Thursday, 26 March 2015
When I'm writing, I'm only conscious that I'm a storyteller first. I'm interested in creating real people, dramatic situations that will keep the reader turning pages. Then, if I can say here's the chance for me to explore ideas, that's great. I don't think of myself as a thematic writer, but as a storyteller. If they don't work as stories, then no one will read them, so the message would get lost anyway.
Click HERE to read a July 2000 ACHUKA interview with US writer ROBERT CORMIER (17 January 1925 - 2 November 2000), author of the bestselling Young Adult novels The Chocolate War (1974), I Am The Cheese (1977), After the First Death (1979) and many others.
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Thursday, 19 March 2015
|ROBERT SOUTHWELL, c.1595|
LOSS IN DELAYS
Shun delays, they breed remorse;
Take thy time while time doth serve thee;
Creeping snails have weakest force,
Fly their fault lest thou repent thee.
Good is best when soonest wrought,
Lingered labours come to nought.
Hold up sail while gale doth last,
Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure;
Seek not time when time is past,
Sober speed is wisdom's leisure.
After-wits are dearly bought,
Let thy fore-wit guide thy thought.
Time wears all his locks before,
Take thy hold upon his forehead;
When he flies he turns no more,
And behind his scalp is naked.
Works adjourned have many stays,
Long demurs breed new delays.
Seek they salve while sore is green,
Festered wounds ask deeper lancing;
After-cures are seldom seen,
Often sought, scarce ever chancing.
Time and place give best advice,
Out of season, out of price.
Crush the serpent in the head,
Break ill eggs ere they be hatched;
Kill bad chickens in the tread,
Fligg they hardly can be catched.
In the rising stifle ill,
Lest it grow against thy will.
Drops do pierce the stubborn flint,
Not by force but often falling;
Custom kills by feeble dint,
More by use than strength prevailing.
Single sands have little weight,
Many make a drowning freight.
Tender twigs are bent with ease,
Aged trees do break with bending;
Young desires make little prease,
Growth dost make them past amending.
Happy man, that soon doth knock
Babble babes against the rock!
[written 1586-1592, published 1595]
line 27: tread = the act of conception
line 28: fligg = fledged, ready to fly
line 39: prease = trouble, difficulty
line 42: Babble = Babylonian
The Poet: Robert Southwell (pronounced 'Suthel' to rhyme with 'shovel') was a Jesuit priest who was executed on the orders of Elizabeth I on 21 February 1595 for the unpardonable crime of treason. After spending three years in the Tower of London, Southwell was eventually taken to the 'hanging field' at Tyburn where he was hung, drawn (cut down and disembowelled) and quartered (had his head severed from his body and the rest of his corpse sliced into four separate pieces) in what was then the most common form of execution for traitors to England and its paranoid Protestant Queen. It's doubtful that Southwell's gruesome death came as any surprise to him, given that he had volunteered to lead a third Papal mission to his native land in 1584 along with his fellow Jesuit Henry Garnet - a priest who would also find himself hung, drawn and quartered in May 1606 after being implicated in the 1605 'Gunpowder Plot' to assassinate James I led by the nobleman and Catholic zealot Robert Catesby.
Southwell was born in Norfolk, probably in 1561 or perhaps a little later, into a noble Catholic family which had, ironically, prospered as a result of Henry VIII's 1536 decision to disband the monasteries and divide their wealth between himself, his army and those who had supported his decision to appoint himself Supreme Head of the newly-founded Church of England. In 1575 Southwell travelled to the northern French city of Douai, ostensibly to attend the 'English School' which had been established at its university. Instead, he attended (possibly in secret) the Jesuit College of Anchin, based at the same institution, where he pursued his studies until unrest among French and Spanish Catholics saw him transferred, for his own safety, to the College of Clermont in Paris.
