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Month: February 2019

What is Lisa Alward Reading?

I’m about a third of the way through the 2018 edition of The O. Henry Prize Stories. I love short story anthologies and the O. Henry is my favourite, so I always make sure it turns up in my Christmas stocking. Not only are the stories consistently wonderful but the story of the series itself is so delightful as well — William Sydney Porter’s grieving friends gathering at the Biltmore Hotel and deciding (no doubt under the influence of a few cocktails) to read all the stories published in 1918 for an annual bearing his pen name.

A century later, I comb first through the table of contents to see if I recognize anything (yes! Lara Vapnyar’s “Deaf and Blind” from The New Yorker). Next, I read the essay on a forgotten artist — often a woman (this year, Gina Berriault, winner of the PEN/Faulkner and National Book Critics Circle Awards for her 1996 fiction collection Women in Their Beds) — then I jump in. So far, the story I’ve liked most is Jo Ann Beard’s quirky exploration of violence, “The Tomb of Wrestling,” which is also the first pick of two of this year’s guest jurors, Fiona McFarlane, Ottessa Moshfegh, and Elizabeth Tallent. After I finished it, I did what I always do, which is read the writer’s comments at the back. I love finding out where stories come from and, in Beard’s case, was amused to learn that the seed was a single stray sentence (“She struck her attacker in the head with a shovel, a small one that she normally kept in the trunk”) that struck her as she was cleaning her car.

Looking forward to the rest!

 

Photo provided by Lisa Alward and Flickr user Vicente

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Nathan Mader’s Writing Space

“OUT—IN”

I have two writing spaces: OUT and IN. OUT is on the subway, walking the streets or in the woods, riding my bicycle, wandering museums, grocery shopping. OUT is any public space where the mind wants to swerve towards subconscious intuitions surrounding images, ideas, and imaginings searching for an unknown coherence. Poetry at its most immediate and fluid. The strong, unexpected dose. OUT is for my little blue notebooks, green or black pen, iPhone voice recorder and / or iPhone notes.

IN is sitting down at the MacBook Air and transcribing, shaping, editing. The days and weeks of sustained work on a poem. If something makes it from OUT to IN, there’s a good chance I’ll live with the poem it until I can’t, so the space becomes a part of the poem’s transformation to becoming a thing in the world. For the past eight months, IN occurs in my small apartment in the Yamashina Ward of Kyoto. The Air sits on the Japanese-style table that came with the place, and I eat there, too. The table is surrounded by the books sustaining me at the moment and they seem to keep arranging themselves in patterns on the floor. A lot of the newish books rotate, but two of my old masters, Dickinson and Háfiz, are always there. Lately I’ve been writing about animals, and I see “The Tiger Hunt” by Rubens and “Head of a Stag” by Velázquez in big art books I’ve left open. In front of me is a framed poem that my friend Randy Lundy gave me, which makes me feel good whenever I need to feel closer to home, and some printed versions of my poems. It also seems important that behind where I sit to write is the bed where I sleep and dream.

One of the main things that seems to be doing a lot to make this place a good IN is the small shrine. Contained in a cigar box that my neighbour from the USA gave me, the central relic is a framed postcard of the Annunciation that I bought in Rome. Along that divine messenger Gabriel’s spine, pressed behind the glass, are rosebush leaves I took from the hedge surrounding Castle Muzot in Switzerland, the place where Rilke completed the Duino Elegies and composed the Sonnets to Orpheus. Besides the postcard, there are sprigs of pine from Canada that I like to smell, some stones that give off unique energies, pretty leaves, a cardboard triptych by Bosch, and a crow’s feather I found in a nearby forest that keeps me conscious of the shadow side. Hidden behind the shrine is a picture of Kannon, the thousand-armed female/male Goddess/Bodhisattva who reminds me, and hopefully the poems, to be permeable.

Every artist probably has their own sense of what makes their IN. For me, the presences I’ve gathered here enlarge this small physical room by offering many gateways for the imagination to pass through. This fluidity helps to open what Rilke called “world-innerspace,” that place in ourselves where “The birds fly quietly / through us.” When the writing is at its best, I sit on the small cushion at the table in the glow of the screen and disappear.

Photos provided by Nathan Mader

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Aviva Martin’s Writing Space

Writing Spaces

Mostly I write lying down, my laptop unfolded, keyboard on my torso, the screen against the cushions that lean against my thighs. My head and neck are supported by a pillow so I can see both keyboard and screen. I’ve haven’t learned touch typing. Yet.

