And following the conference, of course, you can find everyone’s rundown of the panels they attended, the hands they shook, the swag they carried home and the colds they caught.
It is a very exciting industry event and everyone has something to say about it. It inspires. It disappoints. It overwhelms. It builds. It agitates. It connects a bunch of the diverse people who are in this writing biz. This year, over 12,000 of us.
This, my fifth AWP Conference, involved no air travel, fewer expenses, time in my comfortable (hybrid) vehicle with audio books, and lovely weather. The Under the Gum Tree/Fourth Genre event was a tremendous success by all accounts. While at the book fair, I was able to meet many writers that Gum Treehas published, prospective contributors and potential editorial assistants for Gum Tree, as well as current and former clients of Two Songbirds Press, colleagues from the Editorial Freelancers Association, and editors of other presses who have inspired me.
Even though there is no shortage of media posts surrounding this event, I feel compelled to add one.
I thought I’d change it up a bit and instead of writing about my experiences (although I did have a great time and am writing —inspired by a panel I attended), I asked some questions of two colleagues who attended the event for the first time this year.
Gary: Gary is a long-time psychotherapist in private practice. He has two graduate degrees, one of them in literature, but has never formally studied creative writing until he became my client. He writes linked and unlinked fiction, and had never heard of AWP until I suggested he attend the bookfair this year. So far, he only writes privately.
Jen: Jen is an emerging young creative nonfiction writer, who has a MA in Creative Writing and three children under 6 at home. Her work has been published in a number of places whose names you would recognize. Jen has a website where you can learn more about her: https://jenpalmaresmeadows.com
I am looking forward to receiving their responses and sharing them here!
The Wreckage of Reason II blog tour continues. The post Three Questions to Three Women Writers or Russians was retweeted this morning to 62,000 people via the #MondayBlogs. I guess that’s good. I haven’t started tweeting (despite my company name). I haven’t been convinced of the value of it for me at this time.
And during another stop on the tour, Alexandra Chasin reflects on Andrea Dworkin’s contributions to and advocacy of unconventional writing by women (and the conventions as constraints on thinking). I didn’t know, or had forgotten about, Dworkin’s stand on punctuation. The amazing thing is, I’ve been thinking about Dworkin a lot lately, considering re-reading her and others regarding the porn industry. (Why? Let’s just say I have a 14-year old son with internet access.) It always amazes me how just when I need something, it is so often brought to me by another woman writer.
In her latest story, “How to Shake Hands With a Murderer,” published in the anthology “Wreckage of Reason II,” Elizabeth Bachner turns to ancient myth for inspiration, charting a modern katabasis — a tale of descent into the underworld. Borrowing from “Leda and the Swan” and Ovid’s “Metamorphoses,” she creates a lyrical narrative about lost love and the lengths to which the lonely will go to recapture the feeling. “Wreckage of Reason” is a collection of experimental writing…” You can read the rest here.
Also, last week, WoRII blog tour organizer Lillian Ann Slugocki posted Holly Anderson’s link to her Author’s Corner Interview. Check it out!
WORII contributors Margarita Meklina & Karen Lillis did a reading at Bird & Beckett Books with two other women experimentalists in San Francisco on July 27th. (Sorry to get the word out late; for sure it is sad to have missed it!) It was called “Fertile Chaos: Experiments in Prose & Narrative.” One of those other women experimentalists was my colleague at Narrative Magazine,Olga Zilberbourg. About her: “Where Does the Sea Flow, a short film based on one of Olga’s stories, was short-listed at the Manhattan Short Film Festival. Olga’s English-language writing has appeared in Narrative Magazine, Santa Monica Review, Eleven Eleven Journal, Café Irreal, Mad Hatters’ Review, Prick of the Spindle, HTMLGiant, and other print and online publications. Olga serves as a consulting editor at Narrative Magazine.”
The literary world is indeed a small one. Best of luck to Maud Newton on her book. Hi Olga! Sorry to have missed your reading.
