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Jonathan Franzen on writing

On Jonathan Franzen

From edited extracts from ‘Why Bother?’ a collection of essays by Jonathan Franzen.

This essay is, ‘How to be alone’ that appeared in the UK’s Saturday Guardian newspaper.

Jonathan Franzen’s model when he got out of college in 1981 for the kind of novel he wanted to write was Joseph Heller’s ‘Catch 22’.

This was 1992. So what is it now. I presume a bit of TV and radio would have given way to the Net’

‘The ambitious young fiction writer can’t help noting that, in a recent USA Today survey of 24 hours in the life of American culture, there were 21 references to television, eight to film, seven to popular music, four to radio, and one to fiction.’

I like how Jonathan Franzen relates the fall of the Soviet Union to the shift on car purchasing in the USA.

‘In 1993 -the swollen minivans and broad-beamed trucks that had replaced the automobile as the suburban vehicle of choice – these Rangers and Land Cruisers and Voyagers that were the true spoils of a war waged to keep American petrol cheaper than dirt.’

This brings a rye smile from me:

‘I was becoming so depressed that I could do little after dinner but flop in front of the TV. I could always find something delicious: M*A*S*H, Cheers, Homicide. Naturally, the more TV I watched, the worse I felt.’

I zap between E.R., Friends, Coupling and Simon Sharma.

‘If you are a novelist and you don’t feel like reading, how can you expect anybody else to read your books?’

This prompted me to go out and buy Zadie Smith’s, ‘White Teeth’, Tony Parson’s ‘Man and Boy’ and something else …  Michel Houellebeque’s ‘Platform’.

‘In the 19th century, when Dickens and Darwin and Disraeli all read one another’s work, the novel was the pre-eminent medium of social instruction. A new book by Thackery or William Dean Howells was anticipated with the kind of fever that a later December film release inspires today. The big, obvious reason for the decline of the social novel is that modern technologies do a much better job of social instruction. Television, radio and photographs are vivid, instantaneous media.’

What is a ‘social novel’ ?

I never studied English beyond school. I.e. Shakespeare, Thomas Hardy and Pope.

‘The essence of fiction is solitary work: the work of writing, the work of reading.’ Jonathan Franzen 1992

This is why writers need a shed. Or a yacht. Or a hermitage. I need to be alone, travelling, away from the phone and the internet.

I’d like a hermit’s cage; I’d like to be sent innocent girl’s in search of God so that I could put the Devil inside her. (If she were consenting and over the age of 18 of course, or is 16 in England.)

‘However sick with foreboding you feel inside, it’s best to radiate confidence and to hope that it’s infectious.’ Jonathan Franzen 1992.

There are echoes of Steven Pressfield’s ‘The War of Art’ all about ‘resistance’ … though Jonathan Franzen wrote this a decade ago.

Ripples, synchronicity. Blah Blah. Writer who writer about writing as they write.

‘Even harder to admit is depression. It’s not just that depression has become fashionable to the point of banality. The invitation to leave your depression behind, whether through medication or therapy or effort or will, seems like an invitation to turn your back on all your dark insights into the corruption and infantilism and self-delusion of the brave new McWorld … Instead of saying I am depressed you want to say I am right !’

And a bit more

‘Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression’s actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity. The more persuaded you are of your unique access to the rottenness, the more afraid you become of engaging with the world; and the less you engage with the world, the more perfidiously happy-faced the rest of humanity seems for continuing to engage with it.’

Don’t think about it, just do it.

Don’t even hesitate to look into your soul. Don’t do an Elvis. Narcissism and writing equals stalemate

‘There’s evidence that young writers today feel imprisoned by heir ethnic or gender identities – discouraged from speaking across boundaries by a culture in which television has conditioned us t accept only the literal testimony of the Self. And the problem is aggravated when fiction writers take refuge in university creative-writing programmes. Any given issue of the typical small literary magazine reliably contains variations on three general short stories: “My Interesting Childhood,” My Interesting Life in a College Town,” and “My Interesting Year Abroad”. As a reader I mourn the retreat into the Self and the decline of the broad-canvas novel.’

