Sunday, July 22, 2012

Confessions of a Tortured Artist--from three years ago.


"Life, friends, is boring," John Berryman wrote in his famous poem, Dream Song #14. In his next breath, he warns: “We must not say so.”

Berryman's mother apparently told him, as he reports, “Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no Inner Resources.” It never fails to amuse me that Berryman’s next line is the self-deprecating and obviously just plain wrong, “I conclude now I have no Inner Resources because I am heavy bored.”

I love this poem because I know exactly what Berryman means. (Or meant.) I get incredibly bored sometimes and find myself just puttering or wasting time reading the same old online news sites, and yet, I definitely have plenty to do. I have, actually, an all-too-active inner life plus a ridiculously full schedule (raising two children, teaching) that takes care of the outside. Why, then, the ennui?

I have determined the source of my feelings of boredom/depression (and one could certainly argue, I think, that they are one and the same, and that Berryman is actually writing about feeling empty, despite what he has, and what he knows).

I think that the emptiness, and sometimes hopelessness, stems from the constant nagging sense I have that, despite all my efforts, despite a spate of talent and good intentions, I am simply not living up to my potential. Somewhere along the way, I fear that I fell behind. I wonder if I will ever catch up. I wonder if I will live to realize any big success at all.

What my Potential is, I am not quite sure. I just know that it has something to do with artistic expression. It has to do with producing a body of work that, somehow, lives on.

*Note: three years after writing this, I have one book that's just released (The Beautiful Anthology). and another set to release (Too Cool for School). I have still have two novels on thumbdrives: the "surefire award-winners" as my agent said, but then never tried to sell because "no one is buying anything." I was despondent about two years ago, thinking about my novel Pretty Freaky languishing on her Kindle while I waited months and months for the Big Decision about whether or not the agency would try to sell. But now I realize that I can't depend on anyone else to set me up. I have to take control. I am not at the mercy of commercial publishing's lack of taste, or the vagaries of the market. Hell, I worked in commercial publishing! I know how this thing works. I am the master of my fate--no one else is.

I have plenty of work I’ve produced, that’s for sure. The question is: will anyone see it? Will I influence anyone positively? Will my existence make a difference in the world?  (*Guess what? Done and done. Yay for me. It will only get better from here.)

I don’t want to be the person who spends her vacation time cleaning closets or organizing seasonal clothes. I know many people who report that’s what they did for three days, and then they were "bored and had nothing to do.” I could find a million things to do. I would be so happy to have extra time to think. And yet, I know even that would not be enough and that it would get old quickly. I would still have the persistent, lingering fear, feel the painful, haunting twinge that tells me I am, perennially, lacking.

Consciously, I know it is a blessing to have both the urge to make a difference and the ability to create lasting art. But it is also a burden. It weighs on me. It pressures me. It makes me feel at once both superior and inferior. In the end, I am stuck with mediocre, and to me, that’s not good enough.

I want to exceed expectations, including my own. I want something good to come out of what was difficult. As Berryman did, I hope to take the dull and transform it into something meaningful and lasting, something that speaks to other people fifty years from now.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Beautiful Links




Links for The Beautiful Anthology from TNB Books!

The Beautiful Anthology at Indiebound


The Beautiful Anthology at Powell’s

The Beautiful Anthology at Barnes and Noble

The Beautiful Anthology at Amazon


See our page on Goodreads, too!


Watch our awesome book trailer...crafted for us by filmmaker David Grossbach.


Please feel free to write a review on any site if you've read and enjoyed the book.


Like us on Facebook.


A Beautiful podcast from Brad Listi's well-received "Other People" series is here, free on iTunes. Bung it to your iPod (if bunging is a real word) and enjoy when you have an hour to think about life and literature and gossipy things.


We were psyched to be mentioned in GalleyCat's coming attractions here.


Read Beatrice Chernikoff's interview with me in TNB: "A Beautiful Conversation..."

Here is another editor interview on author Caroline Leavitt's acclaimed blog series, CarolineLeavittville.


Also don't forget to read the excellent literary Web site, The Nervous Breakdown!


(P.S., if underlines under links get funky, that is not me; they are fine in draft but tend to randomly appear and disappear on post.)


More links to come...


Happy reading, and have a Beautiful day.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Life Lessons from Elephants


Found via 1,000,000 Pictures. 
Photograph courtesy Martin Nyfeler

An elephant (top left frame) is suddenly attacked while drinking from river. A lurking crocodile bites her trunk and tries to drag her into the water. Notice that the elephant's baby is behind her, terrified--but the mom keeps baby back. 

