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Friday, October 31, 2008

From the Pop Culture Trenches: The Sexy Side of Scary

Twilight, a novel turned movie by Stephenie Meyer, has resurrected the immortal baddie back into mainstream literature: the vampire. Every few years this blood-sucking fiend seems to reappear as popular as ever, reminding us of our fascination with a little bit of terror and the grotesque. There is a reason why the phase comes and goes, so how long will it take for the inevitable wooden stake?

The series deemed the "next Harry Potter" has taken the written world by storm. Meyer's novels have had a wide reception, surpassing age and gender expectations. In fact, shortly after the release of the seventh and final Harry Potter book, New Moon (Twilight's sequel), beat HP out of the #1 slot on the New York Times Best Seller list--where it remained for eleven weeks. Translated for over 33 countries, over 5.5 million copies of the Twilight Saga are in print worldwide. Several reviews have pointed out it is not a literary masterpiece, but extremely compelling due to the relentlessly tense romance. Vampires have always been the sexiest of scary beasts, and Meyer exploits it better than anyone has in quite a while.

The novels are loaded with Victorian style super suppressed sexual tension. The strange mix of fear, attraction, adrenaline, and danger provoke an erotic response--what is not erotic about a carnal craving for someone? Edward Cullen--vampire protagonist--is constantly battling his desire to either kiss or feast on Bella--narrator human protagonist--realizing it's probably best to avoid both as much as possible (admittedly not a new idea). So the action between the star-crossed lovers is always with some caution--and presented PG for readers. The horror sci-fi genre mixed with romance has a definite appeal: it allows readers to indulge in the over-dramatic and borderline masochistic love story under the innocent guise of only a few heated kiss scenes.

But here is where breaking dawn has incinerated our nocturnal fiend:

1--the books are all products of minimal revision. No plot checking, no tightening, BIG PROBLEMS.
2--the characters lack humanity. With too much perfection, especially in the big series ending, why bother reading it?
3--It's all surface--all adjectives and no substance (in EVERY WAY)
4--Meyer is oblivious.

The fourth and final book of the Twilight series, Breaking Dawn, received such bad reviews that it has tainted the saga as a whole. By the end of the series, Meyer managed to provide a literally "perfect" ending for her protagonists, at only the small cost of their individuality and character-humanity. Their story ends void of responsibility, choice, or proper consequences. All the "good" or "redeemable" behavior of the good guys is really only as surface-oriented as Bella's view of Edward. (Honestly how many ways can the same person called beautiful before you start to question if anything else is appealing about him??) Looks like readers and Bella were in lust, not love.

With the transformation of inadequate-feeling-Bella in the end, the moral of the series seems to be: if you relentlessly reject yourself enough, eventually you'll be rewarded with all the superficial things you've been craving. The scariest part of all is none of this travesty was intentional on Meyer's part. In keeping with the fantasy genre, the author seems to also be living in La-La Land, ignoring all consequences of the real world. By forgoing any possible tragic results, the true tragedy of the series emerged, leaving readers feeling empty. For all that preaching about denying lust and embracing self-sacrifice above all, I don't think readers have ever been so wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am-ed by a series of quite this magnitude.

So perhaps in writing about the sexy side of scary, what we really got in the end was the scary side of sexy--luring, and empty. Hopefully the movie will be better.

New Around the 'Net

Literary Halloween Costumes.

Settlement Reached Between Google and Authors Guild, AAP.


A Joe-the-Plumber Book Deal?

Tony Hillerman Dead at 83, reports New York Times.

Ex-MI5 Chief Turns to Fiction
Britain’s MI5—their version of the FBI—former chief Stella Rimington has turned novelist.

Little, Brown and Random House go head to head
Leon Neyfakh in the New York Observer has a tale of two publishing houses.

Society of Young Publishers Goes International
Their objective is to build an international network of like-minded young people who will meet regularly and attend conferences at top trade events to discuss hot topics faced by the industry.

Paramount Acquires Screen Rights to Agnes Quill
The graphic novel by Dave Roman will be directed by Thor Freudenthal. Evan Spiliotopoulos will write the script.

Happy Halloween Birthday to a Hopeless Romantic (Poet)

John Keats – English poet extraordinaire who, along with fellow troubadours Shelley and Byron, came to define the style of a generation of writers – was born on the thirty-first of October in the year of our lord seventeen-hundred and ninety five.

Keats’ odes (on Melancholy, to a Nightingale) are still among the most beloved pieces in English Lit. His poem that begins “Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art— ” has no doubt launched a million burgeoning relationships with the wish to be “Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, / To feel for ever its soft fall and swell.” He is, for better or worse, probably the source of many of our “romantic” notions of the male poet: lying beneath shady bowers of a civilized country home on a sick-bed contemplating Homer in frilly shirts and ending auspiciously in a Roman swan song within sight of the Spanish Steps.

But, that all comes much later. On this day a bouncing baby boy entered the world in Georgian England (the poor country was under the reign of Crazy King George III who besides losing his marbles had lost the American Colonies). Keats’ papa ran a hotel and pub called “The Swan and Hoop” and Keats was baptized soon after birth at St. Botolph-without-Bishopsgate. In the midst of such great everyday language use is it any wonder he blossomed into such fame? Well, yes. Mostly because he kicked the bucket at age 26 and got a heck of a lot of pretty words down on paper first (his letters, which introduced the concept of ‘negative capability’ to the world, are almost as revered as his poems). So raise a bucket of All Hallows Eve treats to the precocious young gent who brought us the “Eve of St. Agnes” and other such tasty intellectual morsels in his brief, bright life.

With a little shout out to Arizona State University’s hometown namesake here are some lines from “Ode on a Grecian Urn” that also seem apropos for this spirited day:

“What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?”

Possible cheeky contemporary answer: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Unusual Calls for Submissions

Amoskeag: The Journal of SNHU is published annually in late April.
In a recent interview with Deidre Wengen, Jorie Graham identifies a task for writers concerned about the environment: to make readers "feel (and thus physically believe) what we have and what we are losing" ("Imagining the Unimaginable" @www.poets.org). In this issue of Amoskeag, we are not looking for scientific reports of extinctions, glacial loss, and journalistic prose necessarily, but rather for reflections on past, present, and future lives in relation to nature; meditations on the language of "global warming," "climate change," "green ____," and related discourse; (self-reflective) jeremiads regarding population, consumption, etc; or visionary victory gardens and carbon negative utopias. Lighter, tangentially related pieces are also welcome: odes to Henry Ford, the Wright Brothers, or tank tops in winter; epitaphs for the "open road"; epistles to whomever inherits the earth. More here.

The Other Journal seeks submissions of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction for our upcoming issue on Death and Dying.
Deadline: December 15, 2008. All submissions should be sent via email to (replace (at) with @). The Other Journal welcomes the submission of critical essays, reviews, creative writing, and visual or performance art that encounter life through the lens of theology and culture; we seek pieces that consider the interaction of faith with contemporary life, art, politics, sexuality, technology, economics, and social justice. We are particularly interested in works which present creative, alternative views that may otherwise fall outside the margins of mainstream narratives. And although we primarily focus on perspectives within the Christian tradition, we invite dialogue with all who are interested in exploring the ongoing role of faith and spirituality in the world. More here.

