What Would Twitter Do?

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Welcome to the third installment of What Would Twitter Do? in which ten of my favorite people on Twitter talk about what they do on Twitter and why—their Twitter philosophies, their do’s and don’ts, and what they make of the medium in general. Today I speak with Teju Cole (@tejucole), author of the books Open City and Every Day is for the Thief. He is one of the most consistently interesting literary figures on Twitter—his tweets are often political (ex: Q: How many Nigerians does it take to change a lightbulb? A: The use of lightbulbs is the opposition’s attempt to embarrass Pres Jonathan) (ex 2: Always thinking about this: abolitionism and women’s suffrage were acts of imagination in a world that considered those goals unimaginable.); he tweets incredible photos from his travels (most recently in Jerusalem); one of his signatures is a short “newsy” narrative reminiscent of the stories in Thomas Bernhard’s The Voice Imitator.

The first time I met him was at a Book Expo event in 2011, where he was doing a talk on how to use social media—Twitter in particular— at a time when publishers were still trying to understand how the medium might work for authors.

The following interview was conducted using Twitter direct messaging, of course.

– Sheila Heti

SHEILA HETI: I wonder if you have any general thoughts about what makes good tweets, or bad tweets, or what you would consider a bad twitter attitude or a good twitter strategy—not only in terms of what you do, but in terms of what you read.

TEJU COLE: In line at the passport office. Madness. [a few minutes later] Lemme send a few thoughts. Twitter is an interesting (and I think genuinely new) form of communication that also happens to be a corporation. This tension is interesting because you’re trying to “do language” in a way that satisfies your priorities (ambitious or not) and that has some overlap with Twitter’s interest in building a profitable company that is also considered “cool.” So you’re using them and they’re using you. I’m interested in the people who best negotiate this tension. Lots of examples of “creative” users, of course, and “artistic” users. But I’m especially interested at the moment in the people who (unlike me) are not “creative” on Twitter in terms of using it for projects. These are people who are simply doing language in a (seemingly) unpremeditated or at least unsystematic way, but who have such quality of mind (and access to words) that there is a real pleasure in reading their tweets.

Is Twitter a stream of consciousness? I think so. I think it satisfies that term, even though I often think there’s too much stream and not enough consciousness. But if we bring Twitter back to the basics of the overheard, then the people I love to overhear are Kathryn Schulz (@kathrynschuz), Elisa Gabbert (@egabbert), Alexis Madrigal (@alexismadrigal), Elizabeth Angell (@kitabet)—all people who happen to have a serious interest in both the sciences and the arts. And then there are artists like Simon Levy (@cyartes) and Saudamini Deo (@saudaminid). I like this daily cloud of persons and selves who are seeing the world and thinking about it, for whom there is a lot more to think about and talk about than whatever the news or controversy of the day is. There are dozens of such people I follow. It’s a kind of 18th century cafe, where your mind is sharpened by interaction with other minds. And that—in addition to all the great comedians and “creative” tweeters and aphorists—makes it easier to deal with the endless supply of morons that also take up residence on Twitter. 

Week 1: Kimmy Walters

Week 2: Kate Zambreno

Week 4: Mira Gonzales

Week 5: Tao Lin

Week 6: Christian Lorentzen

Week 7: Patricia Lockwood

Week 8: Crylenol/Sadvil

Week 9: Various

Week 9 ½: Melville House

Week 9 ¾: Roxane Gay

Week 10: Kenneth Goldsmith

What Would Twitter Do?

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In the second week of this series, ten of my favorite people on Twitter talk about what they do on Twitter and why—their Twitter philosophies, their do’s and don’ts, and what they make of the medium in general. This week features the writer Kate Zambreno, whose Twitter feed was one of the most fascinating while it still existed (in December she killed it). In the wake of her third and most controversial book, Heroines—about “the mad wives of modernism"—Zambreno’s feed seemed to be a place where a heated conversation between writers and feminists was always on the verge of breaking out into some greater meaning. Before Twitter, she ran a popular blog (which she has also shut down) called Frances Farmers Is My Sister. Next week sees the republication of her second novel, Green Girl (Harper Perennial) as well as the ebook release of Heroines.

Sheila Heti

SHEILA HETI: I know you’re no longer on Twitter but I’m working on a series about what might be good strategies for being on it; what makes a good tweet, what are good attitudes to display and bad ones, boring ones, off-putting ones… You were so interesting on Twitter and I wondered if you wanted to send me a list of some observations of what works in that medium and what doesn’t, or what you did that you personally feel was successful or not.

KATE ZAMBRENO: I kind of played against what was "good” or “successful” and ultimately quit Twitter because I found myself repulsive, caring and craving so much for witness and recognition, and warring against myself whether to promote myself on Twitter or retweet praise or write about the process of writing, which felt at times like a sort of promotion, a real-time behind-the-scenes I’m Writing! Read my Next Book Entitled Suicide is Amazing in 2016!—even though I like writing about process, and I like reading about writer’s processes. I like reading when the writer Katherine Angel (@KayEngels), my British pen pal, tweets about writing, and tweets other writers on writing, but I think that’s because she’s doing it out of an intellectual curiosity and obsession, not to promote herself. Basically, whenever I think I’m doing something that would be good for publicity, I wind up bailing on it. Maybe I have issues with success. I find failure more interesting. I also think in general the writers who use Twitter to promote themselves or their projects, instead of writing about ideas or writing about reading or posting weird jokes or having a conceptual project, were the ones I found really boring, like being at a publishing party, and it made me cynical about being on Twitter myself.

Some of the writer twitter accounts I find really brilliant or clever or interesting seem to have less followers or don’t have crazy-high numbers—I don’t know why this is. I feel my partner, John Vincler’s (@deviantforms) is brilliant—my friend Laura Fisher’s (@termitetree) is brilliant, so is Sofia Samatar’s (@SofiaSamatar), and Anne Boyer’s (@anne_boyer). Their accounts are full of ideas and agitating against the culture, while also being smart and tender and playful, and most important, honest. I still sometimes go on and read theirs and others. Then some writers have tens of thousands of followers and it’s more of a popularity contest or a cult of personality, and there are writers who are talented at this—talented at the witty retort, the cute punditry or the stand-up comedy of pop culture—but I find it less arresting. I don’t know.