The crocodile cannot be shaken off, so the elephant mom turns away from river and runs. Baby falls down (but was reportedly okay) and appears to be sitting on crocodile in last frame. No, it was just a scary moment. 

Both elephants are hurt, but survived and were later seen the same day when they returned to the river to drink.

Lessons: You never know when something evil is going to bite you. All you can do is refuse to allow yourself to be dragged down. Shake it off, and leave the monster(s) behind. Don't look back, but also don't be afraid to pick up where you left off. You might be hurt by crocodiles, but if your will is strong, you will recover.

Interesting that I wrote about a very similar situation in the forthcoming Too Cool...

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The History Boys--So Many Parallels...

I actually listened to Leonard Maltin the other day and ordered this British film on demand (99 cents!). 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45OsKkHhv90



Startled by the parallels with my own ideas about teaching (I am, and have always been, very concerned with total education, producing well rounded, fully literate students and human beings--and yet, most of my teaching is hardcore SAT and SAT II test prep in specialized, afterschool sessions), I loved this movie.

There's so much here that resonated with me, except of course for the pervy parts.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Tyler Stoddard Smith: a humorist who "never tells jokes."



With Tyler Stoddard Smith’s new book about prostitutes, there is no fear of reading any solemn, stodgy accounts of the brazen businesswomen and men the French call “les grandes horizontales.”
Whore Stories: A Revealing History of the World’s Oldest Profession (on sale now, from Adams Media) is a saucy, shocking survey of 100+ whores—as well as public figures we might not have known were once employed in the sex trade.
When it comes to translating dry, historical, or biographical material into rich, mirth-filled nuggets of prose, Smith is at his best. Whore Stories is outrageous, intelligent, and very funny. It turns out that whores are regular people, too—and many irregular, especially famous people once whored themselves out to get where they are.
As Smith writes of Al Pacino (a surprising addition to his entertaining essays and mini-exposés of infamous whores):

"Dog Day AfternoonThe Devil’s AdvocateScent of a WomanThe InsiderSea of Love . . . Cruising? Perhaps it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that at one time, the über-actor Al Pacino made his daily bread by slanging himself as a sexual spazzino on the island of Sicily. That’s right, before the accolades and before his acting ‘style’ devolved into either whispering or screaming his lines, Pacino the prostitute was a lead role."

Pacino was certainly not the only male thespian involved in whoring. Smith also skewers Inside the Actor’s Studio host, James Lipton, who has admitted his  salad days in Paris as a low-level pimp:

"Today, James Lipton is looking down the barrel at his ninetieth birthday, but all indications are that this histrionic Methuselah may continue pursuing the Holy Grail of Cinema long after solar flares have consumed the rest of us. He’s no Snoop Dogg, but James Lipton and his supercilious baritone, along with his feast of insights and inanities, no doubt sent home from Paris countless young Americans with a thriving colony of genital warts after looking for love in all the wrong plazas."

            Of course, there are the famous whores, such as Xaviera Hollander, the “Happy Hooker” from Penthouse fame. And the violent ones, such as Smith’s personal favorite in terms of pure drama (and uncalled-for violence): Mary “Bricktop” Jackson of New Orleans, who beat her johns senseless in a series of signature, sadistic moves. So, too, there are the Hollywood whores: Thirteen women have won Oscars for playing prostitutes.  Smith covers all types of whores in his raucous compendium of what can happen when money is charged for sex.
With Whore Stories, the always funny Smith (when asked how a pregnant Snooki was going to fit into the new season of Jersey Shore, he responded, “Sweatpants? I don’t know. Look, I just want Tila Tequila back, then we can talk reality,”) explained that he didn’t even have to try to be funny in his new book.  “These prostitutes, pimps, and madams were crazy and funny all on their own. Whore Stories is meant to be humorous, but it’s also meant to be informative and explore some of the darker sides of this ‘career,’ as well.”
For a writer and humorist (or humorous writer) who says he “never tries to tell jokes”—as in, ‘A man walks into a bar…’ Tyler Stoddard Smith’s mind can’t stop dreaming up the funniest way to say things.
“I don’t want people to feel obligated to laugh,” the soft-spoken, surprisingly shy Smith explains of his humor and his disinclination to present obvious jokes for a presumed chuckle. “I know what made me laugh while I was writing, but trying to be funny can often mean trying too hard.  This is why I have such awe of stand-up comedy. It’s not what I do; I‘m a writer. But I don’t want be taken too seriously, that’s for sure.”
So what makes whores funny? “They make people uncomfortable, which is funny,” Smith says. “People also make such grandiose (and often negative) assumptions about prostitution and prostitutes, and they don’t for a moment consider them as people, as individuals. That is inordinately sad, but given the vast number of people who have visited prostitutes, it’s also hypocritical and emblematic.”
By Smith’s own estimation, Whore Stories pays equal attention to both he- and she-whores. But is “whore” now a bad word?  “It stings a little, I know,” Smith admits. “I think it’s a pretty weighted word, at least because, historically, it has been used as a derogatory term, most typically to describe a female. By giving all these whores an unvarnished look, I’m trying to—in a sense—reclaim the word.” His book, Smith explains, might have been more P.C. if titled Sex Worker Stories, “but that doesn’t have any pop.”
Tyler Stoddard Smith