Shape of a Box, a YouTube literary magazine, is seeking submissions in all genres.
We are seeking work that is around 500 words, but we are flexible and desire work that is under 5 minutes if read out loud. Your submission should be pasted into the body of the email and sent to (replace (at) with @). Please check out additional details at folded.wordpress.com or www.youtube.com/shapeofabox . Three issues of the magazine are already live and available for viewing. More here.

Call for submissions: Use these Words
Submissions for use these words issue two: By January 1, 2009, send a brief contributor's note and 1—5 poems, each using all of the following words, in the body of an e-mail to (replace (at) with @): pillow, tantrum, silver, roof, vacant, atlas, break. More here.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Whiting Writers Awards Announced

The Mrs. Giles Whiting Foundation named ten recipients of the 2008 Whiting Writers’ Awards yesterday. The awards, which are $50,000 each, have been given annually since 1985 to writers of exceptional talent and promise in early career. The ten writers recognized this year for their extraordinary talent and promise are:

Mischa Berlinski, fiction. His first novel, Fieldwork, was a finalist for the National Book Award in 2007. He is at work on a second novel and living in Haiti.

Rick Hilles, poetry. His first collection, Brother Salvage, was published by the University of Pittsburgh Press. He is an assistant professor in the MFA Program at Vanderbilt University and lives in Nashville, Tennessee.

Donovan Hohn, nonfiction. His essays have appeared in Harper’s, The New York Times Magazine, Agni, The Bedford Reader, and Internazionale. His first book will be published by Viking in 2010.

Douglas Kearney, poetry. He is the author of Fear, Some (Red Hen Press, 2006) and the forthcoming collection, The Black Automaton, which will be published by Fence Books in 2009. He has an MFA in writing from the California Institute of the Arts, where he now teaches.

Laleh Khadivi, fiction. Her first book, The Age of Orphans, will be published by Bloomsbury in 2009. She is currently the fiction fellow at Emory University in Atlanta.

Manuel Muñoz, fiction. He is the author of two collections of short stories, Zigzagger (Northwestern University Press, 2003) and The Faith Healer of Olive Avenue (Algonquin Books, 2007). He lives in Tucson, where he is an Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Arizona.

Dael Orlandersmith, plays. Her plays include Yellowman, The Gimmick and her Obie-Award winning Beauty’s Daughter, in which she also starred. She is currently an artist-in-residence at Sarah Lawrence College and is at work on a memoir..

Benjamin Percy, fiction. He is the author of two short story collections, The Language of Elk (Carnegie Mellon, 2006) and Refresh, Refresh (Graywolf, 2008). He teaches in the MFA program at Iowa State University in Ames, Iowa.

Julie Sheehan, poetry. She is the author of two collections of poems, Thaw (Fordham University Press, 2001), and Orient Point (Norton, 2006). She teaches in the graduate Writing and Literature program at Stony Brook Southampton and lives in East Quogue, New York.

Lysley Tenorio, fiction. He has recently completed a collection of short stories and is working on a novel. He lives in San Francisco and teaches at Saint Mary's College in Moraga, California.

For more on the award. For more on the winners.

The Phillies: Poetry in Motion?

Last night, my Philadelphia Phillies (the losingest team in baseball) won the World Series. That's right, a Philadelphia team won a championship, ending the 100 seasons of crap for our four major sports teams. Nearly everyone in my family cried. I stood, alone, in my Arizona living room, as a friend in Philadelphia held up the phone so I could hear the honking outside of her window. I wanted a Yuengling, and someone to yell at me in a horrible Philadelphia accent.

How do you justify writing about this on the literary journal blog that you manage? Easy. You go back through the HFR archives to find a baseball poem to post. Only to discover that HFR has no love for baseball, or Philadelphia, or even the Liberty Bell or the Constitution. On the sporting front, we seem to have some love for swimming, and lots of love for fishing and drinking. Our very first issue has a story about baseball called "Stealing Home" by Steve Beatty, but I am not willing, this morning, to retype the whole thing.

I am told, by a trusted source, that the best baseball poem ever is "Body and Soul" by B.H. Fairchild. "Half-numb, guzzling bourbon and Coke from coffee mugs,/ our fathers fall in love with their own stories, nuzzling/ the facts but mauling the truth, and my friend's father begins/ to lay out with the slow ease of a blues ballad a story/ about sandlot baseball in Commerce, Oklahoma decades ago." This may be how it will go years from now, when I talk about last night to my grandchildren. If any of you out there (so long as you're not a Yankees fan) have other poem suggestions, let's hear them.

Also, to give Philly it's fair literary plug while I have the shot, a few places worth checking out: Philadelphia Stories, The Smart Set, The Painted Bride Quarterly, The Kelly Writers House, and I Read a Short Story Today.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Horror, of course—Back with a Vengeance

Today's Topic: Why do the Japanese do it Better?

I actually don't have a solid answer for this one, but rather just want to sort of mull over it. When you don't take into account the American-made sequels, movies like The Ring, The Grudge, and Pulse are all fantastically made and creative to boot. It also happens that the American renditions of such movies (even the Spanish-made Darkness), tend to stay true to form and keep their scare-factor. And I think I may have hit on why it is they're so terrifying—they reinvent old stories.

Okay, so I'm not saying that a dead girl crawling through a television is unoriginal or that a ghost child that screams like a cat when it opens its mouth is overdone. Those are just details, accessories to the story of the child that's still looking for its parent and of the revenge tragedy plot. These are the kinds of stories that strike an unconscious chord of sympathy with us because we all got lost in the grocery store at one point, or were so mad we nearly lost control of what we could say or do, or were totally freaked out by waking up in the middle of the night to a snowy television (Poltergeist did this too). That's also why clowns and dolls are frightening. It's all familiar. We recognize the feeling at the core of Samara's motivations; we're familiar with the fear of death; we all know love, in its varying degrees. So when these common place things become extraordinarily out of place, that's when the fear comes. When we can recognize the eyes of a monster as the eyes that were once a dear friend (I wasn't exactly thinking of Resident Evil: Apocalypse when I wrote this originally, because that movie was funny more than it was frightening, but it works pretty well nonetheless).

You may be saying, "But Dani, the Revenge Tragedy is a genre from the English Renaissance stage. How could that apply to the Japanese?" First of all, the Japanese are infamous for the way they suck up Western culture. And that's not just a Japanese trait. Greece, Venice, Korea, India, the Nile Delta—these are all places that historically take on aspects of other cultures because they are huge trading ports and therefore mingle with a lot of different kinds of people. At the moment, Japan is such a one as these others have been. And since its the Information Age, ideas are just as tradeable as goods and services. What was once Western/Eastern is becoming less identifiably so. Such as horror. In the past decades, it's been the clear domain of Hollywood producers wanting to make a quick buck off a cheap thrill. But the Japanese seem to have taken parts of it and turned it into artful storytelling unlike anything seen in film since Hitchcock.

So What's There to do in Phoenix? (Lit-Wise)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Phoenix may not be New York or San Francisco, but we've got our fair share of fun art and literature events. We'll keep you posted of these events (and more!) in our sporadically updated review "So, what's there to do in Phoenix?"

