My name is Steven and I’m a failed
writer.
Norman Mailer
once said that writing books was the closest men would ever come to
childbearing. I mentioned that to my wife who fell off her chair laughing. Now,
aspiring failed writers should note that I have just employed two reliable
techniques: stealing someone else’s work and banal cliché. I mention this so
that you’ll all pay attention. I can’t stop in the middle of every post to
point out the crumbs along the trail (Again, note the cliché, but don’t expect
any more help.).
For many years
I was an intensive care doctor for infants. I saw thousands of women in the
throes of labor and delivery. I have also written books. This makes me an
expert on Norman Mailer’s observation, which is a really dumb remark from a
really smart guy. Placing writing side-by-side with childbearing is a bit like
comparing psychotherapy to a beheading. What’s my point? There isn’t one. This
is a segueway to something else about Norman Mailer that has nothing to do with
his quote. It is also another mark of a failed writer and Rule #3: Don’t get to
the point. Wander around and confuse your reader for awhile. Waste their time. Before
long, they’ll give up.
So . . . I was
at the SF Writers’ Conference in February. I highly recommend that aspiring
failed writers avoid this conference as it is full of highly useful information
provided by well-qualified people in the publishing industry. To make matters
worse the conference fosters a spirit of encouragement and inclusion that
inspires a failed writer to work on his/her craft and not give up. It is a
serious impediment to failure. Anyway, I went to a session given by a panel of
editors. They were mostly New York types. I think you know what I mean — pleasant
people who have devoted their lives to unearthing literary gems, after which
they receive very little money or credit. To make matters worse they were friendly
and approachable and should have been wearing FAILED WRITERS BEWARE signs as
far as I’m concerned. One of them edited Norman Mailer’s last book: The Castle in the Forest, a novel that
fictionalizes the childhood of Adolph Hitler. In the middle of the book is a
very long section on Russian history that is only tenuously connected to the
rest of the narrative. The editor offered an amusing anecdote, describing his
efforts to convince Mailer that the section should be deleted. The editor
and his publisher failed in their efforts, largely because Mailer was . . .
well, Mailer. If you are Norman Mailer and want to put a couple hundred pages
of Russian history into your book about a teenaged vampire cheerleader, you probably
won’t get much argument, either. However, this is a very good time to emphasize
Rule #4 for failed writers: Go ahead and write as if you’re Norman Mailer and
can get away with the crap that he pulled.
I often go off
on tangents in the middle of a narrative, providing unnecessary backstory for a
character who is otherwise insignificant. In other words, I write little Russian
sections just like Norman Mailer. We’re practically twins, he and I. Indeed,
take away his thirteen novels and many brilliant works of non-fiction along
with two Pulitzer Prizes, a National Book Award, a Helmerich Award, and a Medal
of Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, and what do you have? Me!
See what I did
there, failed writers? I followed Rule #4. Now you can ignore the same rule.
You can merely admire Mailer’s work or draw inspiration from it, writing about
what you know in a voice that feels authentic. However, keep in mind that your
chances for success as a writer are improved if you break both Rules 3 and 4 by:
1)
not wasting the reader’s time, and
2)
writing and writing until you discover your true voice.
It’s up to
you. Remember, failure often requires as much effort as success and there are
only so many hours in a day. If you want to be a failed writer, you’ll have to
focus.
By the way, during
the SF Writers Conference I ran into Norman Mailer’s editor outside the Mark
Hopkins. “I read the Russian section,” I told him. “I loved it.” He smiled in
response, but seemed vaguely fearful. I did read the Russian section in The Castle in the Forest. That was not a
lie. I did love it, too, and have subsequently filled my latest book with a
number of pointlessly tangential side-stories. The book, “Delphic Oracle,” will
probably be out next year and those who read it will feel as if they’ve
stumbled into one of those 1980s video arcades filled too much light and noise.
I, however, will feel like Norman Mailer.
That made me laugh. Out. Loud. Very funny. Too true.
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