To Reach The Green Light At The End Of The Pier
FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES: "We are saving ourselves through the words," says Eleanor, the leading lady of a novel-in-progress. This exploration into the creative process -- which includes plenty of distractions/tangents /thoughts & rants by Eleanor, her Biographer, and selected guest artists -- will continue until Eleanor is certain her story is "right." (But we dare not jump ahead of ourselves.)
There will be the occasional typo (as Eleanor points out), and much of this is intended to be "original draft" -- what comes out of our mouths (heads) first, and then set down in that order. Not all of it will be included in the novel, but all of it is happening in real time.
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
Sherwood Anderson: Eleanor pays her respects
On this day, Sept. 13, in 1876, Sherwood Anderson was born. The writer who would influence Hemingway (and many others) and give advice to the young William Faulkner as he was writing his first novel in New Orleans, is a favorite here at This Side of Paradise. In particular, Anderson's book, Winesburg, Ohio, published in 1919.
Eleanor was conceived and born not far from the setting of Winesburg, Ohio -- Tiffin, Ohio is a short drive from Clyde (the thinly veiled town that Winesburg was based on). It's a shorter trip if you're a character, as Eleanor is, who can fly like Tinker Bell and be gone and return in the time it takes her Biographer to clear his throat.
"Let's find the part about everybody being like Christ and crucified," Eleanor says, and so we do.
Eleanor's Biographer has questions to ask, because she seems to identify so much with this passage, but he will wait until after dark to begin the asking.
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Doctor Parcival began to plead with George Willard.
"You must pay attention to me," he urged. "If something
happens perhaps you will be able to write the book that
I may never get written. The idea is very simple, so
simple that if you are not careful you will forget it.
It is this--that everyone in the world is Christ and
they are all crucified. That's what I want to say.
Don't you forget that. Whatever happens, don't you dare
let yourself forget."
-- from "The Philosopher," in Winesburg, Ohio, by Sherwood Anderson (1919)
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This is one of my favourite books. And Anderson was brilliant. Terrible manner in which he died; although a wry little smile forms on my lips thinking about how good that martini must have tasted. They knew how to make them, back in those days.
One of the best things about Anderson was how much he gave back -- to other writers, the next generation, even as his own star in the "popular" world was fading.
"Popular" world -- now who wants to live there? Okay. We'll do this. We'll take the second world over, where all the so-called has beens and over-the-hills and yet-to-be-discovereds are living. And pass us one of those martinis, but watch us close, protect us -- sometimes from ourselves.
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