(NotExactlyA)LitEvent: Changing Hands' "Books for Schools"

It probably doesn't need to be said but all of us over here at Hayden's Ferry Review really love books. I mean, the Piper Center itself is nearly bursting with books; we've got them stacked in random corners and crevices of the center. Our houses too follow the strange design concept of migratory books-- that is, piles of books that have a daily exodus from desk to bed to desk again. Mostly because we have nowhere else to put them but also because we just love seeing all of those books stacked up on each other, like little anthills of literature. It makes me smile just now thinking about it.

Anyways. For most of us, our love of books began sometime in childhood and so we believe *cue sappy rant* that all children should have as much opportunity to pore over those golden treasures as we did in our youth. That's why we're spreading the word about Changing Hands' event "Books for Schools." It's easy enough. November 1 through December 31, 2008, a percentage of your Changing Hands purchases will go to the school of your choice. They'll save a copy of your receipt and donate 20% of the purchase towards a gift certificate for your preferred school-- just make sure and indicate which school at time of purchase. All purchases of new and used books, music, cards, calendars and gifts can go towards the donation.

So What's There to Do in Phoenix? (Art-Wise)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Phoenix may not be New York or San Francisco, but we've got our fair share of fun art and literature events. We'll keep you posted of these events (and more!) in our sporadically updated review "So, what's there to do in Phoenix?"

ArtEvent: Northlight Gallery Photo Exhibit

Northlight Gallery, part of ASU's Herberger College of the Arts, is hosting the photography exhibit "Diverging Views" which features artwork by members of The Women's Caucus of the Society of Photographic Education. From the gallery's website:

"The Women’s Caucus is committed to the advancement of women in the profession of photography and photographic education and to the advancement of women’s issues in the exhibition, discussion and teaching of image making."

The exhibit runs from October 20 - November 15, 2008. The gallery is open Monday 7-9 PM, Tuesday - Thursday 10:30 AM from 4:30 PM, and Saturdays 12:30-4:30 PM. Admission is free.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Horror, of course—The Nightmare Continues

Today's topic: The Damsel in Distress and Undressed

Yes, she's always there. The Virgin and the Whore. There's no in between, no other identity markers. And usually there are a lot more Whores than there are Virgins. The only way for a woman to remain a Virgin is to be married and faithful to her husband and build her life around her children (and yet remain completely unsexual). But a married woman can also be a whore if she has any kind of professional ambitions or if she tries to be too much like a man. She always dies. The only way for a woman to survive is if she's not only a virgin but sinless and, in effect, supports the reigning patriarchy. I'm not going to say that horror should be more sensitive to women's issues and offer empowering roles. In a perfect world that would happen, yes, but the world of horror films is far from perfect, so I'll set the bar rather low—for the sake of the genre, there should at least be variation in female characters. For example, being a successful business woman does not mean she slept her way to the top or that her marriage is troubled or that she pays no attention to her kids. Virginity does not make a woman virtuous (Carrie is my evidence—her general inexperience and closed-off life actually primed her to become an insane murderer!). Likewise, a man who is a stay-at-home dad will not go insane from acting against his masculine nature and not all football players are drunken, girlfriend-beating lunkheads. The sooner these realities sink into a genre that seems to eat, drink, and breathe stereotypes, the better. Creating more sympathetic, varied characters can only add to the element of horror. Striking a balance between the canny and the uncanny is the only way the genre will continue to create worthwhile works.

I've heard the argument that the misogyny that is all but inherent to the genre—why else would women almost always be the first to be attacked when clearly the best tactical maneuver would be to take down the big game (the men) while the element of surprise is still on the murderer/monster's side?—is really meant to be an opportunity for discourse about its social pervasiveness. That's about as convincing as the idea that The Merchant of Venice is not an anti-Semitic play but actually aims to reveal the social evils behind anti-Semitism. Please. From Ann Radcliffe's The Mysteries of Udolpho to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to Bram Stoker's Dracula (and every single rip-off that has ever been written) to almost any modern incarnation of the genre (too numerous to list, really), the Virgin and/or the Whore are integral plot devices. And that's just books. Slasher movies are probably the most infamous for their misogyny but they are by no means the only guilty ones. Look at Exorcist, the uncontested scariest movie of all time. Why was the little girl possessed? Because her father was a man ruled by his netherparts and her mother was a career obsessed and therefore distracted, bad wife and mother, all of which resulted in the little girl's possession. If only the mother had known her place, perhaps the father wouldn't have left and everyone would still be happy with heads not rotating one hundred and eighty degrees. And of course, there would be no other way for Satan's child to come into the world except through a woman. All the other demons were busy that night but Rosemary was available so obviously he'd take what he could get. And the only three people to survive the mansion-turned-military compound in 28 Days Later also happened to be the only three who seemed not to be ruled by their hormones. Really, the soldiers were that hard-up after less than a month? Great movie, but really?

Jason may have hacked more teenage girls to pieces, Chucky may have cut up more women (a phallic gesture on both counts), and Freddy may have been the most creative killer of the 80s (and look at that—he had a whole handful of phallic symbols!), but their overt, senseless killing is outdone by the sleeping misogyny of their less violent cousins. Because it's not noticed as quickly, the violence against and hatred of women in the better movies is all the more shocking when it finally is recognized.

Congratulations to Sean Nevin!

Congratulations to former HFR poetry editor and contributor Sean Nevin whose book Oblivio Gate is now available from Southern Illinois University Press. Winner of Crab Orchard Review's First Book Award, the collection explores the mental and emotional struggles of Solomon, a veteran battling the onslaught of Alzheimer's disease.

"Sean Nevin understands the paradox of using language to capture its unraveling. In heartbreaking poems that chronicle Alzheimer's, he probes the power of memory and the tragic beauty of its demise."—Denise Duhamel

A poem from the collection...

The Carpenter Bee

Black and polished
with light, it treads the air
beneath the arched soffits
of our house, where

this morning I smeared,
with a clean metal blade,
a dollop of putty
over the bullet-sized hole
it bore into the wood.

I watched, for an hour
that bee, tap-tap-tapping
like the severed tip
of a cane groping
after what was lost, and

like that, I saw again
the frostbitten toe
the medics let thaw,
then amputated as I slept
through a gauze

of morphine. The charred
and inconsolable knuckle
that would, for years, try,
each night in my dreams,
to come home from the war.

From Oblivio Gate
Copyright © 2008 by Sean Nevin
Southern Illinois University Press
Crab Orchard Series in Poetry

Sean Nevin
teaches at Arizona State University, where he directs the Young Writer’s Program and is assistant director of the Virginia G. Piper Center for Creative Writing. He is coeditor of 22 Across: A Review of Young Writers, and his poetry has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including JAMA, the Gettysburg Review and North American Review. He is the recipient of a Literature Fellowship in Poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Horror, of course


Yes, it's the week of Halloween and so we will be doing the obligatory (but oh so fun) horror theme for this week's blog postings. The holiday has been nipped, tucked, and botoxed to death (an unintentional pun, but appropriate nonetheless) so that seeing a couple dozen Freddies or Jasons or vampires roaming around makes no one's hair stand on end. The last time I was frightened by a Halloween costume was when I was nine (a very convincing werewolf outfit and a wild imagination don't mix, by the way). Fleshy, original jack-o-lanterns are replaced with never-rotting, plastic ones that can be reused through the years—what evil spirits will be frightened by that? A haunted house is not a haunted house unless someone gets chased by the Texas Chainsaw Massacre guy at some point. Witches and ghosts are laughable. People, especially teenage girls thanks to Anne Rice and Stephanie Meyer, actually want to be bitten by vampires. It's just not scary anymore.

