What I’m Seeing In The Mind ~ A View From the Keyboard of Shawn Shiflett

Back when I started taking writing classes in the Fiction Writing Department at Columbia College Chicago, Shawn Shiflett was one of my first teachers. To this day I think of things he taught me, perhaps the most important thing of all: “Just tell it.” Shawn is one of those writers who works incredibly hard at trying to get the prose to look effortless. His eye for the simple yet pertinent detail, the metaphors in the shadows, his ear for the way folks really talk, and his willingness to “just tell it” so that his audience can’t escape the truths behind his fiction all make for a bold and vibrant read. Shawn’s first novel, Hidden Place, (Akashic Books) is funny and heart-twisting. The novel-in-progress, some of which he shares with us today, promises an equally (if not even more so) complexly emotional and satisfying experience. Watch for it.

Shawn: When Patty asked me for a picture of my workspace, my first impulse was to clean up the clutter at the end of my kitchen/dining room table. Then I thought, No, don’t change a thing; just snap the pic. Notice that the half-full coffee mug (balanced precariously on top of my rough draft manuscript pages, and also on the edge of my datebook hidden underneath those same pages) is trying to decide whether it should: 1) spill all over my writing and crash to the floor; 2) spill on my computer keyboard so that I’m forced to go out and buy the Macbook Air that I’ve been dying to purchase, but can’t presently afford; or 3) behave like a good little coffee mug until I can get back to sipping from it and working on my novel-in-progress, Hey Liberal! Note the straw in the mug. People are constantly making fun of me for drinking coffee out of a straw, but in my defense, it’s a glass straw (purchased on www.pristineplanet.com) in the photo and therefore kind of cool among us straw aficionados.  But enough about all things coffee and straw related. I write at the end of my kitchen/dining room table—a turn-of-the-century antique that (and I’m proud of this) I refinished myself. I haven’t had a home office for almost thirteen years or, more precisely, since the birth of my son Cole. As with many of us who have kids, I can pretty much write anywhere now, but I’m so grateful that I have this apartment with its tall ceilings and over abundance of sunlight. My fantastically airy workspace aside, what’s most important to me while I’m writing is what I’m seeing in the mind rather than the physical area around me. For example, I wrote some of my favorite chapters in Hidden Place (Akashic Books) in a danker-than-dank basement.

Back to the photo. In front of my printer is a copy of Sarah Hammond’s young adult novel The Night Sky in My Head, and though you can’t see Bonnie Jo Campbell’s American Salvage right on the other side of my open computer screen (thankfully, it’s also on the safe side of the tilted coffee mug), trust me when I say that her short story collection is there.

Below are two pages from Hey Liberal!, a semi-autobiographical novel about a white boy going to a predominately African American high school in Chicago soon after Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated. An extended excerpt from Hey, Liberal! is forthcoming in the next issue of F Magazine.

DÉTENTE (an excerpt from Hey, Liberal!)

The desk phone rang in Adam’s Body Politic office.

“Community Arts.”

“Reverend?”

“Speaking.”

“I got your boy here at Grant Hospital. He stuck his nose a little too close to a Cobra Stone’s switchblade.”

What?” Adam tipped forward in his swivel chair. “Who is this?“

“The man who looks out for your punk-ass son, that’s who.”

“Officer Clark?”

“Yeah, listen up. He needs a couple of stitches. And by the way, a friend of his committed suicide. Besides that, Simon’s just fine.”

“What are you talking . . . Suicide? Is this some kind of—”

“Do you hear me laughing, Reverend? Kid by the name of Louis Collins. Blew his brains out right in front of Simon. Nice, huh?”

In the speechless moment that followed, Adam felt the blood drain from his face. A hard drizzling rain outside of his Body Politic office windows was falling in a straight sheet, and with the room shrouded in shadows, he’d had to turn on his desk lamp, giving him the look of a man adrift on his cluttered raft. A blue ink stain from a fountain pen on the desk’s blotter pad suddenly caught his attention, as if its small irregular shape, like that of a lake on a map missing all other topography, was in some way puzzling to him.

“You still there, Reverend.”

“. . . I’m here.”

“Principal Jursak didn’t call you already? Wouldn’t take it personally. He’s stretched kinda thin lately — a suicide, race riot, the arrest of your pain-in-the-ass-biology-teacher buddy.”

