Clear, unpretentious, genuine writing.

dixon.jpgI inter­viewed Stephen Dixon by mail. My let­ter to him is ner­vous and inde­ci­sive, try­ing to ask good, bold ques­tions and then apol­o­giz­ing for ask­ing them. His response, in gra­di­ent type­writer ink, melted me down and then stabbed me in the best way. I read Meyer, loved it, won­dered what Stephen Dixon would really be like. Then, in the space of a cou­ple days, I got all these very per­sonal and un-flashy flashes of him. A voice­mail to let me know he’d put his let­ter in the mail; the let­ter itself, with frag­ments of a novel in progress typed on the back (“he does think there was a light fall of snow”).

I’ll tell you what I think you need to know about Stephen Dixon, and then let you read his let­ter. It’s so good on its own, unclut­tered by my think­ing. Stephen Dixon has writ­ten 27 books, taught at Johns Hop­kins, won awards for his fic­tion, and become a McSweeney’s beloved. He retired last year and he’s around 70 years-old. He’s racked up lots of praise, all of which notes how guile­less and read­able his work is despite being exper­i­men­tal and “avant gardist.” He’s got a gen­tle kind of humor we can all relate to and, bot­tom line, he just writes a lot, doggedly, and peo­ple are fas­ci­nated by that.

Meyer tells the story of a aging writer who is try­ing to plow and cir­cle his way out of writer’s block by sim­ply writ­ing what’s in his mind (“Let’s see, he thinks; maybe something’s in there”). What results is like a story cycle, with mem­o­ries told and retold, feel­ings exam­ined and reex­am­ined. A whole life stands before you on wob­bly legs. Yet, the book is supremely digestible, I think because it is inti­mate and true to the way peo­ple think; in other words, his form is unique but he’s not just mak­ing stuff up.

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Jan 7, 08

Dear Alisha:

Firstly, let me say I’m par­tic­i­pat­ing in this inter­view more because my pub­lisher wants me to than that I want to. I feel that way because I’m not very good at explain­ing myself and work habits and why I write and what I write about, and I’m absolutely ter­ri­ble at explain­ing or deci­pher­ing any one par­tic­u­lar book.

Yes, it’s all in the book, all of what I wanted to say and how I went about say­ing it. Each chap­ter is linked, and the book shows how much I’m more inter­ested in struc­ture and time and tenses than in telling a story. I tell a story, or Meyer, per­haps my stand-in, tries to tell a story, and per­haps the story is that there is no story and he finds no way of telling it.

The last chap­ter sort of grabs up the pre­ced­ing chap­ter and if my ways and non­story aren’t evi­dent by then, it empha­sizes it now.

But don’t be dis­cour­aged. You sound very intel­li­gent and astute and your ques­tions are very good and I’m sure your work will go well and I won’t end up feel­ing I’ve embar­rassed myself in writ­ing once more. What’s wrong, in other words, is not the inter­viewer but the inter­vie­wee. Also, know that although I’m retired as of July 1st of last year, I have less time to work on my work because of a num­ber of per­sonal cir­cum­stances at home, one of which isn’t that I’m more fatigued with age. I feel good; it’s other things.

The novel might, in part, be about aging. But that’s not it at all. What I wanted to do was tell a story and bring forth a life and his­tory of that life by writ­ing around it all. Things slip in, what he was like when he was much younger, his work, his rela­tion­ship with his wife, his inter­est in sex and cre­ativ­ity and his frus­tra­tions when he finds he’s not work­ing on any­thing, or hasn’t for a week or more.

The lat­ter is some­thing how I’ve felt, but I don’t know if I feel that way any­more. I am still an obses­sive writer but not as much. I love writ­ing and it is the time when I am most happy and con­tent with myself. I love mak­ing up things or retelling things or going ever deeper into things with each work, and what bet­ter activ­ity for that than fic­tion writing?

The rep­e­ti­tion you speak about is more a deepening.

I think your take on my novel is fine and sharp, but I’ve heard a num­ber of takes on it and they’re all good. We don’t all see the same thing in a work of fiction.

Ques­tion two; no, I don’t have that urge. I just don’t enjoy answer­ing ques­tions about my work. It takes time, the tak­ing of time away from the lit­tle time I have–not life­time but worktime–to write. But I’m answer­ing your ques­tions, or cir­cum­vent­ing them, and not dis­lik­ing the expe­ri­ence. What sort of ques­tions do I like to be asked? None, about my work, although if I were forced at gun­point to cite one it would be “the mechan­ics of how I work.”

Ques­tion 3; the plain speech is some­thing I’ve grav­i­tated to as a writer. My writ­ing used to be com­posed, in part, of a lot more com­pli­cated and even tricky speech. I am very spe­cific as a writer. I tell my sto­ries mostly through dia­logue or para­phrase. I love plain speech and very acces­si­ble writ­ing. Clear, unpre­ten­tious, gen­uine writ­ing. I hate flow­ery writ­ing, arti­fi­cial writ­ing, famil­iar writ­ing. It’s why I can’t read most fic­tion, con­tem­po­rary fic­tion. I usu­ally feel I’ve read it before, the story and the writing.