I always loved Elisa Gabbert’s (@egabbert) account. I think both her and Teju Cole (@tejucole) have really elevated tweeting to an art form, and I see the inspiration for her language-obsessed, philosophical quandaries online in her aphoristic collection, The Self Unstable. I like some of the confessional twitter accounts, those performances that play with taboo and ephemeral, real-time nervous breakdowns. I also like writer twitters that are bizarre and gorgeous with sometimes transgressive jokes and sentences and insights and aphorisms, like Blake Butler’s feed (@blakebutler) and Melissa Broder’s (@melissabroder). But in general I think writers have to be already a Name to get a lot of followers, or have enough cultural capital to be ranty or philosophical or bizarre. There’s more of a sense of excluding these names I’ve mentioned—people who have elevated Twitter to something urgent and specific—and that you are supposed to be generally upbeat, apolitical, and perform your brand. Maybe that’s really cynical. For me the most interesting twitters surprise me and are somehow authentic while Not Giving a Fuck, but I wonder whether that’s performing a sort of authenticity that is still about promotion and persona. See, I’m so cynical now! I direct it at myself. 

I certainly never had a lot of Twitter followers, and I think noticing who was following me or unfollowing me based on something I wrote depressed me in small yet critical ways, or made me think of writing something to appeal to more readers—which I found poisonous as a writer—all that sort of currency, or thinking of being a writer as publishing, or as being an author, or as having cultural capital, instead of as reading and writing. Also feeling a fixed identity—a box—and I felt like I was not able to change or refine ideas or be in the process of becoming. That’s why I quit the online world, for now. Also, the culture of reacting so strongly to everything on Twitter. I love and seriously appreciate a brilliant rant on Twitter—I’m thinking of Eileen Myles (@EileenMyles) live-tweeting watching Blue is the Warmest Color, that was genius. But I didn’t want to be constantly reacting to things online, the perennial outrage and punditry of the day’s news. I wanted to digest things more, to go back to notebooking more often. Plus, I tended to react to what was happening to me online—to reviews or things written about me or my personal life—and I also responded to people who were provoking me, and I felt that wasn’t healthy for me, to react so strongly in public, to be so agitated.

After the last book came out, I needed to calibrate things offline, and go back to having a private life, to mourn or complain or read privately for a while. Writer friends or online friends or people who like reading me will still often write me and say they miss my online presence—which is nice, but also a strange feeling, like you don’t exist if you’re not on social media, or that your online presence is what they read of you. There’s this pressure to be continually writing on the Internet in order to stay a writer. But I kind of like the feeling of being invisible, of not existing for a while. I think I’ve been interested lately in a poetics of anonymity, a performance of invisibility. Maybe that’s why I like twitter accounts that immolate themselves and are performative/ephemeral. Like I think Kafka would have been really brilliant at twitter, but he would have had 40 followers and would have been disgusted with himself and quit it often.

I think my personal high point was when I live-tweeted reading 50 Shades of Grey—but I think that was the first week I started twitter, about two years ago. I should have stopped then. But I still miss twitter. I think it can be great for writing experiments and even communities, but maybe not always great personally for the writer. But I had fun there. I had some really stimulating exchanges there. But I am reading The Magic Mountain now, and it’s immense and glacial and discursive and exquisite. I like residing in that space.

Week 1: Kimmy Walters

Week 3: Teju Cole

Week 4: Mira Gonzales

Week 5: Tao Lin

Week 6: Christian Lorentzen

Week 7: Patricia Lockwood

Week 8: Crylenol/Sadvil

Week 9: Various

Week 9 ½: Melville House

Week 9 ¾: Roxane Gay

Week 10: Kenneth Goldsmith

What Would Twitter Do?

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In this new ten-part series, ten of my favorite people on Twitter talk about what they do on Twitter and why—their Twitter philosophies, their do’s and don’ts, and what they make of the medium in general. First up: kimmy @arealliveghost whose Twitter feed is unique and moving and poetic and wonderful. One of her most popular tweets (and one of my favorites) is: your body is a ghost factory that takes one lifetime to produce a ghost. Kimmy Walters lives and writes in St. Louis. Her poetry can be found in FRiGG, Plain Wrap’s Quarter, The Chariton Review, and other publications. 

Sheila Heti

SHEILA HETI: When you are on Twitter, who do you imagine your audience is? What kind of relationship would you like to have with this audience?

KIMMY WALTERS: I try not to think about my audience too much. If I do, I get nervous. I don’t know who they are and I mostly have no idea how they’re reacting to me.

SH: What do you think about before you tweet? How do tweets come to you? Do you just think about them or do they appear sort of spontaneously? Which do you reject?

KW: I trained my brain to work in a certain way long before I ever used twitter. Like many of my friends, I am prone to sadness, which always feels like a dark thread running directly down the center of my body. Making myself laugh is a way to hula hoop around that sadness. My brain helps out by spontaneously producing thoughts that are funny to me. I have been laughing to myself pretty frequently for as long as I can remember. It didn’t occur to me before I started using twitter that other people might also enjoy my thoughts.

SH: What makes someone good on twitter? Which are some of your favorite accounts and what do you think they’re doing?

KW: Not everyone knows how to be brief and still convey everything necessary. It’s actually a very rare skill. Some of my favorite tweeters write tweets that are like perfect little globes. A few people that come to mind as being extremely skillful are Demi Adejuyigbe (@electrolemon) and Patricia Lockwood (@TriciaLockwood). I like when I can tell that a person is having fun with their account. Bryan Lee O’Malley’s (@radiomaru) tweets are also some of my favorites. I imagine him as a huge god sticking his hand directly into language and just sort of ruffling it up a bit.

SH: What are the most boring or bad things people do on twitter, that makes you roll your eyes?

