Benjamin Percy is the author of a novel, The Wilding (forthcoming from
Graywolf in 2009), and two books of stories, Refresh, Refresh
(Graywolf, 2007), and The Language of Elk (Carnegie Mellon, 2006). His
fiction and nonfiction appears in Esquire, Men's Journal, the Paris
Review, the Chicago Tribune, Glimmer Train, and Best American Short
Stories, among other publications. His honors include the Plimpton
Prize and a Pushcart Prize. He teaches in the MFA program at Iowa State.Now Benjamin Percy is here to answer a few questions on "Ask the Writer" about process and the writing life.
Q: Congratulations on
selling your novel, The Wilding, and your short story "April 20th, 2008," which was commissioned by Esquire. Most writers aspire to be
widely read, though few end up making it, and some writers I've talked to--those
who have achieved some success, at least--eye critics and readers warily. How do
you feel about readers and critics? Does it change the way you write?
A: When I first began
writing in earnest, I felt a heated rush at the keyboard, wanting to get a
story done, wanting to shove it in an envelope, slap on the postage, send it
off to journal -- or forty or maybe even fifty -- praying that it would find
a readership. These were confusing times. I wrote a story every week. I
had a file on my computer -- ten pages long -- that tracked submissions. In my
mailbox I would receive several rejections every day, sometimes with an
encouraging note scrawled upon them. These I would tape to my office door
and read over and over. I wasn't discouraged. Quite the opposite. I knew I
was almost there--almost over the wall and into the
castle--which only increased my manic energy, making me into a kind of
story factory, a production line. Naturally, when you're working at
such a pace, you cannot be wholly original every time you sit down to write. So
my stories grew like an inbred family, full of recycled images, metaphors,
sentences, characters. I was playing around with the similar ingredients,
trying to find a recipe that worked.
I am obviously no longer that person. I cannot be. My wife would leave me. My
heart would explode. And my work would
undoubtedly suffer. Having readers, having critics, makes you slow
down. You know you can't get away with carelessness -- you can't get away with
recycling an image that appeared in a previous story -- you
can't get away with following the same sort of character. Because
somebody is waiting on the sidelines, ready to blow their whistle. By slowing
down and understanding your weaknesses and setting challenges for yourself and
trying to be constantly original, your work moves into deeper
waters.
Q: How has the
democratization of technology, (i.e., write a novel in MS Word, format it in
Adobe InDesign, make the cover in Photoshop, and print it at Kinko's) changed
writing? Every since typewriters, authors have mused over the relationship of
writing to technology. What are your thoughts on the subject?
A: I love the idea of putting a pen
to paper, of rattling away at a typewriter, but my work habits are linked
irrevocably to the computer. Cutting and pasting.
Footnoting. Googling. Spell-checking. Using the "find" option in a larger
manuscript to hop around swiftly. There is something soulless (and dispensable)
about a Dell compared to a trusty old Smith-Corona, but my muse
is made of circuits and ram.
Q: In your story "The Killing," reprinted in your collection Refresh, Refresh, you make a
passing reference to an anthropologist who talks about New York in the late
1980s. He calls this time "The
Wilding." Writers are often
captivated by a diverse range of ideas, returning in their fiction to
particular concepts, ideas, or characters. How does your forthcoming novel, The
Wilding (Graywolf Press), relate to these concepts--if at all?
A: I read about this -- "the wilding" of
NYC -- in 2003. I tucked it away on a backshelf of my mind and knew it
would come in handy some day: the idea that we are all one step away from
animalism. My novel confronts this idea (with Oregon as the setting).
Q: A friend recently read "Refresh, Refresh" and told me how close the fathers in the story paralleled his own
experience in the Air Force. I also noticed you often write about Oregon, even
when you write a different story entirely, as in "The Meltdown." Some writers
insist on "what you know" and some insist complete imagination is
key. What are the pros and cons of each approach to writing?
A: 'Write what you
know' is that age-old maxim that everybody at once endorses and revises. I
suppose I'll be clever and turn it on its head: know what you write. Yes, look
to your backyard, your experiences, your family and friends and enemies for
inspiration -- but don't consider yourself fenced in. If you've never worked for
the circus, you're certainly not forbidden to write of a trapeze artist. Just
do your homework. Watch some documentaries. Read some articles. Buy a ticket to
Ringling Brothers. Interview the lion tamer and the bearded lady. Learn
the language -- the tools -- the customs -- the psychology -- of the
trade. Know it so well you fool your audience into believing you've
lived through what your characters have lived.
Q: Many writers, to stay solvent, are
forced to teach while they write. Do you see yourself as a teacher, a writer,
or as a hybrid? What would your advice be to professors and teaching assistants
who harbor dreams of writing full-time?
A: I'm the hybrid-model (without the gas efficiency or leather seats). Teaching informs my writing and writing informs my teaching. The pressure of standing before a room and giving a lecture or leading a discussion forces me daily to read a student manuscript -- or a story assigned from a textbook -- with such strenuous care that I realize things I wouldn't have otherwise. These tools I carry with me to the page. And when I'm surrounded by people who care deeply about writing -- my students, my colleagues -- I feel like I'm part of a supportive, electric community (a pleasant antidote to the lonely time I spend in the chair). If I wrote exclusively, I would go a little crazy, I think, walking around in my underwear, talking to myself, rarely shaving. And I would feel guilty as well since I approach teaching as a service, a way to give back and earn my oxygen.



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