In Paris he was taught by the English-born Jesuit Thomas Darbyshire, under whose influence he had decided to take holy orders by the time he returned to Douai in June 1577. In 1578 he set off on foot for Rome, where he hoped to be accepted into the Society of Jesus, only to be told that he would have to complete a two year novitiate in the Belgian city of Tournai before his request to join the order could be seriously considered. Southwell appealed against this decision, writing a heartfelt letter to the head of the order which saw him admitted to the Jesuit training college at Sant' Andrea, where he studied for several years before becoming a fully ordained Catholic priest in 1584.
Southwell could have remained in Rome, serving as Prefect of Studies at that city's Venerable English College for the rest of his life, but instead asked to be sent to England to provide spiritual guidance and comfort to his increasingly marginalized Catholic countrymen. He and Garnet arrived in England in July 1584 - an event immediately reported to Sir Francis Walsingham, head of the Queen's secret service and the man responsible for monitoring the whereabouts of renegade Catholics and their illegally hidden priests. For the next six years Southwell led a peripatetic and quite often dangerous life in and around London, moving from one 'safe' Catholic house to another and further tempting fate by occasionally appearing in public in the guise of a Protestant gentleman named 'Cotton.'
The 1586 plot, devised by Sir Anthony Babington to assassinate Elizabeth I and place her cousin Mary, Queen of Scots on the English throne, proved to be Southwell's undoing. In 1590, while visiting the Harrow home of his friend Richard Bellamy - a man whose brother had been one of the Babington conspirators - Southwell was arrested as the result of information supplied to the authorities under torture by Bellamy's niece. He was first taken to the home of Richard Topcliffe, the Queen's chief priest hunter and torturer, where he was brutally worked over for forty hours without once breaking his silence. After that he was dragged next door to London's Gatehouse Prison, where a new team of torturers appointed by the Privy Council took their turn to work him over. Still refusing to cooperate with his captors, Southwell was moved again a month later to solitary confinement in the Tower of London, where he would remain for the next three years under Topcliffe's personal supervision.
It was during his time in the Tower that Southwell is believed to have written most of his poetry and his impressive collection of religious works, several of which were smuggled out and commercially printed during his lifetime and proved popular with Catholic and Protestant readers alike. In early 1595 he was formally charged with treason by the Privy Council and moved again, this time to Newgate Prison and a completely dark subterranean cell known, for obvious reasons, as 'Limbo.' His trial, which began soon afterwards, was a foregone conclusion, with a unanimous verdict of guilty being pronounced on him by the jurors selected to hear his case. He was then returned to Newgate where he remained until the day of his execution, which began with him being dragged through the London streets on a sled before his death sentence was finally carried out.
Before he ascended the gallows, Southwell was granted the opportunity to address the crowd which had gathered to watch him die, reading a passage from the Bible and confessing that he was a priest who planned to ask God to show mercy to his Queen and her religiously divided country. Unusually for the time, nobody shouted the word 'Traitor!' when his severed head was held aloft by the executioner for all the crowd to see. Within a few weeks, an 'anonymous' edition of his poems was published, quickly followed by a second and third edition containing further religious poems that would go on to influence the work of many secular poets including Ben Jonson, Thomas Nashe, Michael Drayton, Thomas Lodge and William Shakespeare - an ironic turn of events, given Southwell's oft-stated belief that poets expended too much artistic effort on glorifying carnal love and not nearly enough of it on praising and glorifying God. The third edition of his poetry was followed by the printing, usually in secret, of many of his most enduring religious works, with Marie Magdalene's Funeral Teares, first published in 1591, running to ten editions prior to 1636.
In October 1970 Southwell was canonized, along with Henry Garnet and thirty-eight other Catholic 'Martyrs of England and Wales,' by Pope Paul VI.
Click HERE to read other poems by ROBERT SOUTHWELL at The Poetry Foundation website. To read a short post about his poetic and perhaps familial relationship with fellow poet (and secret Catholic?) WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, please click HERE.
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Thursday, 12 March 2015
I say write. I say believe in yourself. I say publish your work online. Publishing online is completely no-stakes. Either no one reads it and you're right back where you started, or it takes off and suddenly you have an audience.