So. What does this mean? It means that I'll be spending this week pondering the whole genre of horror fiction, horror movies, why they are no longer scary, and what makes that one in a million book or movie so terrifying. And if you have any suggestions for a post, I'm open to it.

Horror Movies

It's funny how the topic of horror movies brings to mind first all of the ones that are completely hoaky and terribly done. Number one on my list (and on many lists, in fact) is Manos: Hands of Fate. Yes, the title of the worst film ever (horror or otherwise) is titled Hands: Hands of Fate, no joke. As a literature major with a keen interest in film, my first inclination was to try and theorize about the film. Is it parody? Am I just used to better special effects (this movie was made in the 60s)? No, to both. It's just a horrible movie. Confusing scene cuts; horrible lighting; terrible music; underdeveloped plot and characters; the worst script ever; chalk full of guns that never fire (to make a Chekhovian reference). As the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons would say—Worst movie EVER. And it's runner-up, which has clear ambitions to be first, is Cabin Fever. Let me qualify that I love Rider Strong. But no amount of nostagic crushing on Sean from Boy Meets World could bring me to apologize for that movie. The story was flawed, the acting was mediocre at best, the plot was unresolved, and, worst of all, the blood and make-up was completely unbelievable.

In the wake of Saw V being released (truly a crime against human intelligence and higher abilities), I know I'll be risking the wrath of the cult following the goriest of gorey movies has accrued over the past few years, but I'm not convinced that gore alone is the end goal of horror. That's why Freddy and Jason are NOT scary anymore. Do you see anyone leaving the theatre because Saw is just too frightening? No you don't. And why? Because the people are not actually frightened. They're grossed out and pleased in the way that watching human mutilation only can accomplish. But they are not afraid. You walk into those sorts of movies knowing that the body and severed limb count will rise every minute, but you don't go home and sleep with the lights on. What movies have done that? Exorcist, Night of the Living Dead (The black and white one only, and virtually none of its clones or progeny. I mean come on, a zombie baby? That's practically a contradiction in terms!), 28 Days Later (another zombie movie with relatively little gore, considering), The Ring, Pulse, The Shining, and Rob Zombie's rendition of Halloween are all examples of great horror films. After watching a horror film, you should never want to watch it again, not because it was terrible but because it was so good. I know there are plenty of people who disagree with me, but I was absolutely certain that seven days after I watched The Ring that I would die. Zombies are about the only thing about which I have an irrational fear but even most of those movies are laughable even to me.

But what makes these good examples of horror films so good? After all, Halloween, even Rob Zombie's version, certainly falls into the category of slasher films. What makes it so special? The focus is the story. They are not obvious excuses for violence against the human body. They attack the psyche by presenting realistic characters (stay with me here) set in extraordinary situations. Even Halloween rewrites the well-known story to present a sympathetic Mike Myers who has clear motivations, even for an insane mind, and a defined and explained history that takes away his mask only to reveal something even more horrifying because it's so much more human. And this coming from someone who, in general, does not like Rob Zombie movies; but in this instance, I must admit his mastery of the genre. The psychological aspect of these movies, including Halloween, galvanizes them as truly terrifying. They're enduring. Even the thought of them give us chills. That is the goal of horror—to touch some unconscious cord pulled so taut that it will alwasy shiver no matter how many times it's plucked.

But please, I invite disagreement. If anyone can give me another example of a movie that virtually throws blood at the camera (and it has to be explicit and not suggested—the latter type are better by far for the muffled violence) that also kept them awake at night or stops their breath every time it's even mentioned—in other words, actually frightened them—I'll send you a bag of Halloween candy or something. But you have to thoroughly convince me. Oh, and I would love to hear of any other movies that scared the bejeezus out of anyone. I'm a junky, a glutton for punishment. What can I say?

Friday, October 24, 2008

Memoirs and Biographies Galore

Over the past couple of decades, it seems that the biography and the memoir have become more and more popular. One can even get an MFA with an emphasis in Creative Nonfiction, which finds its strongest form in memoir and memoir-ish short stories. In fact, the pre-release press surrounding most memoirs or biographies far outstrips the attention that most books get even after they've been released, even the best-selling ones. Whether it's Madonna's brother from several months ago or Hillary Clinton from a couple of years ago, readers can't get enough of the books that offer a look into the life and mind of some of the most public personae in recent history. And for those who don't feel inclined to tell their story or for those who are no longer able to share it, there is an army of biographers waiting with pens and books at the ready to catch that yet-unseen glimpse of a life well-known. But where does (auto)biography end and memoir begin? And what are the proper politics of these genre? Should they be used for image-building or should the facts always be more important? The texts currently being released seem to be flirting with these questions in particular.

Most notably, the controversy being raised by Rupert Murdoch over his yet-to-be released biography The Man Who Owns the News. The news mogul objects to what he claims are defamatory depictions of his character and relationships to his two #2 men who run Fox and National Corp. But the biographer, Michael Wolff, says he has over 50 hours of interviews with the man himself on tape and more from family and friends and that these confirm the Murdoch on the page to be the same as the one in real life. It is, to me, a little disconcerting that Murdoch, a man whose business it is to build and destroy public images, should get to have such a close look, and therefore more of a say, in how he is portrayed. If making himself look good was the goal, he should have written the book himself. That's what the memoir is for. Lucky for Donald Spato, whose third installment of Alfred Hitchcock biographies Spellbound by Beauty was recently released, he doesn't have to worry about consulting with the late great filmmaker—who undoubtedly would not have liked such close look at his fetishes and their manifestations on screen and on set. Probably a more touchy subject than who Murdoch wears a social mask for. But perhaps I'm wrong about this. I would like to know what you think the relationship should be between the biographer and the biographied. Is it complicated when the subject is still alive? Should that matter in the least?

I don't see any reason why Murdoch could not have picked up the pen himself, or, for that matter I don't see what's stopping him from writing a response to Wolff's work if it really is that inaccurate. After all, if Eminem can take on the task of writing a memoir for his fans, I'm sure it would be a piece of cake for just about anyone else. Eminem certainly has so much material to work from (and controversial material, at that) a story about corporate success and a life spent problematizing this nation's industry and standards of journalism (a fascinating story, but ultimately devoid of emotion, except the reader's, and therefore much easier to approach) should present relatively little difficulty. He's in the media, he ought to know how to sell an image. He could even take the Jose Conseco route and produce a tell-all that he can later declaim and "regret," which really ends up only selling even more copies of the "regretted" book.

But I digress. What do you think, dear Reader? What role should biography play? Is it the same as memoir, or do they necessarily have different goals? What should the rules of engagement be for the subjects of biography? And any other points you want to make on the subject?

News Around the Net

Friends and colleagues remember David Foster Wallace.