Excited to have been invited to read at the July 17th presentation of True Story, Sacramento’s creative non-fiction reading series. Wish me luck, as I haven’t read my own work in quite a few years. If you’re there, please make sure you say, “hi!”
This Wreckage of Reason II blog tour has been a great way for me to learn about new presses, meet new communities of readers and writers, and of course, get to know amazing individuals. The tour continues to be documented on our Tumblr account.
The latest stop on this week’s blog tour for the Wreckage is Donna Wyszomierski— and a story from her collection, Bad Mayonnaise. Here’s how it begins:
“Starting in the Movies”
It was about three years ago that I started in the movies. I wrote some screenplays based on my life, set them all to music. I cast myself in the leading role, got someone to produce them. I soon found myself a star, made a couple million dollars. Of course there were men who wanted to share my modest fortune. The first one was head camera man. He did the movie work, he said, to put bread on the table, his real passion being homegrown crops. He was fighting agribusiness. He pictured me a farmer’s wife, waking with the roosters.
WORII, published this spring by Spuyten Duyvil Press, is now available for Kindle, if you’re one of those e-reader types. Here is the Amazon description: In this follow up to the 2008 bestselling Wreckage of Reason: An Anthology of Experimental Prose by Contemporary Women Writers, 29 contributors use different styles and language genres, their tools at hand, to illustrate moments of conflict, amusement, bafflement and joy that make up a day, a year, an individual life or a collective history. Held up to the light or inspected under a microscope, set in locales real, virtual, mythic, and imaginary, characters bump into and move through events, leaving readers with the humorous, sad, sexy and playful ambiguities of what it means to be alive. This anthology provides a much needed venue to spotlight women writers engaged in serious creative writing projects chronicling and responding to our current culture.
Melanie is a graduate of the Notre Dame MFA program. She runs Grab the Lapels and collaborates with authors to create unique posts for virtual book tours.
“Metal Eye Drifter” is about rock n roll, at one level at least, and if you know me, you know I love this topic. In my job as Senior Editor at the creative non-fiction literary magazine Under the Gum Tree, I take a special interest in the department we call “Soundtrack,” and I love to work with the writers in this category to get to the bottom of the stories they want to tell. This is one of the reasons I was so excited to interview Melanie Page about her writing.
The way things go in May, of course, what with the culminating projects in academia and parenting responsibilities climaxing, etc., I never got around to meeting Melanie face to face over Google Chat or Skype as we planned on doing. But nevertheless, I found her answers to my questions posed via email to be fun to read. I hope you will too. I am very grateful for her taking time out of her busy schedule to have this “conversation” with me.
Robin Martin: “Metal Eye Drifter” is written in the second person point of view. You’ve written and published pieces in first person and third person as well, and seem to move easily among these points of view. What kind of conscious thought goes into deciding what point of view to write a particular story in? What do you think you gain in “Metal Eye Drifter” by inviting the reader in with this pronoun “you”? What is your favorite point of view to write in? What is your favorite point of view to read?
Melanie Page: A few years ago, I read a piece by Cris Mazza called “Too Much of Moi?” in The Writer’s Chronicle (Vol. 42. No. 2). She had polled numerous small presses, like Jaded Ibis and Chiasmus and found that nearly everyone is writing in first-person today. The article made it seem like first-person is selfish, and unless you have to write in first-person, you shouldn’t. It sort of confirmed my sense that young writers (yes, my generation) are using “I” because they really are writing about themselves, and since I’m on Facebook, I can frequently confirm my suspicions through networking. Of course writers include personal experiences in stories, but stepping into third-person can give a new writer the chance to explore what someone else might have done in a situation that the author really lived. There’s more room to imagine. Second-person POV gives the reader the sense that the character is a stand in for everyone. The only novel I can think of written entirely in second-person is Girl Imagined by Chance by Lance Olsen, and I’m surprised I don’t see it more often. If I’m discussing ideas that are important to me (even if they’re small ideas), I don’t see how I can feel alone—someone else must feel this way, too, and I want him/her to share the ride with me.