KW: I don’t love it when people explain my own tweets to me. People also used to tell me I was funny “for a girl.” This type of dude will always have the strangest facial expression in his avatar. It’s like his eyes aren’t even aware that they belong to a mammal. I recommend blocking him immediately.

SH: Do you think it’s an art form? Do you use it that way? 

KW: It can be if you want it to. Sometimes I use it that way; other times I’m just messing around.

SH: To what degree do you think of it as a tool for self-promotion? How about a tool for making friends? Building community? What is its purpose, in your mind?

KW: Twitter has been great for making friends and building community. It’s weird and surprising and cool and frustrating to discover people so similar to you living all across the globe. I have probably seventy soulmates and most of them live between 1,000 and 10,000 miles away from me.

It’s been effective for self-promotion, but that mostly happened by accident. I did not start using twitter expecting to accumulate any significant amount of followers. It’s been weird.

SH: What is its relation to poetry, to the joke, to the story—for you?

KW: I didn’t write a whole lot of poetry before I used twitter. People started telling me that what I was tweeting was poetry, and my initial reaction was “fuck you.” Then I found out that poetry is not all written by rude men who want to crush me under a glass of whiskey. I’m learning poetry now, and tweets are often starting points for poems.

There are a lot of people who are so innovative on twitter. That’s why it’s so puzzling to me when someone like Jonathan Franzen is like, “twitter is murdering literature with a gun!” Twitter is seen as a millenial thing. Naturally, older people assume we only use it to send thousands of disrespectful selfies to God, or whatever the stereotype is nowadays. There are limitations with twitter – even people who have never used twitter seem well aware that you only get 140 characters per tweet. Lots of poetic forms also have limitations, but you’ll notice that fewer people are claiming that the sonnet is murdering literature with a gun. Hmmmm. Hmm.

SH: Do you have any simple do’s and don’ts?

KW: Unless you’re being a bigot or harassing someone or otherwise being a jerk, I’m not sure there’s a wrong way to use twitter. Blowing your nose and doing calculus and drawing a portrait of your ex-girlfriend are all valid ways to use paper. Twitter is just another tool. Do what you need to with it.

People who don’t understand it always ask, “what, so it’s just people talking about what they had for lunch?” And yes, it’s okay, you can tweet about what you had for lunch. I love lunch very much.

Week 2: Kate Zambreno

Week 3: Teju Cole

Week 4: Mira Gonzales

Week 5: Tao Lin

Week 6: Christian Lorentzen

Week 7: Patricia Lockwood

Week 8: Crylenol/Sadvil

Week 9: Various

Week 9 ½: Melville House

Week 9 ¾: Roxane Gay

Week 10: Kenneth Goldsmith

Interview with Writer Tamar Adler

“We have this whole idea that to be anti-materialist is somehow to be reverent, and to be materialist is to be fallen. Meanwhile, if we were just genuinely materialist, that would make us reverent. I guess that’s why I like cooking. That is reverence, as far as I can tell. So is how you treat people; it’s all the same stuff.” —T.A.

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I am a tremendous fan of the writing of Tamar Adler—in particular, her 2011 book, An Everlasting Meal: Cooking with Economy and Grace, which speaks about eating and cooking in a way I have never encountered before—as if she is only writing about food as a way of speaking about other things: how to live, our relationship to each other, to what might be called God—to the very most important things about life and living. Her prose is exquisite and her tone is humorous, helpful and calm. She has cooked at Chez Panisse, among other restaurants, and counts among her supporters Michael Pollan, Michael Ruhlman and Alice Waters, who wrote the introduction to her book. I met with her near her home in Brooklyn at a little restaurant she chose, where we recorded this interview amidst the steadily increasing chatter around us in the early evening in fall. —Sheila Heti

I. I JUST WROTE A BOOK AND I WANT TO WRITE ANOTHER BOOK

THE BELIEVER: I wonder what your experience of time is.

TAMAR ADLER: Not space?

BLVR: No. [laughs] I’m not interested in that. But time—it seems like the way you explain to people what to do with food—it necessitates so much patience. And when you’re doing these things so lovingly to the food and paying so much attention to your ingredients, I wonder if readers don’t think, as I did, “I don’t have the time to do that.”

TA: I’ve noticed that I’m really deliberate. I like to be deliberate about things, and if I don’t do things in that way… I think this is something about myself, but if I’m not deliberate, things can go badly, and then you have to spend more time in the long run. Do you know the Long Now society? I think I take more of a long now perspective.

BLVR: I know them, yes, they’re fascinating. So what kind of book did you think you wanted to write when you set out?

TA: You know how literature is transformative, but instructions and recipes aren’t? I had this idea of something that could—it would not be a device to convey a message. I didn’t feel like I had a message, exactly. But I felt like I had a way of thinking about specific things that I wanted to tell people, but that in order for these ways of thinking to exist, they had to be attached to a certain thing—so it was food. I think I just wanted to write something transformative.

BLVR: That’s exactly what you did. For me, I feel like not only am I cooking differently, but I’m thinking about how to do everything differently. Your book is so exciting to me. I do think it works like literature. And I agree that instructions don’t change anything. Self-help is interesting, but it’s generally not well-written, but it’s also instructional, but it doesn’t have that thing that literature has, where it changes you. Your book is the perfect synthesis of literature and self-help. I really think it’s a profound book. And I think it’s a new genre, which I want there to be more of. Like, I want people to imitate your book, because I feel like—not only in terms of food, but in every area of my life—I’m affected by your idea of the endless meal, the idea that there are not separate meals but there is one long meal throughout your whole life. That seems so Platonic and beautiful and… I always feeling like I’m starting over every day, so I love this idea of the continuity of everything through one’s life.

