure story and a romance,” the book sets the story in small towns and villages and in the Texas wilds. I could not help becoming deeply attached to Reuben and Martha. Even though I’d created them, they seemed to me real persons.
I am passionate about fierce female protagonists in fiction because I believe that fiction is a great way to highlight real-life issues. Before becoming an author, I was a lawyer. It was tough navigating the challenges of maternity leave and trying to have a career whilst being a mum to a young family. The reality is that there’s still plenty of gender inequality remaining in the world at large, so I made sure that I always write strong, competent female main characters to lead by example. As you can imagine, my reading tastes are the same as my writing ones, making me an excellent curator of strong female fiction.
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I can tell when you’re lying. Every. Single. Time. I’m Jinx, a PI hired to find a missing university student, I hope to find her propped up at a bar–yet my gut tells me there’s more to this case than a party girl gone wild. Firstly, she’s a bookish soul who’s as likely to go off the rails as Mother Theresa. Secondly, I’m not the only one on her trail; she’s also being tracked by the implacable and oh-so-sexy Inspector Stone. Stone…
I can tell when you’re lying. Every. Single. Time.
I’m Jinx. As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill – but let’s face it, it’s not normal. You’d think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven’t been able to track down my parent’s killers.
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