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Oct 07 2016

How Much of This is True? And other questions authors dread

It’s been awhile, so I’ll catch you up on what’s been happening, but be sure to read to the bottom for a great giveaway of my favorite books for writers contemplating publication, as well as this issue’s blog post: How much of this is true? and other questions authors dread.

As for what I’m working on now? Yes, another novel. I squeezed in a solo writing-camping-road-trip to Oregon in our new family rig in late February. Not sure how many miles I clocked, but I moved my new novel manuscript forward 10,000 words.

Summer can be tricky for writers—kids underfoot, schedules upended, routines abandoned—so while my girls are at camp and art school, I’ve snuck away to a rented flat in San Francisco for a few days’ retreat. It’s a beautiful morning, clear and cool, and the sun is pouring in through the window. There’s something liberating about being in a place that’s not your own; no compunction to make home improvements; no excuse not to buckle down and work on that novel. Except, that is, writing this news to you.

I hope your summers are sunny and bright.

Jan

You can reach me via email at jan@janellison.com or on my web site, janellison.com.

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In this issue:

  • Paperback Tour Highlights
  • Summer Giveaway: Great books for writers
  • Breaking into Print: Bonus Content for Subscribers
  • Blog: How Much of This is True? And other questions authors dread

Paperback Tour Highlights

It’s all semantics, but the paperback launched in February, landing on the USA Today bestseller list and heading straight into a second printing, with a brand new cover that includes those two magic words: National Bestseller.

The paperback book tour kept me hopping through June with plenty of radio spots, print interviews, book festivals and events, the highlight being the Pasadena Festival of Women Authors, where I got to spend a whole day with an audience of 300 and six fabulous writers, including one of my literary idols, Jane Smiley.

Here’s a fun video the festival organizers made of four of us talking about our neuroses and challenges, and offering plenty of questionable advice for aspiring writers. Those circles under my eyes? Evidence it was time for the book tour to wrap up and for me to get home and back to my kids and writing.

Pasadena Festival Women Authors

Pasadena Festival of Woman Authors Video

Summer Giveaway: Great books for writers

Congratulations to February’s giveaway winner, Rosa Abraham of Glen Arm, Maryland.

This issue’s giveaway is especially great for aspiring writers. Included are two volumes of essays by writers from the New York Times, a collection of writers’ early stories and insights into getting published, a signed copy of the brand new book Online Marketing for Busy Authors, which is an invaluable resource from a very savvy book marketing maven, my friend, Fauzia Burke. Lastly, the brilliant collection of essays from the incomparable Robin Black, Crash Course: Essays from Where Writing and Life Collide. (Plus a handy Writer’s Block notebook to keep in your purse for those moments when inspiration strikes.)

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Breaking into Print: Bonus Content for Subscribers

As a reminder, if you haven’t yet signed up to receive my quarterly news/blog, you can join my mailing list below. You’ll receive my digital booklet, “Breaking into Print: 100 Revisions, 100 Rejections and an O. Henry Prize,” the tale of how I sold my first short story then become an overnight publishing success—in just 14 years. “Breaking into Print” includes actual rejection letters, photos, and early drafts of my story, “The Company of Men.”

Blog: How Much of This is True? And other questions authors dread

Years ago, when the first short story I published was included in the 2007 O. Henry Prize anthology, I was standing out front of my kids’ school when a woman I hardly knew poked her head out of her car to say that she’d only read the first paragraph, but would I be willing to tell her how much of my short story was true? It was the first time the question had been posed to me, and I had no idea how to answer it. Did she only want to read the story if it was “true,” or if it was not?

Sometimes the question comes in other forms. What gave rise to the novel? What was the inspiration for your story? Is it autobiographical?

I am as guilty of wanting answers to those questions as any reader. I’ve just finished Adam Haslett’s heartbreakingly beautiful novel, Imagine Me Gone, and I can not help wondering whether the novel’s brilliance is in part born out of personal experience with crippling depression.

I read Imagine Me Gone at our place in the mountains. I sat beside a lake, oblivious to the sun burning my back and the odd little black beetles stinging my calves. It was a novel that sucked me into its psychology, drowned me in one family’s despair and unfailing love, and felled me with its humor, its intelligence, and its vision. It released me two days later furious, devastated, moved, and envious. As only the finest literature can do, it had altered me. Does it matter how much of it is “true?” It matters only in that whatever tragedies in the author’s life gave rise to it, we can be grateful as readers that he had the courage and tenacity to turn those experiences into art.

