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Bernard Malamud Sums Up a Life in The Assistant

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Bernard Malamud recounts a few years in the life of a shopkeeper and his family in The Assistant. Morris Bober is a poor immigrant who runs a grocery in New York that was once successful. Morris’s money troubles are the ground condition of the novel and Malamud concisely and completely uses the details of the first few pages to set up the hardship Morris under he is running his store.

Working Against the Elements

The novel opens with a wind that “already clawed” as Morris pulls in heavy cases of milk before dawn. The action is simple, he is opening his store, but already the reader sees how early he is at work and the reader feels the unpleasantness with Morris as the wind “flung his apron into his face.” His first customer of the day offers complaints and three pennies before he can even turn on the heat in the store.

Hungry and Bored

Morris continues to set up the store “chewing on a roll, not tasting what he was eating” as he waits for his next anticipated customer to come in and spend his customary twenty-seven cents. The reader sees Morris in stasis. He is subsisting (on the roll) but he has no sentient pleasure (the taste). Most of all, this second mention of a dollar (or rather a cents) figure sets up the expectation for the reader that each of these meager pennies counts for Morris. He is hungry for the cash, not the roll.

A Sympathetic Character

Then a little girl comes in asking for credit. The reader already feels with Morris what a hardship this is. At first he refuses her, but she cries and he give in. Morris is not an unkind man. When he records the debt, he has to fudge the figures for his wife. This is the first mention of Morris’s family and why he might be working so hard. It also sets up a constraint in that despite how valuable each penny is, it is more valuable to him to not upset his wife than it is to collect the correct amount. Malamud writes, “His peace—the little he lived with—was worth forty-two cents.”

No Escape

Sitting at the counter, Morris observes how “the store looked like a long dark tunnel.” There is no escape from this store or from his life except the final escape. In fact throughout the book, Morris looks at many possible ways to escape the store, but because of his honor and his obligations (along with some bad luck) the only way he eventually escapes the store is through the long dark tunnel into the light.

Swimming with Sharks

Morris continues to wait for his twenty-seven cent customer who is also his tenant, but the tenant has gone to another store for his groceries. Competition recurs throughout the book as the perceived success of the competition shapes Morris’s relationship with his assistant and constrains Morris’s lifestyle. The threat of other stores holds Morris’s livelihood in by a thread and it likewise holds the store by a thread.

Morris considers selling in these first few pages as he does again and again throughout the book, but he always comes to the same conclusion, “[B]ut who would buy?” The reader can feel the dreariness of this world closing in. There is no escape from the misery of this store or this life.

The Smallest of Rewards

The section ends as two customers come in and buy sixty-three cents and then forty-one cents of goods from Morris. “He had earned his first cash dollar for the day.” Because Malamud has detailed the long list of activities Morris has done before this moment and gone over the many threats to the sparse living he makes, the smack of the sum total of one dollar in receipts for the day is stunning. I felt how hard and long Morris had to work for that one dollar, and the drudgery leading up to that revelation said more about Morris and his life than I imagined it could. Although inflation has changed the value of a dollar since the fifties when this book was written, the figure of one dollar remains iconic.

Because Malamud made Morris a good man and a hard-working man, I wanted to sympathize with him. I felt wrapped up in his plight. I worried that there was no escape. And because he set it all up in these first few pages, I was able to carry all of these concerns throughout the book. I have heard it said many times that the seeds of the novel are in the first few pages or in the first chapter, but I haven’t noticed it so acutely before. The beauty of how Malamud sets up the book is that it is very simple and straight forward. It doesn’t feel set up; it feels like a story unfolding. It feels like the start of a day and it doesn’t feel explained, but everything the reader needs to know is there. The story is shaped in those first few pages.

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Heidi Julavits Rounds Out Peripheral Characters in The Vanishers

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Round, well-described characters are more interesting to readers. Knowing a character’s motivations and background helps a reader empathize with them and therefore engage with the story. But it’s easy to overdo detail, so many writers choose to focus detail on their central characters and write their peripheral characters as flat. They serve to move the story forward but don’t have too many needs of their own. In The Vanishers, Heidi Julavits achieves that perfect balance of characters who you can believe have off-page lives while not allowing those lives to distract from the narrative.