I have a desk—a beautiful, metal, three-tiered, Ikea desk. When I get off the bed to think an idea, or look for one, or because I have glanced up to see there is a sunset that needs attention, or to loosen from the stiffness I’ve accumulated, I move the computer to the desk so that I can scurry there before the idea is lost.

In the summer, at my little cottage, I have a half acre of writing spaces. More, really, because there are 360 directions to face from each space. I don’t write at the beach, because I’m wet, or gazing, but I write of the beach.

 

Photo by Flickr user Claire McMahon

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Terry Watada’s Writing Space

Writing Spaces

I’m too embarrassed to send a photo or a video. The space is too messy.

I love that it’s in the basement office (created by former house owners). It’s away from family activity, yet not so isolated, since just up the stairs is the kitchen (for the coffee) and there is a second bathroom.

The space is large enough to house a major part of my CD collection. I also have my vinyl collection a few steps away. I’ve been collecting since the 1960s. I can’t stop! I love the music of my youth (who doesn’t?) so I keep it close to me and play it all the time. It is not a distraction when I write.

My favourite bands include: the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Yardbirds, the Byrds, the Animals and about a dozen others. I am over-the-moon with my fresh copy of the Beatles “White Album, 50th anniversary edition”. I know 50 years!

Tips and tricks? Write something everyday (even weekends). You will be amazed how much accumulates after a few weeks, months, a year. Take breaks too.

Photo by Flickr user Richard Hewitt

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Adan Jerreat-Poole’s Writing Space

Writing Spaces

In the fall I had to move out of my Hamilton apartment because of a cockroach infestation (the glamorous life of a grad student and aspiring writer).

Since then, I’ve been geographically unstable, moving between cities and rooms and comforters, home-making with a few favourite books, a miniature of Sadness from Inside Out, and the blue and white bird salt & pepper shakers that once belonged to my grandmother.

I’m always looking for those few quiet moments and patches of sunlight on oak to write amidst the chaos of grad school and the ups and downs of depression. My writing spaces are other people’s desks; the corner table at indie cafés; anywhere with music or stacks of library books.

Some spaces are waiting to be discovered and others are waiting to be built.

Thank you to all the people who have given me room to write, sharing space and tea and favourite albums.

Also my cat Dragon, who doesn’t so much help as distract me—but I enjoy her company anyway.

 

Photos provided by Adan Jerreat-Poole
and Flickr user Anders Ostergaard

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What is Scott Armstrong Reading?

Who’s Reading What?

Every year I try to re-read a Charles Bukowski book and one of his poetry collections.

Currently, I am going through an early short story collection, South of No North. He is a master in brevity, and his stories are raw, dirty, and funny in a very human way. His poetry holds some of his best work, poking at the wound that is our shared humility. You will either love him or hate him. But his words will stick.

Love is a Dog From Hell will be the poetry collection I read later on. This book is a good place to start. Or Ham on Rye, which is as close to traditional narrative as he touches.

Photo by Flickr user Kingdom Kilpatrick

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Fiona Tinwei Lam’s Writing Space

Once a week, I go to a cafe on Main and Broadway to write with my long-time friend, playwright Loretta Seto. Bean Around the World is right at the crossroads between the east and west side of Vancouver, and is easy to get to via the 99 B-Line bus. It’s usually half-empty, so I can find a seat along the wall where there are electrical sockets available in case my laptop’s battery is running low.

The staff are friendly and the tea is looseleaf. It’s not fancy or trendy, but neither am I. Sometimes I need to escape the piles of tasks and subvert my usual avoidance strategies. Loretta’s focus on her plays and screenplays helps me focus, and vice-versa. Sometimes we discuss problems we’re having with our respective projects. I like heading out with a clear intention–whether I fulfill my intentions is another matter. Turning off access to the internet helps. I usually bring a book or two so I can read a few poems first, and then review my notes. I might revise or edit an existing piece, or launch into a new piece.

Once a month, I come here to mentor a Downtown Eastside writer, Henry Doyle, as it’s easy for him to travel to. During the editing of the Love Me True anthology in 2017, I met my co-editor, Jane Silcott, here almost weekly.

Photos by Fiona Tinwei Lam, Loretta Seto,
and Flickr user Steven Darrah

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What’s Bernadette Rule Reading?

One of my favourite writers is Anne Carson, particularly for Autobiography of Red, which is among my top ten favourite books.

Even though I can’t always understand her, I find reading her instructive and inspiring.

Before Christmas I was browsing in Hamilton’s wonderful used bookstore Westside Stories and found two Carson’s I hadn’t read before: Men in the Off Hours and Plainwater. They are doing a fine job of filling the long January nights.