Making facts  “pop” and morph into something new is what Smith often does.  In his inimitable style, Smith works by conducting deep research (usually on Google, especially Google books, he says), then incorporating this serious, historical, philosophical and cultural background into his writings—while ripping on the geniuses who spread big thoughts and created these lasting, iconic impressions. Those jarring juxtapositions, and the absurdity of the situations Smith imagines give life to his unique writing voice.
Indeed, Smith researched well-known quotes about beauty and incorporated them into “Truth and Booty,” a rollicking essay/story (a bit of fact and a hefty dose of fiction) now out in TNB Books’ new collection, The Beautiful Anthology, released June 9.

In his piece in The Beautiful Anthology, Smith riffs on a quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson:

“'Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.’ An ironic statement from a man who spent most of his life cooped up in his study, groaning about ‘the infinitude of the private man.’ To be fair, Emerson…once traveled to England where he confused Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s opium for cinnamon (in the ensuing vision quest, he suggested Coleridge publish “Kublai Khan” as a pop-up book, throwing Coleridge into a frenzy, who then asked the blitzkrieged Brahmin, ‘Why am I not getting any fucking buzz from this? This is exactly what you get when you deal with the Moroccans, Ralphie!’”).

Smith admits that his encyclopedic interests and wide-ranging reading habit help him to create his own humorous works (his stories have been featured in: UTNE Reader, McSweeney's, Esquire, The Best American Fantasy, VICE and The Morning News, among others. He is also a regular contributor at the literary Web site, The Nervous Breakdown and an associate editor of the online humor site, The Big Jewel).  
When a variety of material is read routinely and if, as Smith explains, “you reach far enough in all directions, you can pretty much connect anything, and that’s what I often try to do. I find an interesting topic or premise, then I try to hitch it to something ostensibly incompatible and see if it moves. That’s why I’ve written stories about Jean-Paul Sartre as a 911 operator and Emily Dickinson being coached in rap battling.”
            Smith also tries to keep a lot of balls (no pun intended) in the air, working on an assortment of projects at the same time in order to keep fresh and keep busy. He even has a web series called Cody Gambol.  The writing business is picking up, though as Smith admits, everything in today’s publishing climate is a difficult sell. But “even rejection letters are getting more encouraging. Although I did recently receive a letter from a publication that said they were more interested in ‘fiction and nonfiction’ than in what I had provided. Fiction and nonfiction kind of covers the spectrum, so that was discouraging. But my friends [have been] exceedingly encouraging, and my parents have always been preposterously supportive, so much so that I wonder if they aren’t bullshitting me.”
            The conversation then segues to Smith’s observation that many prostitutes have died, inauspiciously, on the toilet. Asked what commentary about dying on the toilet he might offer, particularly since Elvis (not a whore) died that way, Smith says, “…it seems like Sudden Toilet Death (STD?) afflicts those tormented by a sense of dwindling fame. Or perhaps dwindling fame causes one’s bowels to move with more regularity, so there’ s just more bowl time in general. This is something for Steven Pinker, not me. But Steve and I had a falling out over his mullet, so the research probably won’t get done.” Jokes aside, Smith says, “I think dying on the toilet is sad at first, then funny. Of course, the only thing funnier is ignoring the fact that someone died on the toilet.”
            Humor is a part of life, after all. “It’s important to laugh, even if you can’t be happy.” Smith says. “Humor can be like an episodic shock of happiness. A little taste.”
            So, even when the subject is serious (one-eighth of Whore Stories is dedicated to serial killer prostitutes, after all), there’s no reason not to laugh.  It’s yin and yang:  “Recognizing one’s own faults and absurdities in others” is what brings out humor in people, Smith notes. “It’s a strange blend of empathy and cruelty.”--Elizabeth Collins