The book is about a motherless psychic, Julia, who may or not be under psychic attack from her mentor. The story is complicated and fascinating and involves a French feminist filmmaker who filmed women’s deaths (or not), a twisted mentor relationship, and Julia’s quest to find the truth about her mother’s death. I couldn’t say more without revealing some of the intricacies of the book, but I can tell you about Blanche, Julia’s stepmother who doesn’t feature prominently and is still essential to the feeling of the book.

Characterizing Blanche

Blanche is easily recognized as peripheral to Julia’s quest for information about her mother because she didn’t enter the family until much later. There isn’t even a hint in the book that Blanche might have been involved, which is nice, because that would have been distracting. While Julia is explicit about her stepmother’s role in her life, Julavits implies a lot through the brief description of this character. Blanche exists firmly in the post-crisis world. But instead of having Julia’s father pine for his dead wife, the presence of Blanche says as much about his decision to move on with his life as Blanche’s character does.

When Blanche arrived, our years preceding her arrival appeared, by contrast, a weary slog, a tiptoe, a blueness. And yet, with Blanche, there were boundaries. Blanche had never had children because she’d never wanted children. As much as she loved me, she did not desire to be my mother, in deference to my real one, yes, but also in deference to her own inclination to provide, for the needy, the occasional break from their lonely routine. She was the hired help, a hospice worker by trade, beloved by her patients and their families. She existed for me, too, as a temporary caretaker whose generosity was limitless because the job was not.

In one paragraph, Julavits sums up the entirety of this character, which is brilliant. But she also provides a negative of Julia’s mother. It’s a lot of work to do with one character who barely features in the rest of the book, but, as they say, every detail should be significant, and Julavits made the most of this character as she does with others like Miranda, Professor Yuen, and Patricia Ward.

Other Characterization Resources

There are many ways to build life into sideline characters. Dickens used names to shape his characters as with the benevolent Cheeryble Brothers in Nicholas Nickleby. Flaubert used class symbols to indicate a character’s place in the social strata. One of my favorite examples of characterization is how rumors of Jay Gatsby shape our impressions of that illusive figure.

While revising (and sometimes while writing this blog), I enjoy revisiting Reading Like a Writer by Francine Prose who helped me understand Flaubert’s somewhat outdated class symbols. If you’re looking for a boost while revising work for characterization, dialogue, significant detail, and so much more, check it out.

What issues do you wrestle with in your writing? Drop a note in the comments and I’ll try to find a book that speaks to it so we can all learn to be better and better writers.

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Arlene Kim’s What have you done to our ears to make us hear echoes?

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Arlene Kim - What have you done to our ears to make us hear echoesPoet Arlene Kim rocked my literary heart at Richard Hugo House’s Lit Series earlier this year with an erasure poem displayed entirely in slides. This haunting response to the abuse of girls changed my conception of poetry. I bought her book, What have you done to our ears to make us hear echoes?, immediately and have carried it with me every day since.

Although the video of that evening’s performance is locked somewhere in a vault and I cannot share it with you, I can share this book and what it taught me about poetry. If you’re a returning reader to this blog, you know that I’m fascinated with poetry, but I am only recently learning to write it. So when I read a book like Kim’s, I am reading as much for what I can learn from it as I am for the beauty of language.

What Poetry Sounds Like

I’ve been reading Robert Pinsky’s The Sounds of Poetry lately. In fact, it was his discussion of the way tension carries across a line that taught me to better hear poetry. Kim utilizes that tension incredibly well. In “Hollow Tongue” she writes, “The dead can speak / any language, I’d imagine,” and I became enraptured with the way the line breaks. I’ve run it over and over my tongue just to capture the way, as Pinsky has taught me, the line slows the sentence down and the sentence speeds the line up.

Another favorite selection I’ve been studying for line breaks is “Paper Suns,” where Kim writes, “My love. I tended him / after he fell. His charred wing stumps, / his elegy of scabbed feathers. Only then”. The line breaks give an extra charge to a poem already full of rich language and evocative imagery.

