Fear of Blogging*

The writers whose lives interest me most are either long dead or have led lives not typical of writers.  Yet it evidently helps readers to know about writers.  A writer whose works I’ve recently become acquainted with, Jodi Picoult, writes a lot about herself, posts candid photos, and I’m guessing this helps readers connect with her books.

Megan McCafferty, author of Sloppy Firsts, Second Helpings, etc., started a retroblog - her diary from age ten through twenty-something, in part, I gather from reading a review in, to separate herself from her characters ( ).

There’s nothing about my life that will enhance the experience of reading my novels.  To the extent that they’re autobiographical, they’re not so in any important way.  Flaubert is quoted as saying of Madame Bovary, “Emma, c’est moi.”   In the same sense, I’m all the characters of The Mechanic of San Martín:   Rigoberto Calderón, Carmen Noble de Calderón, Juan the apprentice and Bernardo the curandero.  Like personages in dreams, all the characters in a novel are the author.

Still, I think it helps to know where an author came from, not to read his or her works but to put you in touch with him as you would with a performing artist whom you can see in the flesh.  Celebrity is an inappropriate concept for writers, usually, but feedback is a workable one.

So, here are some of the accidents of my life that I believe helped form me:

* I’m the last of five children, my oldest sibling twelve years older than I, the closest in age to me six years older.

* My mother died when I was six, an accident of her life I can’t blame her for but have never fully accepted:  I never got enough of her.

* My father had an extensive library, and I read constantly growing up, although since college television has cut into my reading time.

* I was raised a Catholic, going to parochial schools and an all-boys Catholic prep school.

* I graduated from the University of California, Berkeley, back when it was by consensus the best university in the world.  This is a humbling experience:  you may have been a whiz in high school, you were no big deal on that campus.

* I live in Ashland, Oregon, which is an interesting small town, with a world-class repertory theater and a satisfying mixture of foresters, bohemians, geeks, artists and coupon clippers.

* I married (and divorced) three times, all interesting women, and fathered five children of my own.  All of these have shaped me.

These are the authors whose works have most informed my own writing:

* Elmore Leonard, whom I put first because I’ve read him most recently.  He has some flaws, but man, can he lay down the lines.  There is no one better at catching the flavor of places and peoples through using their patois.

* Thomas Mann, whose Joseph and His Brothers is the nonpareil of epic novels, indeed, may be the best work of prose fiction ever written.  (I consider Shakespeare’s plays to be poetry.)

* William Faulkner, whose apocryphal Yoknapatawpha County was in my youth as familiar to me as any place I’ve ever lived, and who made me realize what power words have.  Faulkner’s short fiction is matched only by Mann’s.

* Ernest Hemingway, whose The Sun Also Rises surpasses any novel I’ve read in the way he put words down on paper; for a large part of my formative years I read this book every eighteen months or so.

* Albert Camus, whose The Plague touches my heart beyond any prose I’ve read.

* Carlos Castaneda, whose first four books (fiction? non-fiction?) blew out the corners of my imagination.

* Aeschylus, whose Oresteia made me understand what drama is.

* E. E. Cummings, who demonstrated that a seemingly mined-out convention, the sonnet, could be fresh and new in the hands of a master.

* W. B. Yeats, whose corpus is the standard by which I judge all modern poets.

Here are some other likes and dislikes:

* To cook: it’s the bead game, it’s a challenge, it is manic and relaxing at once.  I bake all my own (sourdough) bread and make a mean soufflé.

* My favorite movies: Black Orpheus and Shoot the Piano Player, with , Some Like It Hot, Treasure of Sierra Madre and Chushingura not far behind.

* My favorite music:  almost anything but Rap and the heaviest of Rock and Roll - Allison Kraus to Denny Zeitlin, with Chopin, Beethoven and The Beatles thrown in for good measure.  But if I were shipwrecked with the work of just one person, it would have to be Bach’s.

Probably, the fact to take away from this brief sketch is that I’m making it at all.  Part of why I write novels is that they put a veil or smoke screen between me and others.  Love my novels and you will love me, for all my imperfections.  The title of this sketch, Fear of Blogging, isn’t cute so much as descriptive.  I’m not afraid of your criticism of my novels, I am afraid of your scrutiny of me.

I prevail upon your kindness to strangers, reader.

* The notion of fearing to blog was new to me when I adopted this title for my short bio.  If you google the phrase you’ll get 54,000 hits.  So other persons thought of it first.  I don’t care; it fits.