As Stephanie Harrison writes in BookPage: “Imagine Me Gone is immensely personal and private, yet feels universal and ultimately essential in its scope. The end result is a book you do not read so much as feel, deeply and intensely, in the very marrow of your bones.”

When literary realism succeeds, it feels like life. When it doesn’t, it feels contrived. In my experience, this is the case whether the events that inspired the fiction happened or not. I have often become burdened by small details from my own experience that I try to manhandle into an evolving fiction. My own nostalgia insists this gem of an anecdote or detail belongs. But often, it’s not the right thing; it belonged in my life, but not in the fabrication it inspired. The opposite is of course also true: sometimes life delivers up a line of dialog, or a situation or detail that can not be matched by invention. When there is a risk of offense, though, sometime we writers have to suck it up and settle for an inferior construction of our imaginations.

In an interview for American Short Fiction, the lovely Rachel Howell asked me how much of my own life, and past, informed my work, and how I managed to keep narrative distance while very much writing what I know.

I responded that I often begin with the low-hanging fruit: places I’ve lived, my own experiences, emotions, memories, observations, friends, family. Stories people tell me or that I read in the newspaper. Conversations I overhear in restaurants. That’s the raw material. And often, the initial attempt to get this material onto the page is done in a voice close to my own.

But once I begin to shape the material into something resembling a story, once characters emerge, the voice, or voices, if there is more than one narrator, will necessarily be transformed. Even though some of what happened to the narrator happened to me, the voice is no longer mine—it’s one that has emerged in the service of the story over years of revision. The story is not my life but a collection of sentences deliberately, fictionally shaped to deliver an emotional truth that becomes clear only as the story unfolds.

In the last year and a half since the book came out, I’ve spoken and written at length in essays and interviews about the features of my own life that gave rise to the novel. All that I’ve said and written on the topic is true. Is it the whole truth? No story ever is.

Written by admin · Categorized: Parenting, Publishing, Uncategorized, Writing

Jan 03 2016

Writing sex scenes when you’re a mother of teenagers

“How does it feel to know that your teenagers will now know their mother has a sexual imagination?”

This was perhaps the most provocative of the questions that came my way after A Small Indiscretion was published, and it threw me. In a review in Bustle, Rebecca Kelly calls the sex in A Small Indiscretion “decidedly un-erotic, even uncomfortable or cringe-worthy.” Is this, then, what my kids might assume constitutes their mother’s sexual imagination?

My 19-year old son asked to read the book when the Advance Reader Editions arrived. It sat on his nightstand for a long time, bookmarked at page 30. Every so often I’d sneak in his room to see if he’d progressed, but the book mark never moved. I finally told him he shouldn’t feel any pressure to finish the book if he didn’t want to, and he seemed relieved. He said maybe it was a little too character driven for him. Only later did he admit the truth. The son character, Robbie, plays the piano and is a good swimmer, enough similarity to make my son uncomfortable. The novel is written in the form of a letter from a mother to her son, which certainly must have contributed to my son’s unease.

The book did time on my 17-year-old daughter’s nightstand, too. The bookmark got stuck about half way through. “It’s not that it’s not good or anything,” she said. “It’s just…I mean…I know it’s not you, but I know you, so I can see where your ideas come from, and it’s just kind of weird.” As far as I know, neither one of them ever got to the sex scenes, un-sexy or otherwise, which is a relief. My other two kids, daughters aged 11 and 14, are young enough I’ve simply told them they’ll have to wait.

In the writing of the book, I always knew that the narrator, Annie Black, was only writing for herself, that she would no more share her sexual experiences with her child than I would. I knew her confession would never find its way into anyone else’s hands, and as I wrote, I had to persuade myself the same was true of my novel, that I would be the only person to read it. I locked myself in the room of my mind and followed the characters wherever they went, even into bedrooms in which they undressed. But I was never uncomfortable writing the sex scenes, not only because they aren’t explicit, but because it was the underlying emotional truth I was focused on describing, not the sex for its own sake.

