Jim Krusoe discusses his latest novel Parisfal in this Q&A with Marco Kaye from the Los Angeles Review of Books.
MARCO KAYE: Several years ago, in an interview with Michael Silverblatt, you mentioned writing a novel about “the war between the earth and the sky,” an idea inspired by your son. After finishing it, you realized it didn’t work and shelved it as an “interesting experiment.” Can you talk about returning to this material, and how the Parsifal legend saved it?
JIM KRUSOE: I may have called it “interesting” back then, but what I really meant was terrible. It was a draft that had airships and submarines at perpetual war, and the crewmembers on both factions were nearly identical — why, I was never sure. I have seldom sighed a sigh of relief so deep as when I got to the end, took a step back, and realized it was completely impossible; I would never have to look at it again.
Then, about a month later, I was plunked down on my living room couch, itching to write something, as the prelude to Wagner’s Parsifal came on the radio. So I sat, looking out the front window at the cars passing by and at the guy across the street watering his lawn, and somehow it came to me that the war between the earth and sky wasn’t meant to be foreground, but the backdrop to the Parsifal story. And the core story, after all, was nothing more than that of a child raised in innocence who moves to experience.
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I waited until senior year of college to complete most of my GEs. I thought they’d be easy and boring but, in my final year at UCLA, I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed many of them. One of the classes I took to fulfill a requirement was Linguistics 1.
As was the case with many of my classes, only bits and pieces of what we learned really stuck with me. Something that has stuck, though, is the idea that some people’s brains attempt to interpret the sounds of instrumental music as language, while other people’s minds perceive the musical notes as non-lingual noises. This, I remember the professor saying, is the reason why some people can easily listen to lyric-free music while writing and studying, while others find it deeply distracting.
I’m one of the folks whose mind senses music—even without lyrics—as language. (Of course, it is a language of sorts. I don’t know much about music, but I do know that most classical pieces are organized in movements, which transition through an emotional journey and, in doing so, convey a story.) For those of us whose brains try to make sense of music as a language, we know that it’s tough to write while listening. It’s like there are two conflicting conversations taking place, vying for coherence and articulation.
At the same time, I know firsthand the merit that can be found in writing to music. For one, it’s a great way to cancel out noise. (I like writing in coffee shops and I can’t control the fact that there are often chatty groups at nearby tables.) It’s also an effective way for returning to a state of mind and mood; listening to a certain song sets a tone in me as a writer, which in turn lends consistency to the atmosphere of the book. It’s a sensory cue for writing, too. When I hear a certain song: ready, set, write. For me, this song is Beethoveen’s Sonata Number Fourteen.
Further, I’ve found that when I listen to this same classical song over and over my brain has a chance to make sense of it. After listening to something on repeat about 12,000 times, my brain no longer busies itself with trying to interpret the language of the music. Only the feel of the song, and the feeling it creates in my writing, remains.
I haven’t yet met a writer who enjoys getting a rejection letter. Over the years, I’ve heard lots of tips about dealing with rejection so that it doesn’t crush your soul into small fragments. I wish I could attribute the following advice to its sources. Please believe me when I say they come from good sources—published authors, produced playwrights, writing teachers, and professors. These are people who have been around the block.
Accept your feelings.
Rejection is going to sting some days more than others. Give yourself room to be disappointed, hurt, angry, whatever. Don’t deny how you feel. Even the most positive people are affected by rejection. But then they get back to creating.
The chips are stacked against you. There are many people out there writing and there isn’t enough room to publish each and every piece. Acknowledge this but don’t let it weigh you down. If you’re in the process of sending something off, start up another project. In this way, you’re not concentrating all of your energy in placing a story or landing an agent. Each time you go back to your notebook or computer and show up to do your work you are making movement forward. You’re moving forward with the project as well as developing your craft. You’re making yourself, and your writing, better.
If you don’t send your work out, then you’re not giving yourself a fair chance. Over the years I have heard that the average published story is rejected twenty-plus times before it is accepted. Gone with the Wind was rejected by more than 20 publishers. C.S. Lewis sent out more than 800 times before he made a sale. Keep being consistent and keep sending out.
Don’t give up.
Early on in my writing career, a college professor told me she had seen many talented writers fall to the wayside because they stopped writing or sending out. They were bogged down by the nos. Over time I have seen this happen. Don’t become overwhelmed by the negativity.
Hang on to positive rejections.
Not all rejections are created equal. If there is a personalized, scrawled note on your rejection, hang on to it. The digital equivalent is an email which compliments your writing specifically and encourages you to send more material. The slush piles are huge. The editor doesn’t have time to personalize rejections, so take their invitation and send them more work—when it’s ready, of course.
A shift in perception.
Every rejection gets you closer to a yes. This is true. In many ways, it is a numbers game. Not each story is for each editor. Even if you’ve written a fine story or book, there will be people out there that feel it’s not their cup of tea. This is nothing personal. It happens all the time. Haven’t you picked up a book others have raved about, only to put it down at page fifty, unable to continue?
Writing abounds with rejection. It’s a fact. You can’t let yourself get defeated by it. What you focus on tends to expand, so focus on what you love: the act of writing. Pay attention to your craft, to the word on the page. Make it the best you can, and when you’re sure, send it off and stay strong.
99u has compiled a list of writing advice from acclaimed authors.
Here are a few of our favorites:
Steven Pressfield: On starting before you’re ready…
"[The] Resistance knows that the longer we noodle around “getting ready,” the more time and opportunity we’ll have to sabotage ourselves. Resistance loves it when we hesitate, when we over-prepare. The answer: plunge in."