RM: “Metal Eye Drifter” seems to be written in conversation with Ted Nugent, whose quote opens the piece. Why Ted Nugent? He’s said some very reprehensible things (about women, about immigrants, etc.). Are you a political person, a political writer? Is this political/facetious writing part of what makes a work distinct from mainstream writing?
“Metal Eye Drifter” has absolutely nothing to do with Uncle Ted’s recent idiotic remarks, nor do I consider myself a political writer. In fact, I was disappointed that Ted Nugent wore a t-shirt that said, “DITCH THE BITCH, TED FOR GOV” when I saw him at a concert in Michigan. Somehow, though, I got over the stupid shirt and was just terribly excited. My love of the hard core rock personas began long ago, way before I even thought about politics. Metal was something you could get excited about because it was so powerful, and it would bring you and your friends together. Never before have I listened to Bob Dylan and thought, “Yeah! I rule!” Being around people who think they’re awesome (and it’s confirmed in the media) is contagious, especially if you feel weak inside. If you notice, my explanation of “Metal Eye Drifter” in the anthology is almost apologetic!
RM: In your brief notes that follow the piece in WORII, you mention your desire/drive to lose all things “wild/misogynistic.” I was taken with the way these two words were attached to one another, as if these two terms are somehow inseparable? What do you think makes wildness connect with misogyny in American culture? Without the album covers where a woman is trussed like a turkey on a platter, etc., do you think Rock-n-Roll would be as powerful? What is it with those images?
While Ted Nugent is notorious for womanizing (“Wang Dang Sweet Poontang,” anyone?), a lot of metal bands aren’t. My favorite is Metallica, a group that doesn’t use women to promote their image. In fact, their fan base is mostly young men (and now middle-age dudes). When Dave Mustaine was in the group (circa ’81-’83), he confirmed that they didn’t want to write “chicky music” (music to attract women), but to “rule the world.” I suppose I think of wild meaning “irresponsible,” which without a doubt applied (they’re sober now) to Metallica. Rocking at the same time, though, are Van Halen and Motley Crue, groups that are really, seriously looking to get laid. Women are a huge part of the image of those bands; women want to be with them and men want to be them. I tend to have blinders on at times. Don’t care, lalala! Pretending misogyny doesn’t exist isn’t helpful, so it’s completely selfish and I realize that. In fact, I thought about throwing Motley Crue’s biography in the dumpster after reading some of it. As an adult, I can’t stand the high-level of awful treatment that band dishes out to women (who willingly accept it). As an adult, I also think I’m supposed to be responsible (hence wild/mysoginistic lumped together).
RM: The narrator in “Metal Eye Drifter” makes some fantastic and hilarious observations! On heavy metal: “the whole point of which is ruling the planet, fucking, and drinking yourself retarded.” On children: “little meat sacks.” On breeding out of cool: “She isn’t cool anymore. Booster seats, seat belts. Then again, neither are you. Cereal bowls that suction cup to the table.” (This last one is a beautiful juxtaposition of feelings and concrete images.) Here we are, we used to wear leather pants and slither through crowds of sex starved adolescents, and now we’re fucking middle aged or near to it. Or, worse, we missed our opportunity to wear leather pants and slither…etc., and now we are too old to do it and the cigarettes have left lines around our mouths, and leather in our décolletage. Oh…sorry, forgive my tangent; I’m reading too much into it perhaps? Will you talk some more about this narrator in “Metal Eye Drifter?” He is male, he is disillusioned, he is suicidal, he is not his father but he is suddenly just like his father somehow—inside an old man, looking out…
Thanks for seeing the humor in it, and I’m glad it struck a nerve with you, too! I wanted this story to make people say things like, “And remember this! And when we did this!” I don’t think you have to be in your 40s or 50s to feel like the narrator feels. When I was in high school, I had a Metallica shirt for every day of the week. Now I’m almost 30, and I feel sad, like I knew who I was then and don’t now. Things change around me and prompt changes in me. My husband and I don’t have kids, but many of those who rocked with me do, and I wonder, “What the hell happened to you people? You used to be cool!” Really, you could read this piece as being about a youth I miss that contained sporadic adventures like leaving on a road trip at 2am, and about watching others “sell out,” in a sense. The narrator in “Metal Eye Drifter” feels so unlike himself that he’s ready to let it all go. Instead, he gets to live in memories.