Mitzi Angel pays six-figures for the Nick Cave's novel The Death of Bunny Munro.

Russian/French author, Irène Némirovsky, who died at the Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz, has her own exhibit at the Museum of Jewish Heritage.

Fernando Savater wins Spain's most lucrative literary award—$820,000; no that's not a typo.

The British Library now has collected recordings of some of the 20th Century's greatest literary figures.

Yaddo on display at the New York Public Library.

Pat Kavanagh dies at 68 and Dan Harvey dies at 62.

Margaret Atwood is awarded Spain's Prince of Asturias prize for literature.

Sarah Palin says yessss to literature.

Burger King sponsors poetry contest.

Website of the Week: Horror Factor

In honor of Halloween, HFR presents to you the hub of horror! Let's face it, writing a truly scary story can be a challenge. So head on over to Horror Factor. The site provides monthly horror writing tips, a slew of links to horror e-publishers and print publishers, a horror bookstore, story markets, and writing contests. There is also a forum for discussion. If that doesn't help, there's a store, somewhat inexplicably, of scary toys and props. Bounce some story ideas of off a poseable skeleton! If that doesn't help, rest assured that Lonely Bones been working on his novel longer than you have.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

A Cup of Ambition: Writers Center Director

We've all heard it before, at dinner parties, from relatives, from our therapists: "Oh, you write. Does that mean you'll be a teacher?" Fine, fine. We can't make enough money to "eat" or "live" from our poetry. Every MFA graduate knows the horrible feeling that settles into her stomach as graduation approaches. You finished a whole book!, you keep telling people. And still, no prospective employers come a-calling. Here at HFR, we know how you feel. We thought it might be interesting to take a closer look at some jobs we writers and lovers of books might enjoy. Or do enjoy. Or have tried, and regret. This regular post, A Cup of Ambition, will talk to those in-the-know about what the working world is really like.

Meet our eighth guest...
Charles Jensen, Director, The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, Maryland. The Writer’s Center hosts over 300 writing workshops and 50 public events each year, runs a small bookstore, houses a small theatre space, publishes Poet Lore (the oldest continually published literary magazine in the United States) and works to develop a literary community in the metro DC area. I oversee all the operations, artistically and functionally, and make sure it all works.

How did you come to have this job?
It was actually a very cosmic experience. Although I fell into the arts administration field itself much by accident, I was unintentionally preparing for it for many years. It started in college when I ran the campus movie theatre; over the years, I worked in architecture marketing, as a residence hall director at two enormous colleges, and I taught English. During my MFA program, I started working with the Piper Center for Creative Writing, which turned into a full time gig. The rest of the story follows the plot of Showgirls: as the people above me started to clear up, I moved up the totem pole there, gaining tons of experience along the way. But I always felt strongly that the work I did represented a culmination of all my previous work experience. I was lucky enough to find The Writer’s Center, whose programs matched my experience and who, frankly, was looking for the kind of experience I had: an eye for branding, a commitment to developing and sustaining community, and a strong educational background in literature and writing.

The Good Stuff
The most gratifying thing is working in the community on behalf of the art I love. I get to be a part of opening people’s eyes to the joy and challenges of writing, of encouraging them to attend readings, read books, form groups, and dedicate themselves to writing. DC is a city built by and for the arts (because, after all, isn’t politics an art?), so being in this place and working in this field feels even more unique.

And, although it’s geeky and weird, I get a real kick out of working toward creating a cohesive brand identity, cultivating clear and concise mission and vision statements, and determining if/how specific programs fulfill the mission. Organizational design and development, to me, is like brain candy. I could talk about it all day. Which is why I’m often left standing alone at cocktail parties.

The Bad Stuff
Ensuring the business aspects will survive, or hopefully even thrive. From the outside, organizations like this one seem to run very smoothly and appear to be self-sufficient, but like all arts organizations, it’s just not the case. We are absolutely dependent on the investments of donors and foundations to keep doing what we’re doing at the level at which we do it. In my biased opinion, I feel like performing and visual arts organizations have less difficulty raising funds from donors because there’s a greater sense of cache for being involved with them. The literary arts are often overlooked—even by the arts community itself—and so I feel in my work just as I did in my childhood—the youngest, smallest child clamoring for the attention of the rest of the household. Luckily, the techniques to get attention in childhood are easily translatable to arts administration.

Surprise Me
Well, it might surprise you to know that behind my chipper, happy-go-lucky demeanor exists a risk-obsessed, suspicious inner voice, and this is absolutely critical to my job. I’ve discovered I have a particular knack for discerning the many ways in which someone (or several people in collusion) could commit fraud or embezzle money from the places where I work, but I do use this power for the forces of good by creating policies and safeguards to protect employees from accusations of impropriety. In taking over my new role here, I spent several weeks sounding like an overprotective mother who won’t let her child play on the monkey bars. “You’ll fall! You’ll split your head open! You’ll sprain a wrist!” I didn’t say those things, of course, but you get the idea. Although I frequently sounded like I could only see the worst in people, it’s not true. I want to ensure that all the good people in our community get the best experience possible from us. Frequently, that means battening down the hatches before setting sail. To mix some metaphors.

Spin a Yarn
Arts administration can be a circus. Just this week I had to go looking for a grant check we were due. The state granting agency confirmed they had sent a check request out already, but that a second state agency who had assessed a fee of us might have been holding it. We called the second state agency who said, No, we’re not holding it. The following morning, we got a letter in the mail from a third state agency that read, We are holding your check from state agency 1 on behalf of state agency 2, to whom you owe money. I called the third state agency to remind them we had appealed the ruling of state agency 2, and the person there said, Oh, you can disregard that letter. It’s automatically generated. We cut your check today and it’ll be mailed tomorrow.

I could tell you some other stories, like the time I failed to arrange a formal introduction for A. S. Byatt, but didn’t realize it until A. S. Byatt was sitting in the front row of the event waiting to be welcomed to the podium, but I’m saving that one for my tell-all.

Who makes a good administrator?
I think the most important thing for someone in my position is to remember you aren’t doing it alone. Wherever I have worked, I’ve stood on the shoulders of giants, the staff members in the organization who keep things going. My job is really just to motivate them, recognize their accomplishments, and perhaps gently guide them when they need it.

It also helps if you can maintain a cool demeanor. When I met my staff here, I showed them my “panicked” face, which was expressionless. And remembering that it’s unlikely any failures we commit in our day-to-day work rarely result in death or injury for others; most mistakes we can correct quickly, so there’s no need to worry too much.

I often dream that I will wake up with stunning attention to detail, but so far it hasn’t happened. But allowing yourself a few obsessive-compulsive traits wouldn’t hurt you in working in arts administration.

How do I become you?
I think so many people, students even, are doing work right now that would translate into arts administration experience, but they don’t realize it. Planning a reading series, running a student group—even pulling together a workshop of friends and colleagues are all examples of the kind of work we do in arts administration. The scale is just larger, but the skills, the passion, and the motivations are really the same.

If you’re not getting that kind of experience now, it’s easy to go out and find it. State Arts Commissions and other nonprofit agencies are always looking for volunteers or interns, and the service provided to the organizations is absolutely invaluable. The experience gained, priceless.

