Tom's House
Basic
For most of my life I have been a writer of nonfiction books, some of which have been successful enough to keep me going. Some others fell “deadborn from the press,” as the philosopher David Hume said of his book — great as it was —A Treatise of Human Nature. In the subject matter my books ranged widely: biography, criticism, local history, how-to, along with some humor. The result has been that I do not have what publishers today call "a strong platform." To have one of those, apparently, you have to specialize.
At present I am again trying my hand at something different — a novella. I have written and published a short story or two, but this is my first try at something more substantial. I am trying to tell a story as naturally as I can, but reading back over the first draft I find that my style is rather spare, the very opposite of the local color-packed novels of writers like James Lee Burke. I admire his work but find that mine is not at all like that. My storytelling seems to be more in the tradition of Albert Camus. In The Stranger the reader does not know much about the house Meursault lives in, what he looks like, or for that matter what his recently deceased mother looks like. All these details are stripped away to reveal a simple, though profound, narrative. His novel The Fall works the same way.
So my story is like that: rich in idea (I hope) and sparing in detail. Two epigraphs stand at the front of the text. The first is by St Jean Perse, from his Nobel Prize address: “When mythologies crumble, the devine takes refuge in poetry.” The second is from Emily Dickinson: “Because I could not stop for death / He kindly stopped for me.” The action takes place in a small Presbyterian Church on the outskirts of a southern city. The main theme is the problem of evil.
I have waited a long time to write this book, mainly because I was afraid to try it. Now the first draft is finished. I have gotten some positive feedback, but I am still wondering if it is a viable fiction. I look forward to sharing some of it with you when the opportunity arises.
At present I am again trying my hand at something different — a novella. I have written and published a short story or two, but this is my first try at something more substantial. I am trying to tell a story as naturally as I can, but reading back over the first draft I find that my style is rather spare, the very opposite of the local color-packed novels of writers like James Lee Burke. I admire his work but find that mine is not at all like that. My storytelling seems to be more in the tradition of Albert Camus. In The Stranger the reader does not know much about the house Meursault lives in, what he looks like, or for that matter what his recently deceased mother looks like. All these details are stripped away to reveal a simple, though profound, narrative. His novel The Fall works the same way.
So my story is like that: rich in idea (I hope) and sparing in detail. Two epigraphs stand at the front of the text. The first is by St Jean Perse, from his Nobel Prize address: “When mythologies crumble, the devine takes refuge in poetry.” The second is from Emily Dickinson: “Because I could not stop for death / He kindly stopped for me.” The action takes place in a small Presbyterian Church on the outskirts of a southern city. The main theme is the problem of evil.
I have waited a long time to write this book, mainly because I was afraid to try it. Now the first draft is finished. I have gotten some positive feedback, but I am still wondering if it is a viable fiction. I look forward to sharing some of it with you when the opportunity arises.