Sunday Salon: Infrequently Asked Questions

Q: Didn't there used to be a blog around here somewhere?"

A: Why yes! Here it is, welcome to Worducopia.

Q: What happened? Are you okay?

A: Yup. Doing fine!

Q: And...?

A: Well, I'm trying to finish revisions on my novel, and it's slow going. I'm spending time with my kids, and I just started selling Mary Kay cosmetics (if you've met me in real life, I'm okay with the fact that you just cracked up). Also, I'm hooked on computer solitaire, so you know: that takes up a big chunk of my time.

Q: Read any good books lately?

A: Actually, yes! Thank you for asking. Right now I'm reading Siobhan Dowd's Bog Child. I love Irish fiction, especially with a focus on Northern Ireland, so this is right up my alley. I probably have about ten pages to go and I haven't picked it up all weekend. Not sure if I'm too busy, ambivalent about where the story is going, or just don't want it to end.

I also recently read The Magician's Assistant, by Ann Patchett, which I really enjoyed until the end. I kind of hated the end. This was a duplicate of my experience with Patchett's Bel Canto, so I think she and I just come from different perspectives when it comes to endings.

Q: So why didn't you review it?

A: I guess I just didn't feel like it?

Q: How do you expect to make it as a book blogger if you don't actually review any books?

A: *snort!* Ha ha ha! Thanks for the laugh.

Q: Okay, but if a blog sits in the blogosphere and nobody posts on it, is it still a blog?

A: Um... good point. I'm not really sure.

I'm not quite ready to throw in the towel yet, though. Still holding out hope that I'll figure out a way to stay immersed in real life, keep up my other writing, and keep Worducopia active. In the meantime, thanks for stopping by. Delighted to have you here!

Pen Pals: Ann Patchett and Elizabeth Gilbert

The story goes that Ann Patchett and Elizabeth Gilbert sat on an author panel together one day, and liked each other but had no time to talk, so they exchanged addresses. Not email addresses, but the kind on your house that the mailman uses to bring you bills and credit card offers. Unlike I'd probably do, they both actually followed through and wrote to each other, and hence a pen pal relationship began.

Ann and Elizabeth met in person for the second time this week, when they came to Portland to give a lecture together. Among other things, they spoke of the uncanny things they have in common:

• Each achieved her big success with her fourth book
• Each had a terrible first marriage followed by a wonderful second marriage to a man 16 1/2 years older than her
• Each gladly remains childless
• Each dotes upon an obese pet (can't remember which has a cat and which has a dog)
  
• Each is responsible for nurturing several other people
• They're both fond of Henry James and nineteenth-century authors such as Dickens.
  

A few nuggets I wrote down:

Both Patchett and Gilbert find nonfiction much easier to write than fiction, but while Patchett feels compelled to continue writing fiction, Gilbert would be satisfied never to write another novel.

The book Gilbert is most proud of is her collection of short stories, Pilgrims. (Patchett didn't answer this question). She wrote the stories in college and the years shortly afterwards, and the collection was published when she was 26. Looks like great fodder for the 100 Shots of Short challenge, to me.

Ann Patchett doesn't believe in writer's block. She says, there is a time to write, and a time to not write. Just as you don't plant corn one day and eat it the next, ideas need to percolate. What some people call writer's block, she would call taking the time to let the seeds grow. (This was my favorite gem of the whole night)

And, when asked about men reading books written by women, Elizabeth Gilbert told a funny story about a reader who wrote to her after having picked up Eat, Pray, Love off his girlfriend's bedside table. He got hooked in, but was embarrassed to be reading it in public so he hid the book inside an issue of Maxim on the bus (or maybe the subway). But he was so moved by one section that he began to weep. On the subway. While reading what, to all the world, appeared to be the contents of Maxim. That's when he decided it might be better to let the cover of Eat, Pray, Love be known to the world.

It was a very fun chat to listen in on--and I love the image they shared of the two of them perusing the aisles of Powell's together this afternoon before their talk, pulling books off the shelves for each other to read. Thanks to the power of snail mail pen pals--the chemistry between these two was delightful.