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11/13/2009

a rally cry for literary independence

I have an article up on The Curator today about A.S./Pete Peterson's amazing forthcoming novel, The Fiddler's Gun. As you will read, I enjoyed every single page.*

However, in my eternal curiosity about everything, I asked A.S./Pete** way too many questions to fit into my article. Sooo, here are some outtakes from our interview that I found particularly interesting . . .

Jenni: What did your parents do to turn you and Andrew into such good writers?

Pete: It’s funny how often people ask me that, and I still don’t know the answer. I don’t recall being read to at home more often than most kids or being taught any differently, but my Dad was, and still is, a preacher. For my entire childhood I was forced to go to church twice on Sunday and once on Wednesday and in general, I tried as hard as I could to hate it.

My Dad is a great speaker, though. He’s well-read and knows how to pack his sermons full of revelatory stories and illustrations from great literature. What I recall very keenly about my Dad’s sermons was the way he told his stories. He knew how to draw out dramatic pauses, how to vary his voice to build tension, and how to deliver an important line with passion. I was easily drawn into that kind of oral storytelling and from early on, I think I understood that stories were a means of making complicated ideas palatable - a way of saying more than one thing at once. I loved listening to those portions of his sermons and I think I’d be a fool to assume that they didn’t help to shape my own writing.

Who are your literary influences?

My earliest memories of being truly struck and amazed by a story go back to Tolkien. I must have read The Lord of the Rings twenty times before I was out of high school. In that same time period, I became a fan of Stephen R. Donaldson’s Thomas Covenant books which I’ve now gone back and read as an adult and am still amazed and moved by them. I think being so strongly affected by those two works early in my life was instrumental in the style of storytelling I prefer today. I’m very much drawn to books and movies and even music that revolve around characters who deal with an oppression of tragedy, pain, and darkness and yet despite the world around them and despite even themselves, they manage to find and cling to even the dimmest of lights.

As an adult, I see that same theme running through much of the literature I love: books like Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment; Jayber Crow and Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry; Hugo’s Les Miserables or The Hunchback of Notre Dame; Godric by Frederick Buechner; The Book of the Dun Cow by Walt Wangerin, Jr.; even movies like Magnolia, Children of Men, or The Shawshank Redemption.

I noticed this quote by Frederick Buechner on an introductory page of your book:

The story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all.”

I also noticed that quote in the artwork of Eric Peters’s latest album, Chrome, and it resonates with me, too. Why did you share that quote with your readers?


It’s an invitation to see beyond the simple narrative of the story. One thing that separates a good story from a great one is the extent to which a reader is able to see him or her self in it. And it’s worth remembering that the reason we tell stories to one another is that they’re a means of communicating things that we might not know how to say otherwise - a way of showing another person who you are and what you think of the world around you.

Are you nervous at all that real books will one day disappear?

I have a Kindle and I love it. It’s great for traveling and taking my library with me, or for buying that new bestseller that I’m curious about but know that I won’t be keeping on my bookshelf. Electronic reading is something that’s going to become commonplace, there’s no doubt about it, but I don’t think books are going anywhere. In fact, I wonder if it won’t force books to be better designed, to be more of an art form. If a new book comes out with an ugly cover, cheap paper, and poor typography, why not buy the digital version? On the other hand, put out something that’s beautiful to look at, to hold, to smell, and feel the weight of in your hand, and I’ll buy the hardback any day of the week.

Any words of advice and/or encouragement for aspiring fiction writers (such as myself)?

First, read, read, read. And don’t just read good books. I’ve learned as much from reading bad books as I have from reading great ones. Sometimes it’s more important to understand what not to do.

And secondly, discipline. In Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers, he talks about the 10,000 hour rule. It’s the idea that you’ve got to spend ten thousand hours doing something before you achieve mastery of it. That chapter of his book had a big effect on me. I realized that if I’m sitting around watching TV, every second I spend doing that I’m getting better at watching TV. So why not spend my time getting better at writing? Just like any other form of art, it’s a matter of practice. You aren’t going to be great the first time out, or the second, maybe not even the seventeenth. But by the time you’ve hit that ten thousand hour mark, you’ve got it mastered. Then you’re ready to do something that’s truly great. I think about that all the time. What would I rather be getting better at doing?