It’s also never too late to start. There’s actually an odd rift in many arts agencies between people just starting out and people ready to retire. In the next decade or so, a lot of Executive Director and top-tier management seats are going to empty out—and we will desperately need smart, committed artists taking the helms of organizations in every discipline.

Thoughts on this job for writers...
It can be a risk. I don’t write as much as I could, but I think I write more than the poet working for State Farm Auto Insurance, for example (no offense to Wallace Stevens). The benefit for me is that I get to exist in a world where literature is valued, where people take art seriously, and where engaging in conversations about books, writers, and individual works is part of my job. It might be harder to find that kind of support in other professions. In that way, my work does inspire me to write, or at least stay engaged with my own work. I exist permanently within a community of writers. That alone is gift enough for me.

Charles Jensen is the author of three chapbooks, including Living Things, which won the 2006 Frank O’Hara Chapbook Award (read a review at The Blood Orange Review), and The Strange Case of Maribel Dixon (New Michigan Press, 2007). A past recipient of an Artist’s Project Grant from the Arizona Commission on the Arts, his poetry has appeared in Bloom, Columbia Poetry Review, Copper Nickel, The Journal, New England Review, spork, and West Branch. He holds an MFA in poetry from Arizona State University and is currently pursuing an MA in Nonprofit Leadership and Management. He is the founding editor of the online poetry magazine LOCUSPOINT, which explores creative work on a city-by-city basis.

Alberto Rios' ONEBOOKAZ Award

Congratulations to ASU Regents Professor and HFR advisor and contributor Alberto Rios for winning the ONEBOOKAZ Prize for his memoir, Capirotada: A Nogales Memoir! The contest is designed to celebrate Arizona literature by encouraging people to read and comment on the two chosen books [Adult and Children Categories]. ONEBOOKAZ facilitates book discussions, author readings, panel discussions to foster a sense of community by the shared experience of reading the same books.

Rios' memoir was chosen by an online public vote of 46%. The name capirotada comes from a Mexican bread pudding which is made from many different ingredients and reflects the mixed community and traditions Rios faced while growing up in Nogales, Arizona.

Rios is the author of ten books of poetry, three collections of short stories and the memoir Capirotada. His next book, The Dangerous Shirt, is forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press.

Roni Capin Rivera-Ashford's book Hip, Hip, Hooray, It's Monsoon Day! won the ONEBOOKAZ prize in the children's category. Previous recipients for the award have been Barbara Kingsolver for Animal Dreams and Mark Spragg's An Unfinished Life.

Monday, October 20, 2008

A Poetry Publishing Scandal

This past August, the poetry blog-o-sphere was abuzz with a publishing scandal involving poet Stacey Lynn Brown and the Cider Press Review. Stacey's manuscript was chosen by Tony Hoagland as the winner of CPR's book contest, to be published by the press, but after a series of miscommunications, the offer of publication was recinded. The whole ordeal was spelled out on Stacey's blog, with poets all across the internet writing in their support, or blogging their responses on their own blogs.

This blog kept its nose out of it, not sure from where the problems were stemming among the understandably heated debating. The current issue of Poets & Writers has arrived to provide some perspective, asking the question, "who should have final approval over a book's content and design - the author, who is the ultimate authority on the text, or the publisher, who knows how best to present that text to readers?”

From the Pop Culture Trenches: Oprah's Big Opinion

From the Pop Culture Trenches of the Literary world, it's time to address one rather influential figure--the Pope of Pop Culture Lit if you will--OPRAH. The publishing industry is in debt to books made ridiculously popular (or made popular again) by way of this talk show host's seemingly infallible opinion. One wave of her hand and suddenly an unsuspecting author has just received the pop-culture version of a Pulitzer Prize. Like there is no higher honor, or better business advantage. But what influences Oprah's pick? And more importantly, what makes Oprah this grand authority?

I have to admit, reading a bit about the woman's life and accomplishments makes it difficult to knock her on anything. But a BA in Speech and Performing Arts doesn't exactly make her a literary expert. So, what are Oprah's reasons for the book club? "When I was growing up, books were my friends. When I didn't have friends, I had books. And one of the greatest pleasures I have right now in life is to be reading a really good book and to know I have a really, really good book after that book to read," she told her audience after introducing her first book in '96. Knowing all of us have probably felt a little bit of that before, it's essentially impossible to criticize her motives.

So let’s consider her effort. The newest pick, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski, entered the bestseller list at number fourteen, and immediately climbed to number one after Oprah's book club blessing. This story about a mute boy and his dog received RAVE reviews as Oprah gushed endlessly and paid her highest praises. For a first-time novelist, like Wroblewski, this seems to be a ridiculously lucky break.

But not all authors are as thrilled about her praise as one might expect. Jonathan Franzen, author of 2001 pick The Corrections, cringed at the talk show host's decision to include his novel, disappointed that it would be among a list of one-dimensional predecessors. After his initial, unflattering reaction, he did make a point to thank her in his National Book Award acceptance speech--perhaps a smarter political move.

Such reactions from contemporary authors drove Oprah to expand the club beyond modern works. In 2003 John Steinbeck's East of Eden made the list, 2004 had Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, and three Faulkner novels were added in 2005. When she returned to the contemporary authors in 2005, she had the unfortunate experience with James Frey's A Million Little Pieces. (If you didn't hear about that hoopla, the low-down is Frey took more liberty with the truth of his "memoir" than Oprah liked, and the pissed off megastar tore him to a million little pieces for it.)

Most recent Oprah books include:
2006
Night by Elie Wiesel

2007
The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez--now a movie
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
The Road by Cormac McCarthy
The Measure of a Man by Sidney Poitier

2008
The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski
A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle

What makes Oprah an authority on literature? Popularity. Is she worth trusting as far as good writing goes? That's up to you to decide. (One of the advantages to being a member of her book club--a huge advantage as the author too--is the amazon discount she offers. Automatically the books she recommends have a 10% discount on the price, providing even more incentive to buy.) Whether she really knows what she's talking about or not, it seems pretty advantageous to be in her good graces. Ironically, I think this may be best achieved by making her cry... go figure.

So, What's There to do in Phoenix? (Art-Wise)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Phoenix may not be New York or San Francisco, but we've got our fair share of fun art and literature events. We'll keep you posted of these events (and more!) in our sporadically updated review "So, what's there to do in Phoenix?"

ArtEvent: F.A.R. Lectures

F.A.R (Future Arts Research) will be hosting two lectures in the coming days which are both free and open to the public (and likely filled with much brain-enhancing and arty coolness talk).

Peter Sellars will be speaking this Wednesday, October 22nd at 7 PM about the role of the arts in the new economic environment. The lecture will be hosted at the Tempe Center for the Arts. From F.A.R's newsletter:

"Peter Sellars, world-renowned director and librettist, will speak on the role of the arts in the new economic environment of crisis and uncertainty. He will discuss strategies for the arts and humanities during this period of projected strife, and about how to enter this new Depression when de-funding of the arts and humanities are almost a certainty. He will expand on the need for artists to de-institutionalize their thinking when the institutions will also be uncertain about their futures as well. Sellars' talk will concentrate on the re-imagining of the artists role through coalition building and re-thinking new institutions to accommodate the crises that surround the artist today. Sellars is an inspirational speaker who has come up with possible answers to these difficult questions."

