A Writers Life
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True story: Not too long ago I had lunch at a swank restaurant on Sunset with a woman who runs a publishing house. I think I had been invited because she didnt know what to make of me, and she wanted to feel secure about not promoting my new novel. She showed me the companys new catalog for the coming season, pointing out the selling points in her chipper English accent as I flipped through, saw the same sort of dreadful stuff that often gets published, and noticed that I didnt see one Latino writer. I suggested in my most helpful voice that she might want to take a shot at the Latino audience, that quite a few Latinos live in California, and they might occasionally want to buy a book. She looked at me with perfect seriousness and said, We would like to, but its so difficult getting those things translated.
Go figure, but Im sure that was what was said before Terry McMillan sold more books than anybody in publishing had ever imagined black people would ever buy. The publishing world can be a bit slow and almost quaint about growing that multicultural market. I suppose sooner or later the Latino market will flourish soon as publishing houses hire some more Latinos to tell them its there.
Lucky for me, publishers recognize the inescapable fact that black folks buy lots of novels. Ive published four novels at what I guess could be considered reputable houses, and was paid respectably. I have no reason to complain, but I do.
Its not the money, though more money is always good; in truth Id write for free.
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Odd as it may seem, I want to be respected, and Im willing to work twice as hard to attract half the attention.
Not too long ago I had a conversation with Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, a deservedly lauded Nigerian author, about her first novel, Purple Hibiscus. I advised her to chase publicity, grow her audience by any means necessary as any remainder-fearing author should. But Chimamanda had a different idea of the market.
I really dont want to. Im not good or comfortable with doing that kind of thing, she said.
How un-American, even if I admired her reticence to submerge herself into the depths of modern book marketing. I worry for the fate of my books like they are my misbegotten children. I cant stand the idea of them being pulped, so promote I must.
I sold my first poem at 13 to Scope/Scholastic Magazine when I was in the eighth grade at Foshay Junior High School, back when Foshay wasnt ranked in the top 20 schools in the country. No, then it was competing with Gompers and Mount Vernon for the status of the junior high most likely to beat down a half-assed pootbutt who liked to read. Foshay was so deep, young knuckleheads sported colorful butterflies on the back of their Levis jackets, but actually, only virgins thought those were butterflies. At the time I was more virgin than Mary and was much better at writing poetry than knocking fools out. How was I supposed to know a psychedelic vagina from a boldly colored butterfly?
My poem wasnt very good, and even then I couldnt say I was proud of it, but it made me think that if I didnt make it as a marine biologist, or an astrophysicist, I could fall back on writing poems, having made $15 on that poem published in Scholastic Magazine.
It worked pretty much like that Ive made a living with my writing except that I write novels instead of poems, but its about the same thing. Since I graduated from UCIs MFA program, youd think Id have a grasp on it, bust that best-seller, reverse my declining readership, get sexy and shit with my writing, and crack the N.Y. Times best-seller list, do that Zane thing, write slippery Afrocentric but mostly silly soft-core porn, and get paid. Im happy writing about sexual dysfunction, because like that study alluded to in The Lancet, Most poets never achieve complete sexual union. If its good enough for poets, its good enough for me.
I started writing because of a friend who had a bedside manner so impressive, I wanted to record it for posterity. I was astonished by the fact that Earl would sleep below his girlfriends bedroom, in her yard, and when the family retired for the night, hed crawl in through the open window to spend the night. To a teenage virgin this was fascinating stuff, and I wrote my first story about him: Staying in Shape.
I took classes from the late Marvin Mudrick, one of the more controversial professors at UCSB. He thought of himself as some kind of literary entertainer. Other professors hated him because he had strong, unconventional opinions. He shouted and cursed, made fun of Shakespeare, loved Chaucer, Trollope and Richard Pryor. He thought undergraduates were capable of writing first-rate fiction, took us seriously and made me take myself seriously. I came to value my life as material for fiction. He seemed to have an intuitive understanding of what I was trying to get at in my stories set in South-Central L.A.
I remember him telling me that he grew up in Philadelphia in a Jewish ghetto between a black ghetto and an Irish ghetto, and that he got beat up, depending on the direction he walked in.
He was the kind of professor who could convince you that the Life of Johnson is a wonderful, quick read. Or that no matter how bored you are with the Tale of Genji, dont panic, just keep reading, it gets good. He was right, though at times I was so bored with TOG I cried, literally. I did get through it and I saw what was so great about it. He would say that Jane Austen was the greatest writer Ill ever read, and though I often fell asleep reading her, I could see what he so admired in her.
Mudrick was fascinated by people, and he loved people in books, and he didnt make a big distinction between the two, except for the fact that youll know people in books far better than you will know people in life. Heres the advice he gave me: Read literature like we read the newspaper, skim the boring parts, read carefully what interests you just keep reading. What Mudrick couldnt stand were tastemongers, chasing some intellectual hobgoblin of the modern aesthetic; kitsch culture; the cult of family dysfunction; more about slavery; more about the Holocaust. Mudrick wanted us to write about our lives, about whom we were sleeping with, what we were eating. I think Mudrick believed the impulse to write fiction was a function of living your life as though it was important. He wanted us to find our own voices, not toady up to him to get one. (Unlike that professor in grad school who suggested that he wanted to be my writing guru. I guess I must have smirked or something, because he never brought that shit up again.) Mudrick believed writing was a function of reading. If you read with passion and intelligence, youd eventually come around to wanting to write.
Much of the contemporary literary fiction I read is intent on proving the existence of the writer. Its as though the novel is so done that to gussy it up for the 21st century the writer must bludgeon the reader awake with the tools of the trade: hyperspecification, long lists of shit, and archness, as though the form is so dead they dont even know why they work in it.
Seems to me if you profess to being a writer, and youre not a clinically depressed misanthrope, its about the big hangout, hearing the outrageous story, making human connections for the hell of it. Career has its place, but if you just want to cash out, why not open up a meth lab or get a real job. For me, its about living a life of my choosing, a life that involves hanging with friends who value what I do, books and writing, free meals, drinks and the occasional advance.
Its a good life, even if I bitch about it.
Jervey Tervalon curates A Night of Readings from Emerging Voices on Thursday, February 19, 6:30-9:30 p.m. at Boardners, 1652 N. Cherokee Ave., Hollywood.
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