Of course I've felt terrible and without talent. I've spent days working on poems I just throw away. I am not even certain of a lot of poems I end up publishing, but I publish them. Mostly because I have to let them go.
Publishing online is almost entirely how I built my career, and I am absolutely a better writer for it. In doing so, I have met other writers who have bettered me immeasurably, I have learned what's popular and what's not with the general public, and I have given myself deadlines that forced me to create new work.
In short; do it. Be brave.
Tumblr entry [9 February 2014]
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Thursday, 5 March 2015
|WW Norton & Company, 1993|
True to her credo, events came to Franny as she waited for them, her drifting, dazed self biding its time. She had known this self since her girlhood. But everyone kept telling her she really was Someone because she looked the way she did. There were times when she was able to forget her secret knowledge that there was no direction to her days, no meaning to her beautiful face, that in the long catalog of human beings she was a missing person.
The Book: Franny Fuller is a star, the brightest and most frustratingly elusive star in 1930s Hollywood. Books are written about her, fan magazines are filled with photographs of her, yet she remains an unapproachable enigma, the mythical American 'Golden Girl' that every man dreams of possessing and every woman wishes they could be - or at the very least resemble - for just one glorious hour before they die.
Born 'Fanny Marker' in the small New York town of Utica, Franny is destined for stardom from birth, it seems, by virtue of her intoxicating beauty and the disturbing, sometimes dangerous effect it has on the men that her mother - a once attractive beautician barely able to conceal her jealousy of her daughter's stunning good looks - brings home to share their various cheap apartments with them. One of these boyfriends - a man her mother calls Jerryboy, a dirt-encrusted sheet metal worker whom young Franny finds physically repulsive - can't seem to decide if he likes the girl or loathes her, if her habits of chewing her blonde hair and daydreaming about becoming a movie star are habits he finds appealing or merely irritating. Only one thing is certain and that's the lust that being near Franny inspires in him, a lust that sees him rape her on her mother's bed one afternoon - a crime the girl responds to, not by screaming or crying out for help, but by losing consciousness, only to be awoken hours later by her mother furiously slapping her face 'first one side, then the other, like a funny man attacking the straight man in a vaudeville act.'
Seeking to avoid the judgmental wrath of her mother, Franny quits school and begins hanging round the lobby of the local hotel - the perfect place, despite her age, to be picked up by the traveling salesman who are more than glad to buy her a drink or a meal, and sometimes both, in exchange for sex. In time she finds her way to New York City, where she's approached in a restaurant one night by a man named Eddie Puritan who claims to be a talent scout for a movie company - a claim, in Puritan's case, which happens to be true rather than being the same predictable pick-up line she's heard a thousand times before. At first wary of Puritan's friendliness and enthusiasm, Franny eventually agrees to hire him as her agent and moves into the one bedroom apartment he shares with his literary agent lover Lou Price, never suspecting that the two men are homosexuals whose interest in her is confined solely to their desire to make her the star they're convinced she was born to be.
It's Puritan, a man who 'made her feel whole and valuable for a while, not like the others whose eyes always seemed to be examining her parts, like people who only buy the pieces of chicken they like to eat,' who takes her to Hollywood, arranges a screen test for her at Premium Pictures and changes her name from plain old 'Fanny Marker' to the beguilingly alliterative one of 'Frances Fuller.' Her new agent patiently grooms the inexperienced Franny for stardom, eventually gaining her her first major role in a silly but wildly successful adaptation of Thomas Hardy's Tess of the D'Ubervilles before dying, in a hospital room she's afraid to visit because she can't bear the thought of watching anybody suffer, of leukemia right at the moment when she's most in need of his kindness, understanding and well-intentioned guidance.
