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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Non-Advice for Writers from Jeffrey Ford

imageJeffrey Ford, one of our best writers, recently posted this on Facebook. My wife, wisely recognizing it should not be lost, copied it and passed it along to me.

Recently a student at a writing program I’d visited wrote to me to ask for any advice I might have for his class about being a fiction writer. I told him I couldn’t offer advice. It’s not that I doubt good advice can be given, but I’m just suspicious as to whether it can be given by me. Instead I offered a list of things I, personally, believe to be true for myself (at the moment) and told them the more important question is what do they believe in for themselves. Here’s my list.

  1. You gotta love your work.
  2. Revision is the key.
  3. Master the skill of daydreaming and from time to time analyze its processes.
  4. Be a practiced observer.
  5. Take time to talk to friendly strangers.
  6. Only by forgetting about the money have I made money.
  7. Listen to children and animals.
  8. Speak your mind. Let the inmost become the outmost.
  9. Enjoy your freakin life.
  10. Be kind to other travelers you might meet on the path.
  11. Enjoy your colleagues’ successes.
  12. One must retain a zest for the battle.
  13. You will never learn more from a teacher or a workshop than you will from the act of writing.
  14. Swim through libraries.
  15. Family and friendships trump the importance of writing.
  16. Irony is the engine of the world.
  17. Vital fiction is not the result of hiding but an act of revelation.
  18. Be skeptical of advice.
  19. Always try to work with great editors.
  20. Never run with the pack as there is always a point where you will be left behind. Strike out on your own. Let your intuition be your guide.

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

RIP Jesse Winchester

One of my favorite musicians has passed away at the age of 69. I used to go hear him at some of the long-gone underground bars around Harvard Square: the Ha’Penny, the Idler. (He enjoyed the idea of playing at The Idler, drawling out the name as if tasting it.)

I had all his albums with their melancholy titles: Learn to Love It, Let the Rough Side Drag, A Touch on the Rainy Side, and Third Down, 110 to Go. Sweetness, joy, and humor were always breaking through the clouds.

Here’s what Rolling Stone said, and here’s the New York Times.

The Winchester family suggests you plant a cherry tree in his memory, or make a wooden bench and put it somewhere nice.

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Thursday, January 30, 2014

“African Lives” on Ebony.com!

I’m delighted to report that my anthology African Lives has been reviewed at Ebony.com by Todd Steven Burroughs, who also blogs about popular culture at drumsintheglobalvillage.com

Burroughs writes,

The anthology is heavy with writers recalling their empowerment through writing. “I had always told stories,” declared Laila Lalami, a Moroccan journalist and novelist, “but now I wanted to be heard.” Wisner ensures that the continent’s multi-hyphenated rainbow of nonfiction writing, old and new, at all edges of the continental compass, gets that chance.

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Saturday, January 04, 2014

Strong’s New Year

Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time with the four-volume diary of George Templeton Strong (1820-1875), and tweeting selections at @StrongsCivilWar and @StrongsNewYork.

So how did Strong, the quintessential New Yorker, spend the early days of each year? Let’s see.

Went up to college to see the Sophomores inhale nitrous oxide.... I should have liked dearly to have tried to myself, but I didn’t care to make a fool of myself before half the Freshmen and all the Sophomores. 1.3.1838

Started for our yearly campaign at eleven and paid some forty visits, including card visits. It was savagely cold, and the only consolation we got in our progress was from Mrs. [Alexander] Hamilton, who said it was a mere trifle, nothing at all to the winter of 1780. 1.1.1840

Went out as usual with the paternal and made our usual tour.... Old Mrs. Hamilton was in uncommonly high feather. 1.1.1842

Cold, overcast, and occasionally snowing, to which comforts may be added that the streets are as slippery for pedestrians, and as hubby and dirty and perilous to those who prefer sleighs, as they well can be. Heard of six tumbles among the former class, and saw one grand jettison befall a party of the latter. It was very fine—cloaks and buffalo robes and three or four well-dressed bipeds all rolled out of the sleigh in a confused conglomeration, their hats rolled into the gutter, and horse and sleigh vanished up the street. 1.2.1843

Read Prescott’s Mexico this afternoon. Very clever book it is, and it can’t help being among the most interesting of histories. There’s a little striving after fine writing now and then visible that’s rather a nuisance, but on the whole I like the book much. 1.1.1844

Started with my father and got pleasantly through with our legitimate list of calls ... Paid a glacial sort of visit to Mrs. George Griswold. 1.1.1846

Turned out with Charley in a carriage and made about eighty calls ... To quote Mr. Hood, “it used to be the females first, but now it’s furniter,” and I busied myself much more with the rosewood and the red satin and with the estimated price of the carpets and the mirrors and the gas fixtures and the Dresden china than with the fascinations of any of the angelic beings with whom I exchanged views on the weather. 1.2.1849

The Stevenses of Bleecker Street were lively and cordial, but there’s a painful sense of arduous exertion that I feel whenever I meet them. They are always in a state of effort, like the statue of an athlete with every muscle in its anatomy straining and turgid, gasping to maintain or to establish the exalted social and intellectual position of the family and all its members… 1.3.1852

I hereby wish myself a happy New Year. The First of January was rainy and filthy; walked a little way and made a dozen calls or less round the square, and as far as Mr. Ruggles’s. 1.4.1853

New Year’s Day inaugurated 1857 pleasantly and with diligent work. I achieved forty or fifty visits ... Principal novelties, a nice Miss Palfrey of Boston and a very rough-hewn and truculent General Leslie Coombs of Kentucky with a many-colored poncho of Mexican wool. 1.5.1857

At John Sherwood’s I had a pleasant talk with his handsome and buxom sister-in-law, Miss Charlotte Wilson, and at Mrs. William B. Astor’s with her very intelligent granddaughter ... Of course, a very large percentage of this aggregate of radiance and hospitality is social sham. But there is still left a certain very valuable residuum or balance of sincere good feeling which is brought by this much reviled institution of New Year’s Day. 1.3.1859

Reports from Washington indicate that our wretched old Chief Magistrate [President Buchanan] begins to exhibit symptoms of a backbone at last. 1.2.1861

It was a pleasant day, but in these times one cannot get rid of the presence of national peril. 1.2.1862

The President has signed the bill admitting “West Virginia” as a state. And be it remembered, with gratitude to the Author of all Good, that on January 1st the Emancipation Proclamation was duly issued. 1.3.1863

By these presents, I wish a Happy New Year to all mankind except Jefferson Davis and his group. To them, I wish virtue enough to withstand urgent daily temptations to hang themselves. 1.1.1864

Mrs. Lucretia Heckscher (née Stevens) has been living out of town ... I established an intimacy with two boys of hers, the elder of whom confided to me, in a fearful whisper, his doubt whether there was any Santa Claus at all. 1.2.1865

The New Year opened with cold rain that froze and covered all out of doors with a slippery veneering of ice.... I won’t walk in overshoes into a lady’s drawing room (though I saw some swells who thought it right to do so), and taking off one’s overshoes in entries is a piece of work; and then I nearly broke my neck in ascending and descending door steps on more than one occasion. 1.2.1869

The great Fisk died this morning. No loss to the community—quite the reverse—but it’s a pity he should have escaped the state prison in this way. 1.7.1872

Nothing very new, except that the Spanish Republic is dead, and Alfonso XII sits on the uneasy throne of Spain—poor young gentleman. 1.2.1875

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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Happy holidays to all

May your holiday season be joyful and safe! (The watercolor is by my mother.)


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