Check it out here. She talks about her new novel, Cutting Teeth, creating a workshop that doesn’t judge and focuses on craft, writing about women and for women, and being a mom who has it all.
I love these Rumpus author interviews. They keep me going as a writer. Here’s an excerpt from one with Kevin Barry, whose work I know nothing about, but hopefully will very soon:
Rumpus: Can fiction writers avoid revealing themselves in their work?
Barry: Not at all. In fiction, I think, your soul is pinned onto the page in every sentence you write. I think you can hide in an essay. You can hide in a piece of nonfiction. You can put on facades, and so forth. I don’t think you can do that in fiction. I think everything about you, despite all your best efforts, will come out on the page.
Rumpus: You said last night it’s easier to lie in nonfiction.
Barry: I’ve always thought that. Especially with that debate that was current for a while—after the David Shields book Reality Hunger—“Has fiction had its day? Or, “Are we tiring of what seems like a false presentation of supposed realities?” But I think fiction is a truer mode, because it’s so hard to lie there. You have less control in fiction. You can get away with less there. And that’s what makes it magical. That’s what makes it really interesting.
Read the whole thing here.
Read this article today up at The Rumpus. May Cobb discusses hearing Rahsaan Roland Kirk’s “The Inflated Tear” and being compelled from there to research and write a book on his life. The man just keeps on inspiring people.
Read Rick Moody’s latest “Swinging Modern Sounds” column at The Rumpus. He talks to Dean Wareham about his new solo album, California, writing about music, and what the future holds, among other things.
Megan Abbott conducts a very cool interview about genre vs. literary fiction and unlikable female characters with these two talented lady novelists. Read it here.
The professor contacted 275 creative people. A third of them said “no.” Their reason was lack of time. A third said nothing. We can assume their reason for not even saying “no” was also lack of time and possibly lack of a secretary.
I was just thinking of Kurt Vonnegut over the weekend. I might’ve even had a dream about him, where it was declared by me or someone else that he was the greatest American writer. And now, lo and behold, there’s an interview in The Rumpus with Nanette, his daughter, and we’re coming up on what would’ve been his 90th birthday. This is really a lovely piece and everyone should read it. As an aside, she briefly mentions her time in Northampton with him, and I was working in the hotel there one day when someone said he’d been in to eat at its café. That always made me feel a personal connection with the man, even though I hadn’t actually seen him.
The Rumpus highlighted this article in The New Statesman about the value of idleness. Four hours, if used intensely, is the best way to work. According to the article, the rest of the day can be used for naps, drinking wine, watching boring TV, etc. For writers, this seems ideal. And in my experience, it’s true.