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Elsewhere in the book, Delbanco works from another tidbit of literary history, a comment the Duke of Gloucester made to Edward Gibbon in 1781. "Another damned, thick, square book!" Gloucester said to Gibbon. "Always scribble, scribble, scribble! Eh, Mr. Gibbon?" From this comes a tantalizing riff on why we write, who reads, how writers are viewed by society, and the nature of a writer's legacy. (About the legacy, he notes, even Gibbon, the author of "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," "is largely now remembered as the butt of man's joke.")
Throughout these essays, which also touch on travel, teaching,
parenting daughters, and the changed role of writers in society,
Delbanco returns again and again to the relationship between fiction
and biography and how the two forms draw so differently from the same
source. While "fiction is a web of lies that attempts to entangle a
truth," he says, "autobiography may well be the reverse: data tricked
out and rearranged to invent a fictive self." And while a biographer
must piece together the context in which a snippet of life occurs,
"the very sort of information a biographer requires," says Delbanco,
"may at a given moment come to impede the novelist." Finally, though,
whether one is writing fact or fiction, one can't proceed unless the
imagination is engaged. And "it is seldom possible to gauge beforehand
what will prove a fruitful topic or which anecdote will fire the
imagination," muses Delbanco. "Some matters move us, some do not. The
writer gleans wind-scraps; he listens whenever he can."
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It is hard to be ambivalent about Ayn Rand. Rand spoke in absolutes, and either you buy it or you don't. There is plenty of fiber and nutritious material in this book, but the Rand agnostic may find it hard to digest. Rand's ego is enormous and her dismissiveness petty most every step of the way. "In regard to precision of language," says Rand, who uses her work throughout the book to exemplify her points, "I think I myself am the best writer today." But woe to any other author, excluding Victor Hugo, Mickey Spillane, and, with reservations, Dostoyevsky. "To see how not to write," advises Rand, "read [Thomas Wolfe's] descriptive passages." Sinclair Lewis, she says, is a "perceptive but superficial observer." James Joyce? "He is worse than Gertrude Stein.... He uses words from different languages, makes up some words of his own, and calls that literature."
Still, Rand does have some useful things to say to the fiction
writer. Perhaps most important is her emphatic belief in the
concrete. "In order to be completely free with words," she intones,
"you must know countless concretes under your abstractions." It is
only the concrete, she adds, that will lead the reader to your
abstractions, your themes. Along related lines, Rand believes firmly
that "if a writer feels that he was unable fully to express what he
wanted to express, it means that he did not know clearly what he
wanted to express"--no more blaming it on writer's block for you! And
remember: "A good style is one that conveys the most with the greatest
economy of words." This means that "when you draw a character,
everything that you say about him acquires significance by the mere
fact of being included in your story." The bottom line is that "art is
selectivity."
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For the
book's final 60 pages, Skillman hands the baton to 11 thriller
writers. From Clive Cussler ("Flood Tide"), we learn that never
growing up is "a pretty good prerequisite for writing action-adventure
novels." Both Michael Connelly ("Blood Work") and Tess Gerritsen
("Bloodstream") discuss how their genre can be used to tap into what
ills the near future holds. Richard North Patterson ("Degree of
Guilt") likes to consult with psychologists to get a handle on his
characters' motivations, while Mary Willis Walker ("All the Dead Lie
Down") loves "doing research that feels a little bit risky." And any
thriller writer would be wise to keep John Gilstrap's ("Nathan's Run")
words in mind: "If you're going to write convincing suspense, you
ought to be scared of it yourself."
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"A Year in the Life: Journaling for Self-Discovery"
by Sheila Bender
It's a pity this book is presented solely as a tool for greater
self-knowledge. Don't get us wrong: there's nothing wrong with
introspection, and "A Year in the Life" helps train your gaze to far
greater reaches than your navel. But there are so many fine writing
exercises here, taking their cues from so many wonderful sources, that
it would be a pity for the subtitle ("Journaling for Self-Discovery")
to scare off any writer in search of a good workout. Author Sheila
Bender's premise is that "journaling can help you emotionally,
spiritually, and physically, as well as with your writing." Bender
offers 52 journaling exercises, one for each week of the year. Each
exercise is accompanied with a series of six "extensions," for those
writers ambitious enough to take their pens for a daily jog. (At the
back of the book is a generous handful of exercises geared toward
specific holidays and life events.) One week, we are asked to write
about the secrets we are keeping. Another has us consider a question
we were asked that hurt or offended us. In still another, we are
invited to recall a game from childhood. Some of the most enticing
exercises are those inspired by the writings of others. Frank O'Hara
wrote a poem in which the sun conversed with him--you can, too. Gary
Snyder wrote a poem called "Things to Do Around a Lookout"; you can
pick your own place to write about in similar fashion. And try
writing, as Frances Mayes does in "Under the Tuscan Sun," about a time
when you were "a guest at a table of people you didn't know."
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