Her dead agent's place is soon taken by Dempsey Butts, an Iowa preacher's son who has recently become the star quarterback of the San Francisco Mavericks football team. Butts quickly comes to feel, just as Puritan did before him, that it's his mission to protect this gorgeous, wayward, seemingly helpless waif of a girl from the problems and invasive personal scrutiny her newfound stardom have suddenly thrust upon her. 'His chest ached with longing, with love, as he looked at the sleeping actress...The Beautiful Girl was lost, inexplicably deserted and in some nameless trouble, and he had found her and carried her to an enchanted white castle. By virtue of all these things she was, by the rules of fairy legend and sport, his.' The fairytale qualities of Butts's feelings for Franny are subverted, however, by the decidedly unromantic location of their first meeting. The football player picks her up in a Hollywood bar he's patronizing with his drunken teammates, a place where Franny sometimes comes to drink away her fear and uncertainty in anonymous solitude, her beauty disguised, if not completely nullified, by sunglasses, old clothes, heavy boots and a thick layer of dirt. This desire for total anonymity, it turns out, is the true key to Franny's personality, her way of making herself feel protected and shielded from being 'found out for what I am, whatever that is.'
Franklin, eager to show off his new conquest, introduces her to his friends Patrick and Mollie Cairns - acting teachers whose offer to 'coach' the world famous Frances Fuller in the more 'demanding art' of stage acting could make them almost as famous, they quickly realize, as their awestruck would-be pupil. Their plan comes to nothing, however, when Franny - already spooked by the thought of formally studying what has always been an instinctive art to her - impulsively returns to Hollywood to complete the re-takes on her latest picture. It's here that Franklin finds her a few days later, stretched out beside her pool in Beverly Hills, the ultimate shiksa goddess he feels compelled, in his meticulous Jewish way, to propose to right there on the spot. Franny accepts his proposal and they're married in New York a few weeks later, the bride dressing demurely as a mark of respect to the religious beliefs of her new, silently disapproving in-laws.
|GP Putnam & Sons first US edition, 1981|
The situation, already difficult, becomes impossible for Franklin when Franny literally goes missing one day, disappearing without a trace without telling him or anybody else where she's gone or how long she plans to remain incommunicado. Frantic for news of her, he turns to Butts for help, only to spend an evening swapping stories about her various peculiarities with the ex-football star over drinks in the same seedy bar Butts first met her in so many years before. Confused and slightly ashamed of themselves, they leave it up to Franny's current director - yet another fiercely protective male 'savior' named Reuben Rubin - to continue the search for her without them. Finally, her erratic behavior proves too much for Franklin, who boards a train to New York, using the long cross country journey to compose a new poem about her while she languishes, alone and possibly dead, somewhere in Los Angeles.
But Franny, it turns out, isn't dead. She's simply taken up residence in a 1940 Cadillac that happens to be the cleverly modified, proudly maintained 'home' of a black civil servant named Ira Rorie. It's Rorie's nightly habit to park his car in a different 'safe' white neighborhood, where he's free to use it as his kitchen, bathroom and bedroom without arousing the suspicions of either the residents or the local law enforcement authorities. He meets Franny when she literally bumps into his car's right fender late one night, telling him, when he emerges from his backseat bed to help her to her feet, that she's lost and has just hauled herself out of somebody's unseen backyard swimming pool. Rorie helps the dazed actress remove her shabby wet clothing and invites her to rest a while in his cozy home on wheels, beginning what's arguably the happiest phase of Franny's life as, anonymous and untraceable, she finds herself treated as the black man's honored guest, sharing his Cadillac (which he's lovingly christened 'Jeanette' in honor of his favorite movie star Jeanette Macdonald) and its fold-out bed while he brings her food and gossip magazines to read to help while away the hours. He calls her Beauty, never realizing that he's playing host to the famous movie actress Frances Fuller because she refuses to wash herself even after submitting to sex with him as 'payment' for everything he's done for her. Their idyllic life together comes to an abrupt end, however, when Rorie arrives 'home' one night to find a note waiting for him on the driver's seat, politely explaining that Franny has moved on and thanking him for 'having her.'