* - You can pre-order The Fiddler's Gun right here. I highly advise that you do so.

** - The author's dual name is explained in my article . . .

11/11/2009

poison & wine

Since I've been watching this video literally nonstop on Facebook, I figured it would only be polite to share it with y'all, too. It's the making of "Poison & Wine" by a new favorite band, The Civil Wars; directed by Sam Ashworth, music produced by Charlie Peacock, filmed in the beautiful space that is the Art House in Nashville, TN.

Blogger shaved off the right edge of the video box ever so slightly, dang it, but you can click here to see the proper presentation if you're a visual soul like me. Enjoy the chills either way:



P.S. ~ Now I have two blog entries up my sleeve. Maybe three. No, really.

11/03/2009

cinnamon walnut scones!

Lately, my fight for health and faith has been difficult again. I am weary to the bone. I'm often tempted to throw in the tea towel and give up, but deep in my soul I just can't. I wouldn't feel any better for one thing, and for another, I do believe yeast will lose this battle here soon, not to mention that I also still believe God is making my womb hospitable for bambinos (yeast toxins don't really get hospitality). And by "soon" I mean God's perspective of time at this point. 2+ years is not "soon" to me, but then again, God is God and I am not, glory hallelujah.

I'm heeding Anne Lamott's advice from a chapter in Bird by Bird:

" . . . a story that I know I've told elsewhere but that over and over helps me to get a grip: thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he'd had three months to write, which was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother's shoulder, and said, 'Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.'"

Not only is this great writing advice, but I also find it comforting in regards to slow healing. "Do not be anxious about tomorrow." "Bird by bird." One day at a time, right? And all the while, God has this, as Johnny says. If I weren't a Calvinist, I might lose my ever living mind. Oh, and speaking of Calvinism, I insist that you read this beautiful meditation on the literary Calvinism of Marilynne Robinson by none other than Peter Leithart. Amazing.

So, our life is hard right now. Baffling. Exhausting. But sooo blessed. You know how I described the bounty of dietary simplicity in this Comment article? Well, it gets even better. Last night, my amazing husband marinated chicken in a tandoori masala paste (from a local Indo-Pak grocery store) and coconut milk. Then we feasted on that tandoori chicken, papadums (thank God for lentil flour), and mint chutney. Wow.

AND my Facebook friend Becki shared her almond flour scone recipe. I tweaked it just a little to obey doctor's orders, but I must say, yum! Scones! Baked goods ease the suffering a whole lot.

Cinnamon Walnut Scones

* Preheat oven to 325 degrees.

Ingredients:
1/4 cup unsweetened applesauce (or erythritol)
4 egg whites
1/4 cup coconut oil, melted
1/2 teaspoon Celtic sea salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons cinnamon
A shake or two (or three) of allspice [I used pumpkin pie spice this time]
1/2 teaspoon cardamom [I used nutmeg . . . ]
2 3/4 cup Honeyville almond flour
1 cup walnuts, chopped

1. Beat applesauce, egg whites, and coconut oil.

2. Add sea salt, baking soda, cinnamon, allspice, and cardamom.

3. Stir in almond flour and walnuts to make a fairly stiff dough.

4. Drop by large spoonfuls on a baking stone or cookie sheet lined with parchment paper.

5. Flatten scone a little with wet fingers or spatula.
[I didn't do this - I like them fluffy.]

6. Sprinkle extra cinnamon on top before baking.

7. Bake 20-30 minutes until nicely browned, firm when a toothpick is inserted, and hollow sounding when tapped.

8. Cool on a rack. Will keep at room temperature for a week.

9. Serve warm with French pressed coffee or a stiff cup of tea. Enjoy, y'all.

[This photograph is rife with imperfections - click to see larger. . . . Like the fingerprints on the jar since I can't keep my grubby paws outta the scones. I don't care; I'm just happy to be playing with the camera again. I keep meaning to learn more about photography, but my writing and the forthcoming Art House America project top my to-do list right now. Such work keeps me quite busy, but it's a very inspiring kind of busy. I cannot wait to share more about the Art House project in good time . . . ]