What I’m reading: The World Within

I just finished reading The World Within (Tin House Books), which includes interviews with several writers.  A couple of the writers’ more pithy comments:

Claribel Alegria on writing and submitting a book manuscript: “You put it in a bottle and cork it and throw it out to sea for whoever finds it.”

Ken Kesey: “My dad told me a great thing. You never outgrow your need for compliments. And every writer needs to be stroked a little bit. It keeps us writing.”

What I’m reading: A Walk in the Woods

I just finished reading Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods, a humorous account of the author’s adventures while hiking the Appalachian Trail. The book includes some history and ecology, as well. A fine example of immersion journalism (in which the reporter takes part in the event he’s writing about), the narrative is both entertaining and informative.

What outdoor adventure have you gone on that you could write about? What story could you tell that an armchair traveler would enjoy?

What I’m reading: The Kalahari Typing School for Men

One thing I enjoyed about Alexander McCall Smith’s light-hearted private-eye novel The Kalahari Typing School for Men is how well Smith conveyed the culture of Africa, everything from the formal style with which the locals address each other to how business arrangements are based on personal relationships.

What towns have you lived in? Would any of them make an interesting setting for a private-eye novel? What cultural aspects of that town could you use to create a sense of place?

Inspiration: Depth of heart

The difficult part of creating art is not painting an accurate representation of the subject — almost anyone can do that with practice — but communicating how you feel about the subject matter. That goes for writing novels just as it does for painting or creating sculptures. Working in close connection with one’s imagination, and creating out of that connection, takes time and effort. It needs nurturing. It is crucial to be writing or painting about a subject that has some deep emotional significance to the author or painter.

Imagination, deep emotions, the elimination of the nonessential are elements out of which art gets much of its power and significance.

— Roderick W. MacIver

What I’m reading: My Life in France

I just finished reading Julia Child’s My Life in France. Talk about joie de vivre. Talk about chafing at the conventional bit. In her memoir, which she wrote with her grandnephew Alex Prud’Homme, Child tells how she first fell in love with France and French cooking. Written by the loud, six-foot-two-inch chef who went on to become the star of public television’s “The French Chef” and the author of  Mastering the Art of French Cooking (which she wrote with Louisette Bertholle and Simone Beck) My Life in France reveals one woman’s passion for life.

What I’m reading: My Father’s Vocabulary (poem)

 My Father’s Vocabulary
 By Tony Hoagland
 
In the history of American speech,
he was born between “Dirty Commies” and “Nice Tits.”
 
He worked for Uncle Sam,
and married a dizzy gal from Pittsburgh with a mouth on her.
 
I was conceived in the decade
between “Far out” and “Whatever”;
 
at the precise moment when “going all the way”
turned into “getting it on.”
 
Sometimes, I swear, I can feel the idiom flying around inside my head
like moths left over from the Age of Aquarius.
 
Or I hear myself speak and it feels like I am wearing
a no-longer-groovy cologne from the seventies.
 
In those days I was always trying to get a rap session going
and he was always telling me how to clean out the garage.
 
Our last visit took place in a twilight zone of a clinic,
between “feeling no pain” and “catching a buzz.”
 
For that occasion I had carefully prepared
a suitcase full of small talk
 
–But he was already packed and going backwards,
with the nice tits and diry commies,
 
to the small town of his vocabulary,
somewhere outside of Pittsburgh.
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Writing prompt: What vocabulary did your father (or mother) use? Try writing a poem based on that vocabulary.