The Many Shapes of a Poem

My knowledge of forms of poetry is limited. What I can tell you is that Kim considers the entire page when she writes her poems.

The first poem in the collection, “Rot,” is a series of conventional paragraphs spread across multiple pages whereas “Wind,” also a poem set in paragraph form, gusts across the pages it covers with shifting margins and alignments. “Spool, Book, Coin” is written in very short lines that, according to the endnotes, mimic the wavering walk of a child. The way each of the poems in this book is laid out is so carefully considered and unique to each instance, that I wanted to (and will in the coming days) study them over and over to learn precisely how the layout and syllable counts affect my read of each poem.

Recurring Imagery

There are many images that Kim returns to again and again throughout the book including the woods, hair, and birds. It was the Biblical apple, though, that caught my attention. This was in part because it’s a relatively accessible image and occurs very early in the book, but it was also so lusciously invoked that I wanted to think about it over and over. “Rot” starts, “Begin / An apple. Experts agree that it starts with an apple.” The language was so simple and yet I was so firmly entrenched in Eden. I wondered how she did that and if I had somehow too firmly committed to one interpretation. The poem goes on in the next section:

A tempting red apple sits on the table. The person sees red, sees just the skin of the apple—not the flesh, or the seeds, or the table, or even the room. And certainly not the story. Not yet. The apple is of color. The person is of color. The apple has the property of redness. The person has the property of color.” – Arlene Kim, “Rot”

And so the poem isn’t just about sex and temptation but it’s about surfaces and the way we become beguiled and misled by them. There are many, many things happening beneath the surfaces of Kim’s poems and I look forward to discovering more as I read them. I was grateful for the notes she provides at the end of the book, but the poems are strong enough to do without them if you choose.

Now that I’m getting over my obsession with getting poetry “right” (damn you undergrad English courses), I’m really starting to enjoy reading poems. My favorite prose is usually about the language of a piece and concision anyway, and who spends more time crafting language than poets?

I recommend Arlene Kim’s What have you done to our ears to make us hear echoes? for poetry newbies like me and also for my more educated poet friends. I learn from you, so please share your thoughts about the craft of this book with me in the comments below. And if I ever find that video of the erasure poem on the web, I’ll post it here.

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Lisa Robertson Finds Poetry in Architecture

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Lisa Robertson Occasional WorkWhen I requested a review copy of Occasional Work and Seven Walks from the Office for Soft Architecture by Lisa Robertson, I was working as the managing editor of an architecture magazine while earning my MFA. The irony of my experience was how many architects used convoluted and turgid language to describe designs that were pared down to their purely minimal essences. The days I spent sorting through jargon like “fenestration” and “tectonics” were great training for nights spent finding the clearest way to communicate an idea in my own writing.

Essays on Art and Architecture

“We believe that the objective of architecture is to give happiness.”

A poet, Robertson uses her command of words to blend the architectural vernacular with everyday language. She writes in the persona of the Office for Soft Architecture which speaks in the first person plural about a wide range of issues that affect the urban environment from architectural style and color to invasive species.

One of the ways Robertson displays her skill with language is by pairing a simple sentence with a truly dense one:

“The Himalayan blackberry escaped. The plant’s swift rhetorical trajectory from aestheticized exotic, to naturalized species, to invasive alien, all the while concealing a spurious origin myth, displays a typically hackneyed horticultural anthropomorphism.”

At times, I found myself lost in the richness of her vocabulary, but the writing was so well crafted that I felt I still understood her meaning on some subliminal level. Just when I thought I might truly be done for, Robertson reeled me in by tying the lascivious undertones of strawberries in Jane Austen’s Emma to the Arts and Crafts Movement in British Columbia.

Some of my favorite essays in this book were commissioned to accompany art shows. I enjoyed leafing through the full-color illustrations of those shows and guessing what Robertson might have to say about them.