David Elliot, director of Oxford's Museum of Modern Art from 1976 to 1996, will be lecturing at Bentley Projects in Downtown Phoenix on October 27th at 7 PM. His lecture "In Praise of Impurity: Universal Values versus Geo-aesthetics in Contemporary Art" is described in the F.A.R newsletter:

"Starting with genetic theory, research and a consideration of pre and early history, David Elliott will examine different kinds of pictorial creativity and how influence is, and always has been, spread through art and different types of cultural interchange. He will argue that it is only relatively recently that this “natural” state of affairs been disrupted by ideas of nationhood which unfortunately stressed the separateness and hierarchy of cultures. He believes that this has had disastrous historical effects and, in spite of recent theories of “globalization,” has continued, in a debased form, to the present. Elliott argues that now, as before, it is the normal and desirable state of one culture to beg, steal and borrow from other cultures. This, and the fact that all culture – even one’s own – has to be acquired, means that an openness of mind and willingness to learn are the basic tools that are needed to appreciate and enjoy what is best in the contemporary cultures of the world."

For more Phoenix literary and arts events, please visit HFR's calender.

Friday, October 17, 2008

News Around the 'Net

Man Booker Prize winner announced. (And interesting details about its monetary worth).

As if Milan Kundera wasn't cool enough.

Malcolm Gladwell explores the relationship between genius and precocity.

Massachusetts tries to pick a state novel.

Nikki Giovanni adds hip hop to poetry.

Dan Chiasson named Paris Review Poetry Editor.

The First Place Winner of the Columbus Day Contest!

It's here! The first place story for the Columbus Day Writing Contest belongs to Elizabeth Wade of Fredericksburg, VA. Thank you and great job to everyone who submitted, and keep an eye open for the next writing prompt. Now please enjoy Elizabeth's wonderful short-short story!

"Losing It"

It all started with the worst batch of peach preserves you can imagine and the first cigarette I ever tasted, though regrettably not the last. Mama had made the preserves but forgot to check the seal. When the first biscuit hit her tongue, she realized her error. I couldn’t save the canning jar, but I got the plates off the table before she shattered them. After she went back to bed, I headed to Roger’s. Even though it was Columbus Day and there was no school or mail, his parents wouldn’t be home. They worked retail.

I should say I had a good reason: that I knew it wasn’t okay, that I didn’t want to be knocked up like Roger’s brother’s girl, that I thought virginity was worth preserving. Really, I was bored. Roger and I had spent most of that year edging towards sex, and I was sure we’d get there someday. So that Monday, when he thumbed the zipper of my jeans, I reached for the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand instead. “Wanna teach me?”

The next day, Daddy gave Mama to the state and sent us to live with Aunt Jean “until things got straightened out.” At Christmas, we came back to see Mama in the hospital, where she sat with a black man who never spoke, just painted pictures of Jesus on broken cafeteria trays. I went by Roger’s, but his parents were home. When he kissed me, he didn’t put his hand up my shirt. The refrigerator held pictures of the Homecoming Dance, his arm around a girl from my old homeroom. She had big bangs, blue shoes.

I’ve had nineteen years and three cars since then. I can’t tell you how many men. But every time I tell a cashier “Add a pack of Camels, please,” I remember that Columbus Day, and the day much later when the state sent us Mama’s effects. She’d scrawled her will on a paper napkin, left me her cast iron skillet, warned me never to soak it in water. “Just wipe it clean with a cloth,” she wrote. “The flavors will sink right in.”

Website of the Week: The Practicing Writer

Erika Dreifus's website The Practicing Writer is loaded with tools for any writer to pick through. Offering all sorts of information about the writing world, this website provides not only its own resources, but endless links to blogs, directories, a free newsletter, Erika's instructional and creative works, news & events, writing programs, writing grants, jobs, publications, and more. Take advantage of what this website has to offer, and lessen that stressed "What do I do now?!" mindset.

Start with Dreifus's "Practicing Writer" blog. Or her "My Machberet" blog for the Jewish-ly inclined. Or perhaps this treasure trove of writing, on writing, by writers, for writers here.

If you're just having a hard time finding a place to start, try these resources. Being a practicing writer means getting practice, which Dreifus seems quite dedicated to helping you do. Take these tools, and run with 'em.

The Southern Review Resident Scholar

The Southern Review announces an opening for a Postdoctoral Researcher (The Southern Review Resident Scholar). This is a two-year, non-renewable twelve-month appointment and carries a salary of $32,000 and benefits (pending final administrative approval). Preferred start date is August 1, 2009. Founded in 1935 by Robert Penn Warren and Cleanth Brooks, The Southern Review is published four times a year on the campus of Louisiana State University. For more information, please check The Southern Review website at http://www.lsu.edu/tsr/.

Required Qualifications:
M.F.A., Ph.D. or equivalent; one year editorial experience on the staff of an established literary journal; ability to demonstrate the following: editorial expertise with fiction, nonfiction, and poetry; a broad knowledge of literature, especially contemporary; basic computer skills; a solid understanding of the publishing, especially small presses and literary magazines. Responsibilities: commits 20 hours per week to editorial duties at The Southern Review; teaches one class per regular semester in the English Department (courses assigned by departmental need and/or Fellow’s expertise).

An offer of employment is contingent on a satisfactory pre-employment background check. Application deadline is December 1, 2008 or until a candidate is selected. Applications should include a letter of application, CV (including e-mail address), one-page statement of editorial philosophy, a creative writing sample (5000 words of fiction or creative nonfiction or 10 pages of poetry), and three letters of recommendation, at least one of which should address the candidate’s abilities as a teacher. Applications should be sent to the following address:
The Southern Review Resident Scholar Search Committee/The Old President’s House/Louisiana State University/Ref: #029816/Baton Rouge, LA 70803. LSU IS AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY/EQUAL ACCESS EMPLOYER.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

A Cup of Ambition: The Copy Editor

We've all heard it before, at dinner parties, from relatives, from our therapists: "Oh, you write. Does that mean you'll be a teacher?" Fine, fine. We can't make enough money to "eat" or "live" from our poetry. Every MFA graduate knows the horrible feeling that settles into her stomach as graduation approaches. You finished a whole book!, you keep telling people. And still, no prospective employers come a-calling. Here at HFR, we know how you feel. We thought it might be interesting to take a closer look at some jobs we writers and lovers of books might enjoy. Or do enjoy. Or have tried, and regret. This regular post, A Cup of Ambition, will talk to those in-the-know about what the working world is really like.

Meet our seventh guest...
Jocelyn Humelsine, Copy Editor, American Meteorological Society, Boston, MA.
I copy edit, proofread, and reference scientific journals, society bulletins, and book titles.

How did you come to be a copy editor?
I have the classic lament that I didn’t think I could make writing a career, and since I was really “a writer,” I would just have to do something else to earn an income. I was going to go into copywriting (advertising) and apparently the universe and I confused it with copyediting. I started out at a third-party publisher after college, then spent the next 11 years freelancing mainly for textbooks and magazines, and any other media opportunities that arose. In a nutshell, I fell into it and was lucky enough to have several fantastic mentors at the very beginning and along the way. From that first job, I was fortunate to remain networked to my coworkers, who hired me on freelance as they also moved on to their respective publishing jobs. And so it went.