Franny's next stop is not her palatial estate in Beverly Hills or the soundstages of Premium Pictures, but the home of her stand-in Dolores Jenkins, who tells her of the desperate but thus far unsuccessful efforts the studio has made to locate her. Dolores, who's dying of breast cancer and in one sense could be considered Franny's only real friend, is struck again by the contrasts between them and the very different lives they've led since coming to Hollywood as naïve starstruck girls. Life seems to be a kind of hazy soporific dream for Franny, a state of existence in which she's rarely, if ever, obliged to take responsibility for herself or her frequently irrational behavior. She can flee from grim realities like cancer and death because the world doesn't want her, its Golden Girl, to be tarnished by such ugly, sordid yet inescapable truths. It wants, indeed demands, that Frances Fuller rise above such mundane concerns and remain, in essence, what she is and always has been - a pretty, somewhat vacant-minded child encased in a voluptuous woman's body, a walking fantasy object whose appeal shows no signs of waning despite having been suspended by the studio and the winding down of the war which had so much to do with making her a star in the first place.
Franny's popularity does eventually decline, of course, placing her in the same 'has-been' category as the silent stars - forgotten, alcoholic actors like Willis Lord - whom she idolized and sought to emulate as a child. In the meantime, the Hollywood studio system unrelentingly grinds on, creating new stars for a public ever-greedy for novelty and glamor, prompting Mary Maguire - gossip columnist and Franny's biographer - to write her and everything she's meant to the American moviegoing public off in just a few glib sentences:
'This reporter gives up. Studio officials will say only that she has broken her contract. Her ex is in New York, reportedly. At Premium no one knows anything about her whereabouts. So what else is new? Phone at the Dolores Jenkins (once her stand-in-friend) residence is no longer connected. Last night at Romanoff's I asked Brock Currier if he knew where FF was. He laughed and said: "Not me." Later spotted him at the bar with young and beautiful Honey Moon on his arm...'
|Penguin Books, c. 1982|
What makes Grumbach's novel unique is her clear-sighted, thoroughly unsentimental dissection of the process of stardom itself, her ability to expose the phenomenon as the sham it is from the inside out by deliberately making her main character as enigmatic to the reader as she is to her legions of adoring fans and those, like Dolores Jenkins, Arnold Franklin, Ira Rorie and Mary Maguire (another portrait drawn from life, this time of famed Hollywood gossip columnist Hedda Hopper), whose lives she affects without ever becoming genuinely affected by them in return. Franny is a face and a body, an ethereal image projected onto a cinema screen, a 'missing person' in the sense that she lacks a separate life or even a definable identity of her own beyond that which the studio and men like Eddie Puritan and Reuben Rubin prove so adept at creating for her. She remains as mysterious to herself as she does to everyone who fails to recognize the dysfunctional woman hidden beneath the beautiful and glamorous facade, an internationally beloved celebrity whose greatest comfort lies in assuming a kind of grubby anonymity, a symbol of sexual abandon who, in what could be the novel's ultimate irony, remains incapable of deriving any form of pleasure from the sexual act herself.
Franny's is a tale that cuts right to the heart of what it means to be a celebrated woman in an emotionally bankrupt, fame obsessed culture where physical appearance matters far more than talent or intelligence and an endless supply of wannabes are forever waiting in the wings, desperate to take the places of those whom a fickle, whim-driven public has grown bored by or become otherwise disenchanted with. Frances Fuller is more than another casualty of fame and the emotional emptiness which so frequently accompanies it. Alternately adored and despised, a maddening paradox whose box-office appeal is as undeniable as the money it can be counted on to earn for her studio, she's the American Dream personified in all its tacky and evanescent glory.