Photo by Flickr user dailypoetics

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Launched: An Interview with Laura Rock Gaughan

Welcome to Launched! The Launched series focuses on new Canadian books by Canadian authors. In the first instalment, Carrie Snyder interviews Laura Rock Gaughan about her new book, Motherish.

Laura Rock Gaughan’s debut fiction collection, Motherish, was released last month by Turnstone Press. We conversed back and forth during the past few weeks, as she celebrated her book’s launch at several successful events, and travelled to New York City with her daughter. Here is our (somewhat condensed) interview.

How long have you been at work on these stories?

Longer than I’d care to admit. The first story published in a journal appeared twelve years ago. I’ve placed fiction steadily since then, as well as some non-fiction. I tend to be a slow writer, which used to bother me quite a lot, but now I accept that sometimes a story has to lie dormant, and then an idea will come that resolves a problem on the page, or gives me a fresh angle from which to proceed.

It’s funny: we celebrate slow food and now slow travel is a thing, but slow writing, not so much. (I wrote an essay recently about the challenges of revising older stories.)

When did you realize you were working on a collection of stories?

It took me a while to see a through-line in my preoccupations. There were all these mothers and pregnant women and babies. Also, motherish caregivers, relatives, and employers. I was intrigued by all the expectations women have faced and continue to face around motherhood. And how mothering can be an expansive, sometimes shady, verb—caring, as well as influencing and controlling. I had the stories first and then began to see them as a collection based on that idea.

You mentioned the word “motherish,” using it as an adjective for caregivers, etc.; and of course that’s also the title of your book. What does Motherish mean to you?

My daughter coined the term “motherish”—as far as I’m concerned, it was her—as an insult. There was a moment when her sister was being overbearing, and she said, “That’s pretty motherish of you.” The word stuck in my head. I like its lack of certainty, and the way it critiques received notions of motherhood.

Generally, I’m attracted to -ish. The ambiguity, the grey area—fiction’s territory.

Motherish is your debut collection of stories. I know it’s early going, but can you talk about what it means to you to publish a book?

I think the best way to describe my feelings (so far) about publishing my first book is quietly happy. Oddly low-key. Of course, I’m thrilled to have a book, something I’ve worked toward for a long time. Having gone through the whole process now, I feel more confident about approaching the next book. And people have sent me lovely notes about the stories—I wasn’t expecting that. It’s a wonderful feeling. So, that’s all great.

On the other hand, while I revere books and always wanted to publish one, for me it’s all about the text. Is the writing happening, and is it working on the page? That’s what matters, ultimately.

I’d like to ask you about the way you embody different characters in Motherish. How does a character find you? What is the process of discovery like for you?

It varies. Some stories begin with an anecdote or scrap of conversation that has stuck with me—or a person. “At the Track” and “Leaping Clear” feature characters that are loosely based on my grandmothers. Creating fiction means that almost all the details change along the way, but I can still hear their voices when I read the story, and that is a comfort, now that they’re gone. Maybe preservation was part of the motivation for writing, I’m not sure.

For other stories, like “Maquila Bird”, it’s a mystery how a character arrives. I visited maquiladoras as part of a previous job, and I’ve thought a lot about labour rights, and handicraft versus mass production, but Maru is entirely invented. Except for her name—I met a Mexican woman, long ago, named Maria Eugenia, and her nickname was Maru. I always liked that name. I kept it in the story, even after the emergence of Maru the anime character and Maru the famous YouTube cat.

What is the value of this act of imagination—of inhabiting and writing inside of someone different from yourself? Are there characters you wouldn’t choose to inhabit or stories you wouldn’t choose to tell? How do you know when a character/voice/story belongs to you?

I have more questions than answers about this. Fundamentally, I think the value—beyond whatever artistic value exists—lies in cultivating and exercising empathy. Not unlike reading widely. Understanding the other.

Whether we can succeed when we try to embody a character far from our own circumstances is another question. I do ask myself, Can I tell this story? on a regular basis. And yet, I don’t think any character/voice/story belongs to me. It’s a version, an attempt, and someone else will do it differently.

What’s next?

Diving into unfinished stories and a longer project. And I’m thrilled to announce that I’ll be interviewing Canadian authors for TNQ. Visit this space soon for Launched, a regular column focused on new Canadian books.

Carrie Snyder is the author of three books of fiction for adults, most recently, Girl Runner, and two books for children. She teaches creative writing at the University of Waterloo, and lives in Waterloo, ON with her family.

Photos provided by Laura Rock and Shari Lovell Photography

 

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