The Good Stuff
Aside from my coworkers, who are all creative and kind and smart, I love making words make sense. I adore the play of fitting words almost mathematically into style “equations” but having the option to maneuver within that space. Ode to Chicago Manual. I also love the process of development, copy editing, proofreading, being able to see from whence it came. AMS, in particular, is a nonprofit who really contributes and is dedicated to the betterment of the science community. It makes you feel a part of a much much bigger picture. The nature of editing requires an inordinate amount of research and fact-checking. You’re constantly learning new things and being required to look into subjects you might otherwise never have thought to look into, i.e., I know a lot more about hurricanes, cyclones, and the climate than I ever would have researched on my own.

The Bad Stuff

It’s a love/hate relationship of sorts, in that as much as I love to edit, I spend too much time editing others’ work and not enough time writing my own work; the unfortunate combination of procrastination and needing to take on a lot of freelance work to supplement the infamous income of the publishing industry doesn’t help, I suppose. Also, all the detailed knowledge in your head can become obsessive—on the hourlong-plus bus rides to and from the city, I can’t help but read road signs with chagrin, not to mention the city rags that are completely irreverent of any type of rules, just structured unto themselves. Doesn’t the Chateau restaurant know it takes an accent on the a? That gas sign takes an Em dash, not a hyphen! By the time you get off the bus, it’s been self-decided that you are the biggest nerd on the planet.

Surprise Me

Not one copy editor is a scientist (not to worry, there are technical editors who read it after us for science/math content). That said, I was surprised at the amount of new lingo and information you can pick up, enough to truly do a thorough copyedit. It is satisfying after having read an article to have grasped all the experiments and concepts. Also, the science community uses a massive amount of acronyms (all of which need expanding on first use). Interoffice e-mails no doubt contain a like massive amount of acronyms.

Spin a Yarn
The production and editorial departments of AMS work in the last remaining carriage house (CH) on Beacon Hill, which was built in 1806 by Charles Bulfinch as the home for the third mayor of Boston, Harrison Gray Otis. The public is welcome for a private tour, and at least once a week, we get history junkies combing our digs. We can all pretty much recite the explanatory speech verbatim. My coworker cracked me up when she said she’s never sure if she should acknowledge their presence, or be in character like Plimoth Plantation, keep churning the butter. Are we inhaling 19th-century brick dust, and is the window above my desk crooked because the Masons were drunk? Alas, we work where the horses were kept, indeed.

Who makes a good copy editor?
It’s very intensive work, the combination of copy editing and the science content, and the minute you’re finished with one article, there’s 100 more in the queue waiting for you. You need to be a little whacky, with that odd sense of humor where names or misread combinations of sentences crack you up. Also important is a superb memory and patience to keep track, for instance, if you hyphenated that word on page 1, you have to do the same on page 30. The same is true if you’re working on simultaneous projects with different style guides: copyeditor or copy editor; E-mail or e-mail; data are or data is; spell-out under 10 or under 100? I always say in my cover letters, “I am passionate about the written word,” however cliché, I think you need that drive.

How do I become you?
Be willing to accept all types of editing work within all types of media, especially at first, to learn the innuendos and rules and exceptions. Then be willing later in your career to bend all those rules to fit whichever publication/media you work for. Also vital is a strong sense of the publishing process, this will help in knowing where exactly your type of editing fits in.

Thoughts on this job for writers...
The upshot for writers is that you get to really dig into, become one with words and to see how others use them. You’re given the chance to read things that you may never have picked up (i.e, at AMS, I work mostly on the Journal of Physical Oceanography, and for freelance, I’ve read over thirty-five college textbooks). The downside is, as said earlier, it’s easy to keep doing editing work to avoid doing writing work. And it’s a little more difficult to write “shitty first drafts.” The Editor in you is squirming, while the Writer screams obscenities at her. The act of researching, as mentioned above, is a fantastic skill for writers; it translates well into magazine or newspaper writing, where you need to conduct research/interviews for any number of assigned topics.

Jocelyn Humelsine is a FT copy editor, PT freelance editor, and FT mom. Her latest copy edited books for 2008 include The Forgiving Air (AMS) and The Well-Crafted Sentence (Bedford/St. Martin’s Press). She is also on a Paulo Coelho binge.

The First-Runner-Up of the Columbus Day Contest

Second place goes to Jess Burnquist of Gilbert, AZ. We're nearing the finishing line! Stay tuned for the first place winner, announced tomorrow.

It all started with the worst batch of Columbus Day peach preserve you can imagine and the first cigarette I ever tasted, though regrettably not the last. Of course, I couldn’t pull off the movie-mystique-smoking-thing like Aunt Laney or my best friend, Tanya, but she sure as shit couldn’t cook. I happen to know that men like sex and food about equally. I have that on authority from Aunt Laney and being that she’s left three husbands because they’ve ‘gone fat’ on her makes me know this to be true. My looks aren’t head turning, and I suppose that’s okay because it means I’m not ugly enough for a second glance either. “You just need to accessorize. Find your style, Missy,” that’s Tanya’s advice and it runs round my mind like an annoying commercial.
Now, Tanya, she’s been blessed with beauty and cosmetic know-how. These gifts just sort of blossomed in her around the time we turned fourteen. She began looking back at the boys around then too leaving me jealous and bored. Aunt Laney was visiting then, waiting for her divorce to be final and she persuaded me to spend more time in the kitchen than in front of a mirror. “Wouldn’t you rather watch water boil, Missy, than wait for your chest to grow a pair?” She knew how to make points my body couldn’t.

It was her idea to make Columbus Day a family picnic. Of course we knew Daddy was right when he grumbled that the only reason we were going into town was to oblige his baby sister’s desire to take a closer look-see at Dwight Sumner, of Sumner Resale. We spent all Sunday cooking picnic fare. I was most proud of my potato salad because it was a far cry from my mama’s mayonnaise-happy mush. Mama tried to hide her disappointment when no one complimented her peach preserves, but my god! They were salty and thick like paste. My dinner rolls were something though. Aunt Laney taught me how to baste the crusts with a bit of egg white, butter, and sugar right before they were finished baking.

I was enjoying watching Aunt Laney turn on the charm with Dwight. The way he kept wiping at his forehead with his red kerchief made me think of old movies. Aunt Laney’s nails fluttered with every flick of her cigarette. I suppose I don’t really know what caused me to want to be a woman right then and there; or why I figured a cigarette would grant that wish. Maybe it was the way Tanya strutted over with Chad Green, their hands locked and legs matching in length and stride. In any case, I fished through Aunt Laney’s purse, grabbed one of her shiny plastic lighters and hid behind the trunk of the old Elm at the end of the riverbank where the rapids begin. At first, I just held the cigarette, bringing it to my lips, fake inhaling, and tossing my head back as though laughing at something funny a boy who didn’t exist said. Then I lit it, filling my cheeks with smoke, not knowing how to really drag on it.

“Do you feel grown up now, Missy?” Mama was looking at me with a sad curiosity. “You put that out, girl. It’s against your nature.” And I can still hear that river rushing onward with each exhale I make.