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Short story: “Flying to America”

“Flying to America,” by Donald Barthelme

Apparently many pieces of this story have appeared in various places, but the story as a whole first appeared in the New Yorker, December 4th, 1971 (available to subscribers here), and was collected in a book of the same title

No idea how many words

There’s so much going on in a (typical) Barthelme story, it’s dazzling. Here it’s all held together by the narrator, with his artistic ambitions and his pull towards Perpetua. What do we do with a story like this? Do we long for the filmmaker to realize his vision? “Well, yes.” Do we long for him to get together with Perpetua? Well … not so much, for me, since his attraction to her feels very conventional, much in the same mold as men’s desire for women in “I Bought a Little City” and “The School”—a placeholder, maybe, for all kinds of desire. I don’t know if I understand any of this.

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On the thrill of writing fiction

[T]hat sense of life, that feeling that I’m telling myself a story—you’d think it’d be something very easy to conjure up—what I mean is that you’d think after a while it would come more easily, and I’d be able to conjure it up whenever I sit down to write—but the opposite is true—that feeling becomes harder and harder to capture—and yet when you do—when you actually grab hold of it—the feeling is so astonishing, because it really is nothing like reading a story. Reading a story is a dream within a dream compared to the writing of a story. There’s just something so real about a story that you write yourself. It lives inside of you in the way that no other story can.”

—Rahul Kanakia (x)

On self-editing

“Any fool can write, but only a writer can cut.”

—Douglas Adams, according to this

An encouraging thing?

“Ten thousands things have to spark all at the same time, and cohere into a good hot flame, before a story results for me. I can still count the stories I’ve begun and finished on one hand.”

—Kai Ashante Wilson (x, found in a comment here)

Short story: “YouTube Comment 2 to Video of I Like America and America Likes Me by Joseph Beuys”

“YouTube Comment 2 to Video of I Like America and America Likes Me by Joseph Beuys,” by Yxta Maya Murray

Appeared in The Cincinnati Review: 14.2 Winter 2018; excerpt here

No idea how many words

A really interesting piece about the tension between the artistic drive and the life of a single mother.

See also the Review‘s commentary.

Essay: “Face the Music”

“Face the Music: My Improbable Trip to Saturn (or Close Enough) with Sun Ra,” by Michael Lowenthal

Ploughshares Solo 5.1, for sale here and as part of an omnibus edited by Ladette Randolph, 2017

Must be close to 10,000 words, but not sure

A nonfiction essay that manages to have the shape and power of fiction.

Short story: “Though She Be But Little”

“Though She Be But Little,” by C. S. E. Cooney

Appeared in Uncanny Magazine, Issue Eighteen, September/October 2017; online here

5792 words

What an odd story. I started reading it in an idle moment and then couldn’t stop. The mysterious silver sky that turns everyone into what they really are is a great device.

I had never heard of Bunco, so some bits of the story were more opaque to me than others.

Cooney on the creative process:

I’d almost forgotten the origin story of this story by the time I finally finished it three years later. I’ve reconstructed most of the pieces since then, but what I can tell you for sure about it is, when I stumbled across the first three scenes from ‘Though She Be But Little’ in January earlier this year (then titled ‘The Post-Argentum Face-Off of Emma Anne and the Loping Man’), when I was looking for inspiration in my ‘To Be Finished’ folder, I had no idea where this story came from, why I wrote it, what I was thinking, and how the heck I meant to finish it. 

“Totally clueless. I just read through it, barked out a giggle-cuss, and then Carlos Hernandez, who was in the other room asked, ‘What happened? Why are you laughing?’ 

“To which I replied something like, ‘I just found the weirdest half of a story I ever wrote in my whole life—including The Big Bah-Ha!—which is saying something!!!—and I have no memory of writing it.’

“I was having the experience, I realized, of coming to my own writing the way an absolute stranger would.”

On distractions from writing

“I don’t always have the luxury to set aside a couple of hours for writing, so in the past when I did get to set those hours aside, and failed to focus, I could be especially harsh on myself. A real writer wouldn’t get off track like this, I told myself, hoping to guilt myself into focusing. Except when I thought these words, instead of feeling like getting back on track, I just began to feel less like a real writer.

“So I tried a new approach. I went with the distraction. I decided that distraction did not have to be something to beat myself up over. It could be an asset. It could even be a kind of craft tool. After all, the more I let my mind wanderings play out, the more I noticed that most of my thoughts also had to do with narrative: A plot twist in the news. A rejected suitor on The Bachelorette’s desperate attempt to rewrite the story of who he was. If I gave it time, all of my distractions funneled themselves into something like fiction. A part of my mind kept monkeying toward story, even when it was avoiding the story I actually was trying to write. When I let these distractions happen, and didn’t fight them, they often led me back to an interest in narrative, and eventually an interest in my narrative, the story I was trying to tell in the first place.”

—Lee Conell (x)

On second person

“I’ve made a lot of use of second person lately, and I think one of the reasons why it attracts me is that it’s direct communication with the reader in a way that no other POV is. I know a lot of people aren’t overly fond of it, and I think a lot of the time it’s not done particularly well, but as a stylistic tool I love it. This story felt very immediate, and of course it’s an old idea that one thing that happens in the moments before death is a turning-inward, a taking of inventory. You have your last moments of communication with yourself as well as others. So it felt natural to go that way. I didn’t really think about the specifics of why until now, honestly.”

—Sunny Moraine (x), about “What Glistens Back”

On the terror and hurt of writing

“To be honest, this story terrifies me for two reasons; one, because it’s written in blood; and two, it’s written about blood. I hurt myself writing ‘Jonny Appleseed.’ I write because I need to—because I haven’t ever seen or heard this story before[….]”

—Joshua Whitehead