Kurt Vonnegut: On finding a subject…
"Find a subject you care about and which you in your heart feel others should care about. It is this genuine caring, and not your games with language, which will be the most compelling and seductive element in your style. I am not urging you to write a novel, by the way — although I would not be sorry if you wrote one, provided you genuinely cared about something. A petition to the mayor about a pothole in front of your house or a love letter to the girl next door will do."
Sarah Waters: On being disciplined…
"Treat writing as a job. Be disciplined. Lots of writers get a bit OCD-ish about this. Graham Greene famously wrote 500 words a day. Jean Plaidy managed 5,000 before lunch, then spent the afternoon answering fan mail. My minimum is 1,000 words a day – which is sometimes easy to achieve, and is sometimes, frankly, like shitting a brick, but I will make myself stay at my desk until I’ve got there, because I know that by doing that I am inching the book forward. Those 1,000 words might well be rubbish – they often are. But then, it is always easier to return to rubbish words at a later date and make them better."
Haruki Murakami: On building up your ability to concentrate…
"In private correspondence the great mystery writer Raymond Chandler once confessed that even if he didn’t write anything, he made sure he sat down at his desk every single day and concentrated. I understand the purpose behind his doing this. This is the way Chandler gave himself the physical stamina a professional writer needs, quietly strengthening his willpower. This sort of daily training was indispensable to him."
Now that I’ve turned in my draft and await final judgment, er, Final Review, I thought it’d be a good time to check in with Jerry Stahl, my mentor from the Emerging Voices Fellowship (which is now accepting applications, for all you writers out there). Jerry is the author of the memoir Permanent Midnight, a story collection, and six novels, including the upcoming Happy Mutant Baby Pills, due in October from Harper Perennial. I bought his latest, Bad Sex on Speed (referred to from now on as BSOS), a few months back and finally got around to reading it. It’s a collection of short pieces revolving around, well, you can probably guess from the title.
Q: Tell me about the genesis of your last book, BSOS?
I had been asked to write a book of poetry for a French publisher. Something around 100, 120 pages. Instead, in a crazed six weeks or so, this came out.
Q: What exactly is BSOS? A novel? Novella? Novelette? Novel-in-stories? I ask because I’m struggling to figure out what to call my own collection.
It’s a novel. But I don’t think too much about labels.
Q: What drew you back into writing about drugs, and, in particular, the world of meth addicts?
Last year I began a trial program at a hospital in LA to try and cure the hepatitis C I contracted a couple of decades ago, shooting heroin. One of the side effects of the drug was what the administrators called ‘brain fog.’ In fact, I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t string a coherent thought together. It was a bizarre situation. Needless to say, this freaked me for a minute. Then it hit me, what the hell, why not treat this, to steal a phrase from Iggy Pop, as some weird gift? So, given what was on my psycho-emotional plate, so to speak, at the time, a book crammed with the demented observations, memories, irrational writhings and rantings of meth-heads would not exactly be a stretch. What began as a liability would in fact make the book possible.
Q: The penultimate chapter in BSOS, “Crank-Tastics,” details a slew of famous speed freaks throughout history and especially in Hollywood. I’ve compared speed for artists to “juicing” for athletes; it can improve productivity in the short term, but wreak havoc in the long. Is there such a thing as responsible drug use? Are we, as the narrator of BSOS seems to believe, becoming a nation of addicts: Amphetamerica? And what the hell can we do about it?
Well, it’s no secret that Max Jacobsen, AKA Dr. Feelgood, (about whom a terrific biography has just come out), was feeding a steroid-and-amphetamine cocktail to everybody from JFK, Rod Serling, and Truman Capote to Mickey Mantle, Tennessee Williams, and Bob Fosse – to name a few. But, fascinating as the backstory may be, what a writer, painter, actor musician or any other kind of artist ultimately had to do to get the performance they got should make no difference. There’s a quotation from E M Cioran in my new novel, Happy Mutant Baby Pills – which of course I can’t completely remember. (The quotation, not the novel. Did I mention that trial drug thing?) The gist is, My life may be a living hell, but at least it is a hell of my own making.
As to ‘what we can do about it” – it’s a dreary and pointless question. We live in a fucked up world in a fucked up time with what looks like a brutal and fucked up future ahead. Not everybody can face reality with an all-natural smile. I don’t judge.
Q: BSOS feels very lived-in, we’re right in the meth-head’s mind. I’m curious how you entered that mind-state, while, presumably, you weren’t high yourself, and it had probably been a while since you were? Did your research, speak with current or recent addicts, etc.?
Along with my own hep-c-cure-induced, meth-adjacent pharmaceutical weirdness, I’ve also known my share of speed freaks over the years. One man’s blow-off-his-own-penis-on-bathtub-meth agony is another man’s happy anecdote. Not to mention there’s a grand tradition – one of my favorite underground books of all time is Warhol Factory denizen Taylor Mead’s little classic, “On Amphetamine and in Europe.” Not that I was a particular amphetamine fan. But why should that matter?
Stay tuned for next week’s Part Two, in which we delve into more of society’s ills, the pleasures of domesticity, the joys of writing screenplays, and the elusiveness of the second-person P.O.V.
Jerry Stahl is the author of six books, including the memoir Permanent Midnight, (made into a movie with Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson) and the novels I, Fatty and Pain Killers. Formerly "Culture" columnist for Details, Stahl's fiction and journalism have appeared in Esquire, the New York Times, and the Believer, among other places. He has worked extensively in film and television and, most recently, wrote Hemingway & Gellhorn, starring Clive Owen and Nicole Kidman, for HBO.
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