Now, I repeat myself con­sid­er­ably in my fic­tion. But as I said, its eas­ier to relive in fic­tion an expe­ri­ence I’ve already writ­ten about in my fic­tion, because then, to repeat myself, not only can I go deeper into the expe­ri­ence but by repeat­ing myself it shows how impor­tant that expe­ri­ence is in my fic­tion. Meet­ing for the first time his wife is an exam­ple. In my work in progress–I really call it a page in progress, since some pages take a 100 takes and a week to write. But that meet­ing, that first meet­ing, which some­times repli­cates the first meet­ing with the woman who was, three years later, to become my wife, is the most impor­tant meet­ing of my life. I am telling it in a dif­fer­ent way this time, in my new novel, His Wife Leaves Him, where they meet at the ele­va­tor after the party, rather than at the party. But I love that expe­ri­ence and will prob­a­bly be writ­ing about it the rest of my life.

The writ­ing of Meyer, Q 4, wasn’t effort­less. It was ardu­ous at times, almost always plea­sur­able, and the trick was to make it seem as if it were effort­less, writ­ten effort­lessly. It some­times isn’t easy to sim­plify and con­nect chap­ters. To go deeper while mak­ing it look easy. I wanted Meyer to be a good effort­less read and a funny emo­tional story. If you noticed, the wife is almost never shown but his feel­ings for her are evident.

You men­tion I go from past to present; but you for­got to allude to the con­di­tional. A lot of my writ­ing is about the con­di­tional. What if and so on.

What avenues did Meyer lead me to in my writ­ing? Noth­ing much. Once a novel or story’s fin­ished, I for­get it and start some­thing else, usu­ally the next day, and find out what I want to write about. One word leads to another; one line to another line. One long para­graph to the next. One chap­ter to the fol­low­ing chap­ter, and finally, one book to the next. But I try to make it all new and fresh and original.

Best and thanks,

Stephen

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I have a lot of thoughts about some of the things he touches on, espe­cially “plain speech” and being “more inter­ested in struc­ture and time and tenses than in telling a story,” but I think its bet­ter to just leave it at this for now: read his book(s). Also, what’s your favorite part/line? This let­ter is ripe for some found poetry.

What fol­lows is my let­ter. Read if you’d like, but its wholly unnecessary.

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Dear Mr. Dixon,

Thank you for the oppor­tu­nity to inter­view you, and for the plea­sure of read­ing Meyer. Meyer is my first expo­sure to your work. What a lucky gig–I get a free copy of a good book mailed to me and then I get the author’s address so I can con­tinue the con­ver­sa­tion begun in my head while read­ing. What­ever ques­tions I have can go imme­di­ately to paper and into the mail, with some promise of an answer. I have to admit that I feel a bit stumped by all this free­dom. I don’t know how one should struc­ture a let­ter like this. Do you need to know some things about myself? I should think so. I am a 22 year-old girl, recently grad­u­ated from col­lege, liv­ing with my par­ents and one of my two broth­ers in Santa Bar­bara, Cal­i­for­nia, the town where I was born. I work in the box office of a the­atre com­pany and try to spend my free time writ­ing and read­ing. I have a blog, which is where this inter­view will end up. I think about aging way more than a 22 year-old should, so Meyer had my attention.

The thing I really liked about Meyer is the way you pre­sented old age–if that’s what you were doing–as a sort of rhythm rather than a par­tic­u­lar image or expe­ri­ence. Aging, as medi­ated by Meyer, is pri­vate and full of rep­e­ti­tion. It’s this rep­e­ti­tion, and his need to com­mu­ni­cate, that also pushes Meyer to invent. Aging is the process that both threat­ens and invig­o­rates his cre­ativ­ity. What do you think of my take on your novel? I guess I’m just gonna come right out and ask, is Meyer an account of what get­ting old is like, or is it say­ing some­thing about what get­ting old is, what it means. (This is prob­a­bly not the kind of ques­tion you like to be asked, you can just say some­thing unre­lated if you prefer.)

Fol­low up ques­tion: Do you have the urge to answer every ques­tion about your books with, “Read the book”? If yes, how do you deal with this? If no, or some­times, what sort of ques­tion do you like to be asked?

If we are get­ting to know Meyer through his writ­ing, then it’s the anx­ious yet delib­er­ate pace, the cir­cu­lar pat­tern of revi­sions, and the stub­born attach­ment to plain speech that are most telling. Is this the per­son that you wanted to show? What does his writ­ing conceal?

Tell me some­thing about the process of writ­ing Meyer. While read­ing it, it’s hard to imag­ine that it could’ve been any­thing but effort­less. At the same time, it shows a great deal of restraint. Was it very dif­fi­cult or very easy? Was it hard to bal­ance writ­ing about the past while mak­ing the story about the present?

What’s next? What avenues and new ideas did Meyer lead you to in your writing?

I’m done ask­ing ques­tions. Of course, feel free to add to or sub­tract from this inter­view as you see fit. It’s dif­fi­cult to ask ques­tions about a semi-autobiographical book with­out mak­ing approx­i­ma­tions of the ‘truth.’ Cor­rect and clar­ify as needed. Again, thank you so much for your time. I really can’t wait for your response, and to read more of your work.

Sin­cerely,

Alisha Adams

3 Responses to “Clear, unpretentious, genuine writing.”


  • Great stuff. Dixon’s fan­tas­tic, isn’t he? You should check out “Old Friends” -

    thanks for sharing.

  • I can’t wait to be in one place long enough to sub­scribe to things, like mcsweeney’s, and go to the library. I mean, I can wait. The point is, I appre­ci­ate your inter­view series here. Keep it uppp.

  • very awe­some. dixon has long been one of my favorites and i am about to ‘inter­view’ him also. i havent been able to do it yet because i am too ner­vous. but this made me feel good to read and now i think i can. thank you and nice work.

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