
John Irving
Last Sunday John Irving spoke at the 92nd Street Y in New York City to discuss his new novel, In One Person. As in most of his work, sex and sexual identity are issues Irving explores in this new novel.
The New York Times reported that during his appearance at the Y Irving answered questions from the audience. (In an unusual method of Q&A, audience members submitted questions in the days and weeks before the reading and Irving answered ones that he preselected.)
One query that caught my attention was, What was the worst advice for writers he had ever heard? He assailed Hemingway’s “boring, journalistic dictum: ‘Write about what you know.’ What a horrible limitation to impose on the novel or the play. ‘Don’t learn anything.’ Why don’t you just say that?”
The best advice? Irving offered, “Woe to him who seeks to please rather than appall.” That would be courtesy of Herman Melville.
I can’t say that I set out to appall with my plays, but I don’t try to please either. When I start work on a new script, I explore exciting, perhaps dangerous territory where I hope to find drama around which I can construct and tell a story.
I do like Irving’s indictment of Hemingway’s oft-cited dictum. Writing about something I already knew would be terribly boring. An important reason I write is to travel to unfamiliar lands.
Where I do glimpse some wisdom in Hemingway’s advice is at the level of the writer’s emotions and subconscious. The struggles that convulse my protagonist and other main characters must be ones that I have an acquaintance with at some level, however shallow or deep. I hold that to be an artistic truth.
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Entertainment and science can make awkward bedfellows. To support that assertion I offer as Exhibit A the recently released movie Chimpanzee. I started to call it a documentary, along the lines of what you might find on PBS, but that doesn’t really fit, nor is it exactly a work of fiction. A curious hybrid, it is more…
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Who has access to art? What is artistic talent? Who passes judgment on whether art is good or, for that matter, if it’s even art? How does class privilege the pursuit of art? These important questions are laid bare by The Pitmen Painters, a terrific play that just opened at ACT Theatre in Seattle. If…
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You are invited to play this quick minor league-version of the The New Yorker Caption Contest. Every week I enter the contest in the magazine. Below are five captions. Three are the magazine’s semifinal selections, one is the winner, and two are mine. See if you can guess which are which. A. “Just how revealing…
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