TA: Yeah. I guess the main thing I was thinking was—I was just reading The Road to Wigan Pier, which Orwell wrote at thirty-three, which is amazing, it’s so exquisite. And Let Us Now Praise Famous Men—I was thinking about both these books in terms of the genesis of the projects and the literary weight of them relative to the assignments. Because in both instances, the writer was assigned to do something, and it was definitely documentary. And they wrote some of the most beautiful prose, not because they were trying to make anything amazing, but because Agee and Orwell write in beautiful prose which is inseparable from their observations as writers. There’s no way that anybody who had one of those assignments now would write anything like those two did, never mind people who are trying to write non-fiction books. I was at a dinner at my mom’s house two or three weeks ago, and one of her friends asked me if I was ever going to write a book. And I was like, “Well I just wrote a book. And I want to write another book.” And she said, “No, a real book.” And she meant a novel. Which I didn’t get for a while. I think people don’t think we’re writers. This is all a way of saying that we’re just not really doing the language thing very well right now.

BLVR: Who? Our society is not making writers?

TA: We, the people who are self-identifying as writers. But Agee and Orwell were doing documentary work for, you know, the government. What I mean is they wrote beautifully because writing was good and people were expecting texts to be integrative. I think now we treat books like mechanisms for conveying a message, which is one of the worst things that could possibly be happening to letters right now. Books are not there to convey a message. If you want to convey a message, I think you should just go talk to somebody.

BLVR: To me that’s not the problem with what books are doing. I don’t think people are trying to convey a message. I think people are just showing off. Writers are trying to show their skill. They’re trying to show off—“I’m a great writer”—and they’re not trying enough to communicate.

TA: I guess genre is important, because my genre is food writing. A lot of people who are writing books about food are just trying to get a message across. So in that sense a book is a calling card, because they have a message and that’s one way of conveying it. I don’t feel like that. I don’t think I have some message that I want to convey in as many ways as I can. I literally just wanted to write this book. Do you know what I mean? I guess what I’m comparing is the idea of having a message with just having a great project—like, a report on the state of sharecroppers, a report on the unemployed in England. Even in those situations, those writers wrote utterly beautifully. Now I feel we have the opposite. I’m not talking about pyrotechnics-gymnastics prose. Even friends of mine who are writing important things to be written down—the whole idea that you don’t—that you’re not trying to write things beautifully! You know, I wasn’t trying to do anything, I just couldn’t write my book any other way. And I’ve had people write to me, “Oh, if I had your grasp of language…” I’m like, “What do you mean?”

BLVR: So that came very naturally to you, your sentences? You didn’t struggle for a voice? When you started writing, that was your voice?

TA: Yeah! I mean—

BLVR: No, here’s the question. Do you feel like you had an assignment? If you weren’t trying to convey a message—and you’re saying these guys had an assignment—what was your assignment to yourself?

TA: No, I don’t think that I had one. What I mean is that they had an almost opposite situation. The assignments they were given—now would have become a blog post.

 

II. BAD JUICE CONCENTRATE

BLVR: What did you understand your project to be when you started out?

TA: I wanted to write something like How to Cook a Wolf. Itcouldn’t really be like it, but I wanted to write a book that could do that.

BLVR: Do what?

TA: I think for me, that book actually made true what she was saying what could be true. What she said was we can live more gracefully and elegantly and in a more human way if we can—not just cook with ease, but eat well. If we can eat with gusto and a sense of entitlement to pleasure, we’ll be happier. And that was mostly about—I mean, it was about cooking, but mostly it was about eating. A lot of it was about eating. I felt like if I could do that for people now, who have a different set of problems… I mean, pleasure isn’t our problem exactly right now.

BLVR: So what are the problems that you see in people today? That you wanted to correct? I mean, that’s a crazy thing to want to rewrite a book! That is so fascinating to me. I want to tell you one quote. Do you know Raymond Radiguet?

TA: No.

BLVR: He was Jean Cocteau’s prodige and young lover. He died when he was twenty-one and he wrote two brilliant books, and Cocteau was kind of fascinated with Radiguet, cause Radiguet’s heroes, the writers he’d grown up with, were Cocteau and Cocteau’s friends. And Cocteau was like “Us? But we’re the vanguard!” It was crazy to him that they were the classics for this boy. But the idea Radiguet had was that the way you make a great work of art is by imitating it, and in your failure to imitate, that is where the beauty in your work lies, and that is where genius lies. It’s not in the success, but in the failure. I can see that in your book. You have one book as a model, which is the master. But why did you feel the need to rewrite—I mean, rewrite is the wrong word—but adapt that book, or do to that book what you did?

TA: I mean, that book is so good! And it is a really similar thing to Radiguet. How To Cook a Wolf feels like a novelty right now, I think.

BLVR: In what way?

TA: Cause we’re not trying—we’re not going to save all our canned vegetable juices in a gin bottle in our freezer. If we did, I don’t think it would help us. A lot of the stuff in her book now would seem like the over-economizing that was a part of what I wanted to stop. When I started writing—in 2009, 2010— there was this economize like crazy thing. But it wasn’t saying “save stuff.” It was saying “shop at Costco and drink bad juice concentrate.” It totally took pleasure out of the equation. I feel like some of her advice might sound like that today.

BLVR: It would sound like “shop at Costco”?

TA: It would sound to people today like “take pleasure out of the equation.” I think there are things in her book that didn’t sound bad then, that would sound sort of too bad now.

 

III. WE’RE SO SILLY ABOUT SO MANY THINGS

BLVR: I think men do this for other men all the time: men, like Andre Breton or William Burroughs, they’ll write, and then they’ll have all these young men trying to write like them. And I’ve never heard—maybe this is not right—but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a young woman admiring another woman’s book and being like, “I’m going to do that.” I feel like women always want to do something that’s theirs, whereas men are quite happy to be like, “That’s the alpha dog and I’ll imitate them.”

TA: That kind of makes sense to me. Also, I’m completely comfortable and happy saying, “All I wanted to do was write something like How To Cook a Wolf.” But—I don’t know if this is true in the male idolizing—I have no interest in ever talking about MFK Fisher. People want to talk to me about her sometimes and I don’t know what to say. She was an amazing writer. There are all these people who adore her and sort of fetishize something about her that I don’t. Maybe that just reflects discomfort in the fact that I… you know… I read this book of hers and wanted to do something like it. Maybe even at some point when I was writing my book, I realised I couldn’t write like MFK Fisher, and that stopped being the project.