The bad news just kept getting worse, and Adam thought, John arrested? What the hell? Then, realizing that even if Donald Jursak had tried to reach someone at home, Helen would have most likely been in the basement working on one of her short stories and out of earshot of the phone’s ringer. Adam’s shock would have to wait along with the further details, and he leapt to his feet.

“Be there in five minutes.”

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→Shawn Shiflett, thanks for letting us in. Looking forward to seeing more of this novel-in-progress. And as always, thanks for reading. -PMc←

They Talk, We Listen ~ A Brief Collection of Author Interviews

Author interviews. I have to admit, I like them quite a lot. A glimpse into what makes them think, write, rewrite, enjoy life, and so on and so on. When I read of their concerns, their vulnerabilities, their insecurities, I recognize that the authors I admire are just people, people like me, maybe. And sometimes the interviews can remind me that these authors are also something else, something sort of super-human…or if not SUPER, maybe EXTRA. Extra-human. Their lives, while filled with the daily considerations we all have (doing the dishes, finding socks that match, cleaning the litter box, watching our salt intake,) there lives are often spent looking deeply into these things, searching for story moments not just to imagine (because we all do that, right? Imagine little stories as we go on with their our days?) but to write down and making meaning of and from.

And so, I provide here a list of a few author interviews you can find on the internet. Some of the links will lead you to writers you have known and loved for quite sometime (Ray Bradbury, Thomas McGuane,) and others will lead you to discover someone new and emerging (Katey Schultz, Alan Heathcock.) And if you feel so inclined, I invite you to add any links you might have as well.

David Abrams speaks with Thomas McGuane for New West 

Katey Schultz answers Philip Hartigan‘s questions for Preterita 

Ray Bradbury‘s official biographer (and friend of mine) Sam Weller interviews the literary legend for Paris Review 

Another Chicago Magazine: A Conversation with Dinty W. Moore by Neil Stern

Alan Heathcock answers my questions here

Salt Publishing Blog conversation between Vanessa Gebbie and Jonathan Pinnock

 

Mike Pride interviews Maine’s Poet Laureate Wesley McNair

 

 

Bonnie Jo Campbell interviews Bonnie Jo Campbell in on
e of The Nervous Breakdown‘s Self-Interview series

Carrie Margolis interviews Anne-Marie Oomen 

Bookgroup talks with Gerard Woodward 

The Paris Review talks with Toni Morrison

Leah Tallon talks withGina Frangello for Knee-Jerk Magazine 

Jhumpa Lahiri talks with The Spectrum 

Andrea Waterfield interviews Dennis McFadden for The Missouri Review 

A transcript of NPR Weekend Edition host Scott Simon‘s recent interview with Roddy Doyle

A. Manette Ansay talks with K C Culver

And I could go on. Perhaps I will. Another time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer in the Literary City

Getting up into the nineties here in Chicago, the kind of hot and humid summer days the city is known for. As many of us have to head to work on a sticky Monday morning, our shirts clinging to our backs from the heat, the air heavy in our lungs, it helps to look back over the last few days of Chicago literary delights.

Thursday evening started things off with Bonnie Jo Campbell at Women and Children First, reading from her new novel Once Upon a River. Bonnie Jo’s readings are always good (how can they not be if she is reading her own fine work?) but even more impressive is how generous and charming she is with her audience. A really good time.

On Saturday night at Women and Children First we enjoyed a treat of a reading that featured two of my former students, April Newman and Sheree L. Greer, sharing the stage with Chelsea Clammer and Allison Gruber. The women read various pieces that made the audience laugh, lust, cringe, and–yes—some of us cried. Part of the bookstore’s Sapho Salon hosted by Kathie Bergquist, another of the fine writers lurking around Chicago these days. (Oh, and by the way–Sheree has a new collection out: Once and Future Lovers.)

Finally, on Sunday afternoon, we had the opportunity to celebrate the release of Michael Burke‘s new story collection: What You Don’t Know About Men. Michael knows how to fill a room and throw a party. The bash was held in the very elegant Edgewater Beach Café, on the ground floor of the historic, iconic, pink Edgewater Beach building on Sheridan Road. Robert Charles, Michael’s partner, was there to do a little of his magic (I mean that literally here, Robert is a magician, you know) and Michael read a moving story for us after he made an incredibly gracious toast and pretty much thanked everyone in the room individually.

All in all, friends, I’d say it was a good weekend. Hope you had a good one, too. Stay cool.