The Bustle review goes on to say that the un-sexy sex scenes have a “gritty emotional realism,” that they are there “to intrigue, not titillate.”  I hope this is true; as critical as at least one of them is to the plot, the sex scenes, to me, felt minor relative to the scope of the story. So I was taken aback when again and again, readers called the sex out. My husband read the book for the first time and pronounced it “a sexy page-turner.” The jacket copy my editor wrote included the term “sexual desire,” and reviews referred to “sexual antics” and “sexual confusion.” I ought to have been prepared for this, perhaps, but I wasn’t.

When I published my first short story, The Company of Men, which went on to win an O. Henry Prize, I remember a moment of panic when I realized my mother-in-law was likely to read it. There isn’t any graphic sex in that story, either, and yet I felt ashamed of paragraphs like this one:

“And beyond that, where my husband’s arm had been, was only the back of the couch. There was no sign of the formidable wrist, the sturdy thumb, the callused, well-loved palm. There was no further sign of my husband in the room at all. I was on my own in the company of men with the makings of a straight in my hand, aces high. Desire was thumping in my chest and the instinct to win, to go forward with abandon, was shooting through me, across the back of my neck and down between my legs . . . Then all at once there was a knee pressed purposefully against my thigh beneath the table.”

The protagonist was born out of my imagination, after all. Would I no longer be perceived as a nice girl who fit well into my husband’s traditional, Catholic, mid-Western family?

My mother-in-law read the story. She complimented me on it, graciously, and when my novel came out a year ago, she wrote about it to all her friends. My father-in-law was in the hospital shortly after the novel’s release, and he bought copies for all the nurses who’d cared for him during his stay. Neither of them seem ashamed; they seemed proud.

Then again, they’re adults. My kids aren’t, quite.

Paperback Giveaway: Three Canadian masters

Congratulations to December’s giveaway winner, our very own Bonnie Sterngold.

January’s Giveaway includes trade paperback copies of the three novels that most inspired me as I wrote A Small Indiscretion. 

The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood

The Stone Diaries, by Carol Shields

The Lives of Girls and Women, by Alice Munro

Are we ruining our children by offering them a better life?

My new year’ resolutions often revolve around doing right by my kids and this year, once again, I find myself wondering about how to fend off entitlement. Here’s an essay I published last year in the New York Times Sunday Magazine about my home town, and the value of working cruddy jobs. I know many of you have already read this essay; I’m sharing it here for those who haven’t. The Times reader comments, alone, make great food for thought: Happy Meals: Are we ruining our children by offering them a better life?

Funny Once, by Antonya Nelson

“A strangely vital thing, love, a very invisible yet essential item, hidden as an illness, mortal that way as well.”   — From the story, Winter in Yalta

If, like me, you found that a few of the story collections by male writers that made news and won prizes this year were a little too far out for your taste, I encourage you to try Antonya Nelson’s decidedly life-like collection, Funny Once. I was sad when each and every one of these remarkable stories ended, and they are rattling around in my brain still.

From Booklist:

“Nelson’s run as one of the finest contemporary short story writers takes an exhilarating leap forward with her outrageously superb seventh collection . . . Nelson is scandalously funny, her characters are royally screwed up and wildly inept, and their dire predicaments bust down the doors on the most painful of life’s cruel jokes, from betrayal to divorce, addiction, and old age . . . Each of Nelson’s magnetizing stories generates atomic vibrancy and achieves the psychic mass of a novel.” ―Booklist, starred review

“Recent studies show”

Not that you should ever trust a sentence that begins “Recent studies show…”

But: Recent studies show that readers trust reviews from other readers more than they do those from official media channels. If any of you found something to love in A Small Indiscretion and you had a few moments to leave a word or two on Amazon, I would be tremendously grateful. Just click the button below. And my most sincere thanks to the many of you who have already bestowed the gift of Amazon stars. Like American Express says, Priceless.

Written by admin · Categorized: Parenting, Writing · Tagged: A Small Indiscretion, Alice Munro, Amazon reviews, Antonya Nelson, book giveaway, Carol Shields, Happy Meals, Margaret Atwood, O. Henry Prize, teenagers, writing sex scenes

Featured Radio Interview

Jan interviewed by Mark Perzel


WVXU Cincinnati 91.7, The Book Club
March 25, 2016

Featured Video

Jan and other featured authors at the Pasadena Festival of Women Authors


Pasadena Festival of Women Authors
Pasadena, California, April 9, 2016

Featured Interview

Every Notebook, Photo, and Letter: Jan Ellison interviewed in American Short Fiction

Interviewed by Rachel Howell
July 12, 2016

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