|DORIS GRUMBACH, c. 1962|
Grumbach showed early promise as a writer, winning a city wide short story contest during her senior year which secured her a scholarship to New York University, where she majored in philosophy and graduated Phi Beta Kappa before going on to earn her Bachelor of Arts degree in 1939 and her Master of Arts degree in medieval literature from Cornell University two years later. It was while she was attending Cornell that she met her future husband Leonard Grumbach, whom she married in October 1941. She spent the early years of World War Two working as a subtitle writer for Loews/MGM (on films intended to be screened in war torn, non-English speaking countries like France and the Netherlands) and then as a proofreader for Mademoiselle and Architectural Forum magazines, eventually rising to the position of assistant editor at the latter publication - a position she retained until her husband, a medical student, was drafted in 1943 and she volunteered to serve in the female branch of the US Navy known as the WAVES (Women Accepted for Voluntary Emergency Service). She soon became an officer and remained in uniform until hostilities ended in 1945.
After the war, Grumbach and her husband traveled round the country for several years while he worked to complete his medical degree. She also became the mother of four daughters during this period, which cannot have been easy given the amount of traveling her husband's choice of career obliged her to do. The family eventually settled in Albany, New York, where Leonard Grumbach taught at that city's medical college while his wife took a position as teacher of junior and senior English at the Albany School for Girls. She left the school in 1960 to become Professor of English at the nearby Catholic College of Saint Rose and at the same time began working on her debut novel, published in 1962 as The Spoil of the Flowers. A second novel The Short Throat, The Tender Mouth appeared in 1964, as did Lord, I Have No Courage, her only book for children.
Until 1971, when she decided to separate from her husband, Grumbach successfully divided her time between teaching and writing essays, articles and non-fiction pieces for a variety of academic and non-academic publications. Her third book was not a novel but a biography of her friend and fellow novelist Mary McCarthy titled The Company She Kept: A Revealing Portrait of Mary McCarthy (1967). Although well received, the biography proved to be far more revealing than its subject had bargained for, with Grumbach including lengthy extracts from McCarthy's personal letters to her without first gaining her subject's approval to do so. (It's not recorded if this breach of literary etiquette permanently damaged the friendship but it's very likely that it did, given McCarthy's legendary fondness for feuding with her fellow writers.)
Grumbach spent most of 1971 in Saratoga Springs helping to organize an external degree program being offered by Empire State College. The following year saw her divorce her husband and begin a relationship with Sybil Pike, who thereafter became her permanent life partner. Grumbach was also offered and accepted a position as literary editor of The New Republic at this time, remaining with the magazine until it was sold and its new owners fired her. By this time she and Pike had moved from New York to Washington DC, where in 1975 she became Professor of American Literature at American University, supplementing her academic income by writing a regular column for The New York Times Book Review. She retained her Professorship until 1985, when she resigned from the school so that she and Pike could open Wayward Books, a secondhand bookstore on Capitol Hill. They successfully ran the store together for the next five years, when they relocated it and themselves to the small Maine fishing village of Sargentville.
|DORIS GRUMBACH, c. 2001|
Doris Grumbach celebrated her ninety-sixth birthday in July 2014 and now lives in an assisted care nursing home in upstate New York. A self-described 'hermit' who published a non-fiction book titled Fifty Days of Solitude in 1994, she may not find the loneliness of old age as burdensome as it no doubt feels to many of her fellow nonagenarians. As she once told a reporter: 'It seems to me - this sounds very odd - the life that you lead in your mind - with your eyes and your ears in one place - serves you well in old age.'
Click HERE to read The View from 90, a thought-provoking essay about solitude and the aging process by DORIS GRUMBACH originally published in the Spring 2011 issue of The American Scholar. Many of her novels and non-fiction works remain in print and are still available via your local bookstore or favorite online retailer.
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Thursday, 26 February 2015
The media provide much information and news about what is happening in the world, but they do not often enable the listener or the viewer truly to connect his daily life with these larger realities. They do not connect the information they provide on public issues with the troubles felt by the individual. They do not increase rational insight into tensions, either those in the individual or those of the society which are reflected in the individual.
The Power Elite (1956)
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