Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Literary Notes

Filed under: General — Tags: , , — m759 @ 12:00 AM

From an interview by Glen Duncan with author
Susanna Moore published on January 29, 2013 —

When did you first realize that you wanted to write fiction? Was there an epiphanic moment?

I was a voracious reader as a child, clearing out the local library (my mother had given me a letter for the librarian, attesting that the books that I borrowed were for her reading alone), and I began to write plays, usually starring myself, when I was 9 or 10. There were years of bad poetry. I was features editor of the Punahou school newspaper. But at no moment did I clearly decide that I was going to be a writer, nor did it feel as if I had always been one. I left home for the mainland (I grew up in Hawaii) when I was 17 with no money or education beyond Punahou and the books that I’d read, and knew that I had to earn my living. I had a fantasy that I’d be a reporter and was sent by an equally naïve friend to Walter Annenberg, the owner of The Philadelphia Inquirer , who promptly sent me to the classified ad room, where I became an ad-taker. I’ve always thought that it was very good training: A man would call to place an ad in the hope of selling his used bed, and I would have to write a convincing few sentences on his behalf. I later read scripts for Jack Nicholson and oddly enough had to do the same thing – condense a complicated proposal into a statement of a dozen words.

We’ve talked before about how feeling different from the people around us – “mutant” was the word you used – informs or underpins the burgeoning writer’s mentality. Could you expand on that?

By mutant, I mean that state in childhood and adolescence of isolation, sometimes blissful, often bewildering, when you realize that you have little in common with the people closest to you – not because you are superior in intelligence or sensitivity, but because you perceive the world in an utterly different way, which you assume to be a failing on your part. It was only through reading and discovering characters who shared that feeling that I realized when I was about 14 that I wasn’t insane. And yes, I think that the sensation, the awareness and then the conviction that your perception of the world is not what might be called conventional, is essential to the making of an artist. It is a little like speaking a different language from the people around you – it affords you solitude, but it also means that you are sometimes misunderstood.

Related material:

Midnight Politics,  X-Woman,  "Welcome to Me,"  and
the following meditation on the word "binder"—

Tuesday, January 29, 2013


Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 12:00 PM

A sequel to last midnight's post

IMAGE- Inauguration 2013: Schumer, Binder, Beyoncé

See also Midnight Politics and On the Cusp.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

On the Cusp

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From St. Luke's Day, 2012—

Related material— October 9th and Father of the Bride.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Midnight Politics

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 12:00 AM

For Mitt 

See "A Deskful of Girls" in Fritz Leiber's Selected Stories .

See also the Feast of St. Mary Magdalene in 2009.

And for Clint

From "Deskful":

I quickly settled myself in the chair, not to be gingerly
about it. It was rather incredibly comfortable, almost
as if it had adjusted its dimensions a bit at the last
instant to conform to mine. The back was narrow at
the base but widened and then curled in and over to
almost a canopy around my head and shoulders.
The seat too widened a lot toward the front, where
the stubby legs were far apart. The bulky arms
sprang unsupported from the back and took my own
just right, though curving inwards with the barest
suggestion of a hug. The leather or unfamiliar plastic
was as firm and cool as young flesh and its texture
as mat under my fingertips.

"An historic chair," the Doctor observed, "designed
and built for me by von Helmholtz of the Bauhaus…."

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