Author! Author!: Margaret Atwood

Update: Strange as it is to post an update before you publish the actual post, this post does call for an update. See, I was writing this post this morning (Saturday morning, as I am also writing this update on Saturday the 14th) while cruising around the internet for information about Margaret Atwood. I saw her quote about Lady Macbeths (which is down below, in the body of the post), and decided to ask Twitter and Facebook followers about their favorite villainness.

I ended up quoting the Lady Macbeth line to someone who responded, which must have triggered some sort of search thing–or maybe I mentioned her, I can’t remember which–because this happened:

And I nearly wet myself.

Of course, this created a few hours moments of utter panic, since, when I started writing this post, I never dreamed that it would show up in the Margaret Atwood’s Twitter feed. Knowing there’s a chance that you might be looking at this post now, Ms. Atwood, please know that I did my best to get it right. – Susie

A word after a word
after a word is power.

– Margaret Atwood, “Spelling”

Margaret Atwood

Born: November 18, 1939; Canadian

Notable Works: The Handmaid’s Tale, Oryx and Crake, The Blind Assassin, