Lessons Learned from Recent Reading

As a teacher of writing, I often find myself envying my students. I often wish that instead of dispensing advice and criticism, I had someone to consult who could give me some answers when I'm working on a project that's frustrating me. I wonder, is there a creative writing class offered somewhere for teachers of creative writing? Not that I've found.

The closest thing to being in class that I've had since leaving school for the last time has been reading. And in this sense, over the past years, I've had an amazing array of teachers: E. M. Forster, Jean Stafford, L. Frank Baum, Bernard Malamud, Graham Greene, Sholem Asch, Kazuo Ishiguro and now a few others I'd like to mention.

The first is Ha Jin, whose novel Waiting I finished in about two days. It's the kind of story that makes you ache to get to the end to find out how it will turn out. The title refers to a doctor in the Chinese army who can't get the required permission from his wife to get a divorce so he can marry his girlfriend, and so he must wait eighteen years, after which, according to Chinese law, he can get the divorce without permission. (Note: if you're squeamish about plot spoilers, skip the next paragraph.)

When the doctor's wait is rewarded and he's allowed to marry his girlfriend, she wears him out with her voracious sexual appetite. Be careful when you get what you wish for, the book seems to be saying, because you just may get it in a way you don't expect. That's the life lesson. The writerly lesson, for me anyway, was that to avoid predictable endings because the action seems inevitable, is not to change what happens, but rather to let the inevitable happen in terms of action, while surprising the reader with character.

It's a lesson that was reinforced for me (by a somewhat negative example) in the new novel The Abstinence Teacher by Tom Perrotta. This new novel is as funny and compulsively readable as Perrotta's last book Little Children, and yet as it got to its inevitable ending (which I won't relate here), I felt let down. I almost wish Perrotta had continued the novel past the point where he stopped, the same way Ha Jin had, and then surprised us with what came next.

Another book that's taught me about managing predictable endings is Angela Carter's short story collection The Bloody Chamber, which recently I had the pleasure of finishing. Carter is known for taking fairy tales like Little Red Riding Hood or Beauty and the Beast and re-telling them while amping up the sex and violence. Again, these are stories with endings we as readers can see coming a mile off. So why do we keep turning the pages so eagerly? I think because Carter gives us such a visceral tour of the castles and forests and cottages these fairy tale characters inhabit, which were always a bit nebulous in the stories we read in childhood. For example, who knew Beauty's Beast kept an S & M chamber in his castle? Who could have guessed Red Riding Hood's Wolf was so good in the sack?

The last book I'll mention, Mystery and Manners by Flannery O'Connor, is actually a collection of lectures by this classic American writer, some from creative writing classes she'd taught. (So it's no surprise the book transported me back to being a student.) From her cantakerous yet brilliant essays, I get the sense I wouldn't have liked to be a student in one of her workshops, though I wouldn't have minded eavesdropping from the hallway. O'Connor herself would be the first one to acknowledge the inherent limitations of trying to teach writing, and warns her students to beware of any teacher who claims to have all the answers about how writing works, who "appear overenergetic."

Still, O'Connor's definition of what writing is about, the art of persuasion through the senses, seems as good as any I've ever come across. So is her description of the writing process, "during which the hair falls out and the teeth decay... It is a plunge into reality and it's very shocking to the system." And yet she finds it also a hopeful act. "People without hope not only do not write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them."

And maybe that's the best reason of all to read novels, especially in this Internet-text-messaging-video-game-playing age: as an act of hope.