Just do it. Site down and write.

Lock yourself in a shed. Drink, wank, let go. Then write. Get on a yacht. Disappear to sea. Fly a rocket to the moon. Isolate yourself. No radio, no TV, no papers. No reference books. No contact with the outside world. No ‘writers groups’ at all. Sexperts are permitted.

‘I used to distrust creative-writing departments for what seemed to me their artificial safety, just as I distrusted book clubs for treating literature like a cruciferous vegetable that could be choked down only with a spoonful of socialising.’

Ha ! I knew this writer’s group thing was a waste of paste and space.

‘Readers and writers are united in their need for solitude, in their pursuit of substance in a time of ever-increasing evanescence: in their reach inward, via print, for a way out of loneliness.’

Tony Parson on writing and reading

Tony Parsons, on writing and reading

First posted in Diaryland on 02/10/2002

Finish ‘Man and Boy’.

Ultimately a light read, a travel book, a book for long journeys. I could skip through the pages, it mantained the pace, things kept happening. In brief, a soap for someone who never watches the soaps. Contemporary, even if the frequent references to a four then five year old playing with Star Wars figures is a decade out. Single parents do NOT have succesful careers while being busy parents. Paths do not cross the way the do in Ramsay Street yet this gives me clues on what to do with JTW.

What I need to do:

Set up my characters, like a child’s toys. Infest my world with them.

Contain the story by location

Limit the timescale

Work out what happens

Know my ending

Pace events across the chapters

Write more thinly, get the stories told.

Mike, directionless and drunk one Christmas Eve gets a blow job from a prositute, has an accident and has to drive the car without lights for the final stretch.

Found out by his wife she leaves him. He sinks deeper into drink and sex, then gets this idea in a car wash, that shift to a disused airfield.

Teaming up with J they set out to complete the challenge.

A compromise is found with the family, M gets on with being a housewife.

He cracks, heads for the seaside to be alone and work on the challenge.

Learning of his child’s accident he returns home

The task is attempted.

They eventually succeed.

With wealth and help he goes on to become a billionaire.

Why I don’t need to belong to a ‘writer’s group’

Five out of the seven cannot write.

We are supposed to be helping each other write novels, not help each other write, or find a voice.

I seek support and inspiration. S gives me support, no one inspires me. J’s efforts put me off writing. Trying to read his efforts feels like sticking my head i abowl of quick drying cement.

Tony Parsons, on writing and reading

First published on 02/10/2002 in Diaryland

Finish ‘Man and Boy’.

Ultimately a light read, a travel book, a book for long journeys. I could skip through the pages, it mantained the pace, things kept happening. In brief, a soap for someone who never watches the soaps. Contemporary, even if the frequent references to a four then five year old playing with Star Wars figures is a decade out. Single parents do NOT have succesful careers while being busy parents. Paths do not cross the way the do in Ramsay Street yet this gives me clues on what to do with JTW.

What I need to do:

Set up my characters, like a child’s toys. Infest my world with them.

Contain the story by location

Limit the timescale

Work out what happens

Know my ending

Pace events across the chapters

Write more thinly, get the stories told.

Mike, directionless and drunk one Christmas Eve gets a blow job from a prositute, has an accident and has to drive the car without lights for the final stretch.

Found out by his wife she leaves him. He sinks deeper into drink and sex, then gets this idea in a car wash, that shift to a disused airfield.

Teaming up with J they set out to complete the challenge.

A compromise is found with the family, M gets on with being a housewife.

He cracks, heads for the seaside to be alone and work on the challenge.

Learning of his child’s accident he returns home

The task is attempted.

They eventually succeed.

With wealth and help he goes on to become a billionaire.

Why I don’t need to belong to a ‘writer’s group’

Five out of the seven cannot write.

We are supposed to be helping each other write novels, not help each other write, or find a voice.

I seek support and inspiration. S gives me support, no one inspires me. J’s efforts put me off writing. Trying to read his efforts feels like sticking my head i abowl of quick drying cement.

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