Seven Walks through a Changing City

“Imagine a very beautiful photograph whose emulsion is lifting and peeling from the paper. There is no longer a negative. To preserve it you must absorb this artifact through your skin, as if it were an antique cosmetic comprised of colloidal silver. You must absorb its insecurity.

The seven walks in this book are poetic journeys through a rapidly changing Vancouver. They are not meant as guidebooks. In fact, it would be impossible for an outsider to replicate the paths Robertson is describing. Instead, they impart the feeling of a city as it evolves around you. Sometimes she references architecture directly:

“Ruined factories rising into fog; their lapsed symmetries nearly gothic. The abandoned undulations of the vast mercantile storage facilities…”

Other times the walks become more emotional journeys.

“There was no window in the city that was not overtly moralistic – the roadways were illuminated and my decadence seemed to soak the asphalt so it shone.”

But the language is always evocative and it feels as though the setting is pregnant with potential stories even when Robertson is merely conveying a mood.

In Occasional Work and Seven Walks from the Office for Soft Architecture, Robertson finds poetry in the language of architecture and finds a new way to convey the experience of urban geography. It is a book architects will appreciate for the careful consideration of form and context and writers will appreciate for the plasticity of Robertson’s language.

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Heidi Julavits and The Uses of Enchantment

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Was Mary Veal abducted from a high school field hockey practice or was she playing a sick joke on her family? Even after she resurfaces more than a month later, the answer is not clear. The Uses of Enchantment by Heidi Julavits explores what exactly happened to Mary using three interwoven stories that capture the angst of being a teenaged girl better than anything I’ve read in a long time.

Interwoven Narrative

These expertly linked tales give three very different views of Mary’s life. One tells what might have happened to Mary. It’s a story of a girl so desperate to be noticed or have something happen in her life that she runs away with a stranger. It could also be the story of a girl parroting another girl who made up a similar abduction years before.

“Let’s say that I tried to tell the truth and nobody heard me. Let’s say, then, that I’ve decided telling the truth got me nowhere. If I want anyone to listen to me, I have to construct a scenario that appears true, but isn’t.”

A second story is composed of Mary’s therapist’s notes from his sessions with her as he begins to develop a theory of “hyper radiance” based on Mary. It is a theory of how some girls take the negative energy of sexual repression and instead of allowing it to crush them, they turn it outward as a destructive force—“A work of art.”

The third narrative thread encounters Mary 14 years after the abduction as she returns to her family after her mother’s funeral. Here Julavits creates a compelling portrait of family dysfunction and denial dating back to the Salem witch trials. Because each character is richly drawn and plays a key role in the family’s enduring misery, the sections about them are fascinating rather than a trial of endurance à la The Corrections.

“Helen was a shadowy pro at expressing her own feelings by attributing them to others.”

Each story is so fully inhabited that I was guessing to the very end what really happened to Mary. And while I was focused on whether Mary told the truth, Julavits was feeding me all kinds of information about Mary’s experience that created this incredibly believable world of a young girl who feels lost, alone, and ignored.

Capturing the Essence of the Teen Mind

Like Lidia Yuknavitch’s Dora: A Headcase and Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn (I really have been on a teen angst reading binge lately), The Uses of Enchantment explores how truly wicked it is to be a teenaged girl and how that makes girls behave.

One of the things I love about this book is that Mary is ordinary. She’s smart but not necessarily brilliant and pretty but not remarkably so. Most of all she is in the middle of the torment of being a teen. All of the factors are there: the drama with siblings and peers, the complicated definition of self in relationship to parental expectations, and the pure work of trying to distinguish oneself just as you are learning who you are.

Mary uses the tools she has, manipulation and a budding sexuality (a real threat in a family where her mother cares more about whether she was raped than the actual abduction), to get noticed by her family. And the futility of being a teen comes through in Mary’s experience. She wields the power she thinks she has, but the people around her often fail to notice her efforts.

I highly recommend this book. While it isn’t exactly a mystery, it held me in suspense until the end and the world that Julavits creates is so well imagined in so many ways (dialogue, characterization, setting), that I think any writer will find something that relates back to your project and that you can learn from (all while you’re enchanted by a really good book).

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