BLVR: Was her book actually as much about how to live as yours is?

TA: I don’t know how much of my book is about how to live.

BLVR: Why did you make a choice not to write about your life in your book? You don’t talk about your relationships, you don’t talk about your family, you don’t talk about what you do at night, it’s very very focussed on the kitchen. Why?

TA: It’s not about me! I mean, the book’s not about me. So… I didn’t see any reason.

BLVR: You wrote somewhere that—I think it was on your blog on your website—that you never let yourself want to be a writer.

TA: Did you?

BLVR: Yeah, it’s all I wanted.

TA: Really?

BLVR: Yeah, it’s the only thing I ever wanted. [laughs]

TA: Oh! That’s so functional! I think we’re so silly about so many things. I think we’re utterly—I mean, we’ve really lost the plot when it comes to what we have, what we need, where we’re starting from, what’s around us. I just think we’re really silly. It’s true that I never wanted to be anything in particular. I think part of that did come from being a really sensitive kid, and hating when people asked me questions, because I always feel like I can’t answer any questions. I think I’m just a very sensitive person in some ways. So I felt like whatever I was thinking was being squashed when I was asked about it. Don’t you think we’re silly?

BLVR: Yeah, but I have no way of correcting that. I feel like I have the opposite problem from you. I mean, my problem is that I’m so like a sponge that I absorb all the silliness. I’m very susceptible to everything around me. So that’s why your book was like this new thing in the world, saying, “This is a better, more sensible way; this is more wholesome.” That’s the word in my head: wholesome. You know?

TA: Yeah, I do. I always give people this advice when people ask me how to do things—and it’s not like I’m in a position to advise people on how to do anything. But I feel like we try to make these big decisions, and really we only have to make small decisions, in all moments. I don’t understand the big decision thing. What are you deciding? In fact, you can’t make the big decisions. You do not have the power to. And so it’s hilarious. I really hope that satellite out there orbits one degree to the left! Well, great, you know? There is a chance that your desire for that, depending on the course of your night, could possibly have an effect on that—but it’s unlikely. Maybe that’s where sensitivity and the Long Now match up, because I only make small decisions. But what that means is that I’m making actual decisions, not imaginary decisions. I think that probably what happens is we make a lot of imaginary decisions, and then because we’re distracted making those, we don’t make the small ones—the real ones. And we find ourselves, like, “Wait – I don’t understand how I got here!” It’s like, “Well, you didn’t make any decisions.”“But I did. I went to law school, and I picked a firm, and I decided to go to Geneva that summer,” and it’s like—but you didn’t choose what you were going to buy at the market, you didn’t chose what you were going to do the next day. So right, I never chose what I wanted to do in life because I didn’t know, and I was so angry when people asked me what I wanted to do. It was like, “Right now? I want to stop having this conversation.” But I never—

BLVR: But do you have goals for your life? Do you have goals or no? Because people who have goals for their life feel like they’ve got to make decisions towards those goals.

[a toddler who has been running around the restaurant falls and wails loudly; her mother picks her up and comforts her]

TA: I remember that feeling. Do you remember that feeling? Suddenly the world is so big around her and the room is deafening. And you’re closer to comfort than you are now. If that happens now, we brush it off. Then, it’s like, you’re so much closer to the things that make you comfortable. I’d like to go on writing. I’d like to have children.

BLVR: I want to make the right decision about kids. I want to make the right decision about that. That’s what I’m preoccupied with right now.

TA: But there probably isn’t one.

BLVR: I know, but then to be happy with whatever decision I make.

TA: Well, probably you don’t know yet. Okay, here’s a goal that I have. A goal for my entire life is to not get upset about not being able to make decisions that I don’t have the data for.

BLVR: Right. [long pause] Did you grow up with a religious context of any kind?

TA: Yeah, we were really religious Jews. We were very observant Conservative Jews.

BLVR: So you ate Kosher, you went to synagogue…

TA: My brother and I went to Jewish day school and our father was very intentionally religious, even beyond being observant. When I was a little kid he had a guru and he meditated every day. We understood—or at least I did—that it was a question of handling spirit and divinity in whatever form.

BLVR: There’s the Hassidic idea that whole world was God and spirit, and then everything shattered into matter, and all that God and spirit went into everything, and the human’s task is to reveal the God and spirit in everything—in their daily interactions with things and people. I feel like that’s the way that you treat food; like there is this kind of—it’s not just an onion, it’s an Onion. There’s something like onionness. And you respect the onionness or something. It reminds me of the Hassidic bringing out the qualities of things, you know?

TA: C.S. Lewis—I really like him on divinity a lot, even though he’s talking about Christian divinity—he says that God does not hate things. God made them. We have this whole idea that to be anti-materialist is somehow to be reverent, and to be materialist is to be fallen. Meanwhile, if we were just genuinely materialist, that would make us reverent. I guess that’s why I like cooking. That is reverence, as far as I can tell. So is how you treat people; it’s all the same stuff.

BLVR: Yeah. I feel like part of the problem is everyone—and I include myself—is looking at the next thing. There’s a feeling that if you’rejust standing looking at what’s in front of you, something’s going to pass you by and kick you off your path or whatever.

TA: I know. Isn’t that amazing?

BLVR: [laughs]

TA: It’s so interesting. I mean, like, who cares if you get kicked off your path, because when you get to the next place you’re just going to be looking at the next thing. I think we do an extraordinary job of amortizing happiness. We manage to somehow defray the benefits of anything we do. We never get it.

 

IV. THE OPPOSITE OF PERFECTION

BLVR: Here’s a very specific question. What’s your relationship to email?

TA: When I’m excited about something that I’m working on, which usually means somehow having had real terror instilled in me, then I answer it at night. And when I’m not terrified, then I answer it constantly. Didn’t I answer your email two seconds after I got it?

BLVR: Yeah. My experience of the people who are most successful, let’s say, is they always answer emails instantly. I think it’s a perception in people that if you answer emails instantly you seem like you’re not really important because if you were, you wouldn’t answer your email instantly. But everyone I know who’s—yeah, it’s the opposite.