RM: Can you let me in on your writing process? How often/how religiously do you write? Do you use any formal exercises to come up with metaphor and images? With this last question, I’m thinking in particular of the opening line in your piece “The Crissy” that appeared in Paper Darts Issue 5: “Crissy’s hair is more beautiful than baby smiles.” How did that line come to you (do you remember)?
The imagination fairy occasionally feels kind enough to give me weird thoughts like comparing hair to baby smiles. Those honestly come out of nowhere I can locate, and frequently come out of my mouth without permission. It can make for an embarrassing life, though many people call it “cute.” As for my writing process? Imagine you have a crayon about an inch in length. It doesn’t have a wrapper on it. The crayon is your imagination. You use the crayon to color on a single piece of paper. The paper is your story. Since you are a passionate colorer, you press really, really hard! As you knew would happen, the crayon runs out fairly fast. When the crayon is gone, it’s all done. Sometimes the final result is, “Yay! Look at my story!” and sometimes the result is “Fuck, I ran out of crayon!” Crayons are difficult to locate.
RM: Why do you think “Metal Eye Drifter” is included in an anthology of experimental writing?
Possibly because it’s about a man and is nasty toward women, which people think means something when it comes from a woman. Possibly because the narrator gets to hang out in an eyeball.
Thanks so much for giving me this interview, Melanie! I look forward to rockin’ out with you in person one day.
“Eurydice 2.0” was a finalist for the 15th Annual Glass Woman Prize, and was shared with the Wreckage of Reason bloggers on our WORII Tumblr site on May 19. Here’s a quote from it and a link to it.
Step off, dude. I have no intention of coming back to you.
I’m happy where I am. I smoke cigarettes and opium for breakfast. I copulate with men, women, animals, and sometimes even plants.
Lillian Ann Slugockihas created an award-winning body of work on women and sexuality, for performance and for print, including the tantalizingly titled The Erotica Project. Her piece, “Streetcar Deconstructed,” is part of the Wreckage of Reason II, published this spring by Spuyten Duyvil.
In Wreckage of Reason II, Aimee Parkison’s contribution is a selection titled “Save Her” from her latest novel, The Petals of Your Eyes.
Aimee Parkison is an associate professor of English at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. Parkison has received a Christopher Isherwood Fellowship, a Writers at Work Fellowship, and a Kurt Vonnegut Fiction Prize from North American Review. Her first collection, Woman with Dark Horses, won the Starcherone Prize for Innovative Fiction, judged by Cris Mazza. Parkison has an MFA in creative writing from Cornell University.
I like the way the bio on her website reads:
“Critics have hailed Aimee Parkison as a new distinct voice in contemporary fiction. Characterized by her sense of imagination and creativity, Parkison’s writing slowly peels away layers of social interaction to consider the magical, frightening and essential elements of life. Parkison learns from her own characters as her stories progress, attributing her decision to become a fiction writer to a desire to gain control over elements of life… Parkison is a fiction writer and a poet.”
Here, on the WoRII Tumblr site, Darby Ratliff reviews the novel, The Petals of Your Eyes, and writes that it “is surreal in its literary illustration.” Ratliff also says, “… in contemporary literature, prosetry has become something of elegant art, one that is executed cleanly and excellently by Aimee Parkison.” Prosetry.
Her piece, “Olbers’ Paradise,” includes sketches and photographs and dark boxes and symbols and of course, amazing language.
Each of the writers included in the collection was asked to briefly describe our motivation/inspiration for our contribution. Debra writes:
After my elder sister died an indescribably agonizing death from pancreatic cancer, I began a collection of multimedia essays as an attempt to express the ineffable grief that results from the death of sibling, of self, and of entire species. All essays arise from The Dictionary of Theories.