TA: That’s really interesting. I’ve never thought about it like that before. I definitely have never analysed it, but maybe I’m unconsciously modeling this, because I haven’t been worried about answering emails immediately. You know, I have mentors, like we all do, and I’ve definitely observed that the mentors who I get the most from are also the ones who are probably the busiest, and they always email me immediately. Michael Pollan, who’s a food writer, always writes back immediately! He seems to always be available. And it’s not like he’s not working. I think he probably is a procrastinator, like me, which means that when he’s not actually under the pressure of a barrel against his head—

BLVR: I’ve noticed it too, it’s bizarre.

TA: For me, I don’t have any reason not to answer immediately, other than when I shut off my email when I’m writing and I’m in it, but when it’s not shut off—

BLVR: You’re there.

TA: Yeah.

BLVR: I wanted to ask you, what’s the opposite of perfectionism? Because there’s a real distance from any idea of perfect in your book. You’re interested in the ordinary and the painterly…

TA: I think it’s just what’s there.

BLVR: What do you mean?

TA: I feel like what’s there is on some level the opposite. I mean, I guess the whole idea of perfection would have you thinking that the opposite would be disaster. But it’s not a polar situation. There isn’t perfection and then something in opposition to that. I guess we’re all working in the service of perfection. But perfection is imagining things, so I guess what’s really there must be the opposite.

BLVR: What’s your relationship to a fantasy life?

TA: I think I had a several year period where I had an idealized version of things, and I was dating my ex-boyfriend, and I was unhappy. Not with him but with everything we had, because it wasn’t something else. But how am I supposed to know what anything’s supposed to be like? How can I possibly know that?

BLVR: I wasn’t going to ask this, but that question makes me wonder, do you believe in God? In the traditional sense?

TA: I guess I believe in divinity, but I don’t know what that means. I do have a sense that… I worked for the Quakers, who believed there’s the light of God in everybody, and that made a lot of sense—they don’t create a situation where there’s a monolithic God—and I’m comfortable with that idea because it doesn’t really matter whether there’s still any of God left. Maybe it’s just the ineffable. But there is something beyond words. I usually feel like it exists in nature.

BLVR: You don’t go to synagogue?

TA: No, I go to my family’s house for holidays. I don’t go to synagogue to find God. I go for a walk.

 

The I Ching

Periodically over the next year, we’ll be publishing some of the work Sheila Heti and Ted Mineo have done on an adaptation of the I Ching.

The way to read it is:  think of a problem in your life (especially an intractable issue, one you cannot solve) then look at the picture and read below… 

Hexagram #9: The Small 

Dense rainclouds fill the sky, but no rain falls. This is a time of potential being restrained. The best one can do when the rains threaten to fall but do not is to nurture the smallest things—whatever glitters in the soil, whatever expects rain but isn’t being watered. Big things cannot happen now. You have to attend to the smallest sprouts, though you may wish to climb to the tops of trees. One cannot force the rains to come. So spend your energies nurturing the things which still need help. 

Display only your best qualities at this time and hide from the world your worst. Refine your environment and settle debts. Familial loyalty is the most prized virtue; display it if you can. Be as gentle, agreeable and pliant as possible. You can only influence people subtly, through gentle penetration, or possibly not at all. You cannot win great victories for your side.

It is an emotionally unsatisfying time; full of stifled expectancy. Heaven’s possibilities can be felt all around you, but heaven cannot be inhabited. The sky remains dark with clouds. 

This time has been brought about by the smallest things, which have accumulated and are expressing themselves now. It is because of the small things you have nurtured—in your environment, in yourself, and others—that the clouds are full to bursting. Keep inside your heart your highest goals for yourself and the people around you, while remaining quite silent. Set aside your greatest hopes, gestures, and ambitions for the moment. Such contemplation will only compel you try and force things ahead of their time. To do that would only cause conflict, not real change. Yet keep those visions within sight of your heart.

Make everything smaller. Tend to children, small animals, or to those activities which are like the tending of the smallest sprouts, animals, children. Help other people. Spend your energy on productive refinement, not upheaval. 

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“75 at 75,” a special project from the 92nd Street Y in celebration of the Unterberg Poetry Center’s 75th anniversary, invites contemporary authors to listen to a recording from the Poetry Center’s archive and write a personal response. Here is Sheila Heti on a Truman Capote recording from 1963 and Jonathan Ames on an Arthur Miller recording from 1955. Both Heti and Ames will take part in The Best of McSweeney’s at 92Y this evening.

Sheila Heti on Truman Capote—April 7, 1963 

“Just a minute while I stop being vain,” Truman Capote says, and one can hear the click of his glasses unfolding as he puts them on. He has just introduced his story “Among the Paths to Eden”: “Tonight I want to read a story which I have actually never read aloud, and that’s rather a trick because ordinarily … There are certain stories that you can read aloud and certain that you can’t—some that are written for the eye and some that are for the ear. And I really don’t know about this story at all, but I’m going to try.

Of course, he would have known this story was fine for the ear; he was too serious a performer to make the blunder of reading a story that’s only “for the eye.” Still, one can discern a curiosity about his performance—we can hear him actually listening to himself as he reads. The story is funny and moving—about a woman trying to pick up a recently widowed man in a cemetery. Although the scenario is absurd, it’s also not. It feels like a time capsule—from an era when a woman so desperately had to find a husband or else she might as well live in some cemetery.

When he’s finished, he asks, “Would you like me to read a scene from Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” the way a famous singer might ask, “Do you want to hear that single that I know you’ve all come to hear?”—equally chuffed and resigned. The applause is not as enthusiastic as one might expect, and sensitive to this—Capote was likely sensitive to every room he was in—he offers, “Either that or a story.” But no one applauds at that line so we hear him turning the pages to finds the part.

This reading took place in April 1963, upon publication of The Selected Writings of Truman Capote. His friend, John Malcolm Brinnin, a poet and literary critic and former director of the Poetry Center, introduces him, marvelling, “In the very curious sociology of these times, the name of Truman Capote has become a household word, his comings and goings treated [like those of] movie personalities and baseball players. So that he no longer has to write a book to make news but simply to be … Truman Capote.”

 Nobody would introduce a writer that way today. It’s unremarkable that someone has “simply to be” to make news. Yet Brinnin’s voice is not that of an elitist fearing the soon-to-be-galloping-away horse of mindless celebrity culture—perhaps because what he sees happening to Capote means only something about the remarkable Truman Capote, not the direction of America itself.

Brinnin says, “No one is surprised anymore to read that this young American writer has been quietly dining with Princess Margaret or that he has been spirited off on the yachts of Greeks richer than Mycaenus, or that he has recently flown to Amsterdam to have a tooth filled. But let us be wary of the disguises of genius.” I love this—the disguises of genius—and am reminded of how when Kierkegaard was writing his great religious texts he made an effort to appear in dandified clothes at the theater every night during intermission (the rest of the evening he was home writing) so he would be seen and thought to be that sort of man—a dilettante and idler.

Brinnin wrote intimately about Capote (whom he met at Yaddo) in his memoir Sextet, calling him “the young artist and the cloistered scholar.” After he introduces him, hearty and sustained applause fills the hall. Capote performs in a voice that edges up against the sarcastic—as if there is still some irony in being Truman Capote—but he hardly has to perform, although he hardly performs his selections marvellously. As Brinnin pointed out, the fact that he is Truman Capote does a lot of the work. Clearly, for a certain type of literary genius—as Kierkegaard’s dual labors show us, racing from the writing-desk to the theater, wiping the sweat furiously from his brow, slowing down his heart as theater-goers flood the lobby—one has “simply to be” in order to please the crowd.

Sheila Heti’s latest novel is How Should A Person Be?

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Jonathan Ames on Arthur Miller—February 2, 1955

Arthur Miller’s voice reminds me of Al Pacino’s. Same kind of New York accent. Tough, gruff, sort of ugly. Like it’s an accent better served for vulgarities than endearments. 

But what if I’m wrong about the origins of Pacino’s accent? What if Pacino is from Chicago? Well, since everything is immediately quasi-knowable nowadays, I just looked up Al Pacino on Wikipedia. Sure enough, like Arthur Miller, he’s from Harlem. 

I mean I knew that. I knew in my crossword puzzler’s trivia-filled heart that Pacino was from New York, but then I doubted myself. But it was rewarding to read that he was from Harlem. That I didn’t know. I thought of him as being from the Bronx. But no, Harlem. Just like Miller.  Everything connects. Everything comes full circle.   

Or do we make things come full circle because we’re all going in circles, dizzy and confused?  And so we think we’re getting somewhere in our thoughts and in our lives, but we never really leave the point of origin, we just spin around, occasionally lifting the blindfold, like a child playing a game. What we think is vision or insight is usually an illusion, but since all of life is an illusion—or so I’ve been told—we might as well make it a good one. A good illusion, that is.  Didn’t Hamlet say, “Stay, illusion?” Well, he may have meant something else, but I like the way that sounds—“Stay, illusion.”

Personally, I don’t practice what I preach. My illusions are negative. I see my soft, privileged life through a discolored veil. There seems to be only one dictum that makes sense, “Love and be kind,” and at both things I fall short, and yet I get up each day just to fall short again. Life rushes by and everything we love slips through our fingers. But I can’t really complain. My negativity and self-loathing is a privilege. An indulgence. Having a difficult brain—and the time to consider this difficult brain—is like being rankled by the chafing of your silk pajamas or by the bit of caviar stuck in your teeth. 

There is mortality, though, and there’s no refuting the dreariness of its circularity—“Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.” Anyway, I’ve gone off on a tangent, the meaning of which I’m not really sure. My thoughts are like soap bubbles, they dissolve rather quickly and don’t stand up to too much scrutiny, but I think it’s fair to bring up mortality, since I am, in part, discussing Death of a Salesman, which is what Miller is reading from on this recording, accompanied by Mildred Dunnock. Dunnock played Linda Loman, Willy Loman’s wife, in the original production of the play in 1949.

So Miller sounds like a New Yorker and he also sounds a bit aggrieved. Early in the recording, he tells the audience, “I want to thank everyone for coming in this miserable weather.”  

There was probably a wet snow, or a cold rain following a snow. When it’s just snow it’s not miserable. The white blanket relieves the city of its sins. It’s a respite from our true selves. So it was probably a wet, miserable rain that had turned the snow ugly. There may have also been lacerating winter air coming off the East River and up the hill to 92nd Street and Lexington. It was February, which in New York is the cruelest month. 

This recording happened in 1955 when Miller was thirty-nine, which in 2013 would be about fifty-two, since, like currency, we age differently now and adjustments have to be made for the inflation of life-expectancy. So he was mid-career, surly. Perhaps his shoes were wet. At first he seems to read the play rather flatly, like it’s a chore and he knows that his words would be better served by an actor. But as he goes along he seems to warm up and you can feel his emotions, like a mist, coming off the reading of certain lines, like when as Willy he says to Linda, “I have such thoughts … I have such strange thoughts.”  

And what Willy doesn’t say—or so I think—is that the strange thoughts are of suicide. Alluding to them is a form of confession, a need to not be alone with the imaginings of his own destruction, though he can’t make the full confession. He can’t tell Linda what he’s been thinking, partly out of bravery—not wanting to burden his wife—and partly out of pride—not wanting to admit to her (or to himself) how close he is to being absolutely defeated. 

Later as Biff, Willy’s son, Miller says, “I just can’t take hold, mom. I can’t take hold of some kind of life.”  And in that line, too, I felt the writer peeking through, not just reading his words, but feeling them, remembering what they meant to him when he first wrote them.

Why did I choose to listen to this recording?  A random selection of possibilities was mentioned to me in an e-mail—the Y archive is a real audio treasure-trove—and amidst the half-dozen or so authors that were listed as examples, I gravitated immediately toward Miller, which is how I pick flowers for someone I love—the ones that strike me in that moment.  

And Miller struck me because ever since I first read Death of a Salesman back in high school I’ve never forgotten it. It hit very close to home. My father was a travelling salesman, his beat was the Northeast corridor, not unlike Willy’s, and Willy’s agonies are something I saw played out not in a two-act drama but over a thirty-year career.  

My father always talked of landing “a million-dollar deal,” if he could just find the right angle, the right thing to sell; if his company just wouldn’t hold him back. The deal never materialized, of course, even though we waited for it year after year. At the end, when my father was around Willy’s age, his bosses put him on commission, just as Willy’s bosses had, and when that happens a salesman knows it’s over, that he’s all used up. It was painful to witness and more painful for my father to live it.  

Another reason that this play has always stuck with me is that I read it around the time that my grandfather died, which was my first experience of death. And what Linda says at Willy’s funeral put into words my own confused response to my grandfather’s passing: “Forgive me, dear. I can’t cry. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t cry. I don’t understand it … Help me, Willy, I can’t cry. It seems to me that you’re just on another trip. I keep expecting you…”

That was how I felt about my grandfather’s death and how I have felt about every death since.  It’s like my mind doesn’t accept it, can’t accept it. The person is simply away; we’ve drifted apart for a while; we’re out of touch; certainly I’ll see them again, make things right, tell them I love them.  

“It seems to me that you’re just on another trip. I keep expecting you…”

Maybe we can’t—or at least I can’t—accept the deaths of others, because it’s like a math problem beyond our ken and to ken it is to fully grasp and understand our own death, which maybe we can’t, just as we’re not supposed to be able to dream of it.  

Well, I guess that’s all I have to say about listening to this recording. One shouldn’t write things that are too long if they’re to be read on the Internet. Wait, there’s one more thing. What comes through this tape and in the play is the great love that existed in the Loman family, right alongside the anger and the tragedy. Despite everything, they love each other. They may not be able to say it in the right way or at all but at least it’s there. Attention, as they say, must be paid to that. To the love. 

Jonathan Ames’ latest book is You Were Never Really Here.

Interview with Micah Lexier


In the October Issue:

Sheila Heti’s interview with Toronto-based Artist, Micah Lexier.

BLVR: Can I ask you about A Portrait of David?

ML: Sure.

BLVR: So in 1993 you shot seventy-five people named David, from ages one to seventy-five. What was your interest in making it? I see that project as classifying. Was it about saying, “Okay,this is fourteen, this is fifteen, this is sixteen”? Was it emotionally satisfying to make?

ML: Yeah, it was shockingly satisfying. The first project was about my interest in increments, my interest in observing what it means to be alive and what does it mean to grow up? It’s this play between the specific and the general. Because each David is also just himself. David age one was just “David Smith” at age one. But when you line up all these very specific Davids, you’re able to make generalizations. Here is the ad in the paper looking for people named David.

BLVR: What city is this? Winnipeg?

ML: Winnipeg. So it’s a portrait of Winnipeg. This idea of portraiture is a big part of my work.

BLVR: It’s like with Ampersand, where you created the seventeen thousand tiles that lined the Sheppard and Leslie subway station from pieces of paper you handed out to commuters, asking them to write “Sheppard” and “Leslie.” I love that piece so much. I love being in that subway. You can be in there for hours, just thinking about individuality.

ML: Right. It’s a kind of portrait of the people who participated. Again, it’s the increment of the individual−

BLVR: Same with the Colm Tóibín story.

ML: Right, it’s a portrait of the school but each individual contributes their little increment. Everyone presides over their own work, but when you look at the whole thing, it’s a portrait of the school—or Toronto—or Winnipeg. [We begin looking through the book of the follow-up projectcalled David Then & Now, which shows each David as he was when the project was first shot, then each David ten years later.]

BLVR: Is your dad’s name David?

ML: No, but I asked my dad for help when we couldn’t find a David aged sixty-seven. “Do you not know any guys named David?” I asked him. He was like, “Oh, well, there’s David so-and-so,” and I was like, “Dad, will you call him and see if he’ll do it?” And he did it, but the guy was such a fucking grouch. He came in—you’ll see. He had his galoshes on. He wouldn’t take his galoshes off, and he’s like, “I’m only doing this as a favor for your dad. Your dad’s a nice guy; I’m doing it for him.”

BLVR: That is so funny.

ML: [Turns the pages] There he is. He’s got his galoshes on. Look at that sneer!

BLVR: He really doesn’t want to be in your book.

ML: It’s sad because in that ten-year interval, six of them passed away, and he was one of the ones that passed away.

BLVR: People seem to change less as they get older.

ML: That’s true. Although it’s nice—when you get to a certain age, people chill out. Like, the guys that were wearing suits are now wearing sweaters [turns the page]. He’s clearly retired and golfing, you know?

BLVR: The older ones haven’t changed as much as the younger ones. They seem similar at fifty to how they were at forty.

ML: Yeah, I think you’ve done a lot of your changing by then. [Turns the page] This one’s pretty radical: I think this guy found religion. [Turns the page] It’s funny that this guy was fat but he didn’t get any fatter!

BLVR: It’s so interesting that even though one who’s older might look younger than someone who’s truly younger, the march is still forward.

ML: That’s exactly the point I’m making. You can make generalizations. You see them get facial hair, you see them get gray hair.

BLVR: Do you know that there’s no biological marker of age? Science does not have a way of telling how old somebody is.

ML: You can’t be specific?

BLVR: No, and if you think about it, that’s crazy. There’snothing. You can maybe tell that a person is in their teens, but even then, biologically, you can’t really say.

ML: That’s wonderful! My work is so fixated on ways to try and define that.

BLVR: It really does change your feelings about age. And it makes sense, because some people seem older and some people seem younger, and maybe even though they were born on the same day, they actually are different ages. It’s weird. I keep thinking about that.

ML: They took fewer footsteps and therefore are younger. They’ve taken fewer breaths.

Read the full interview.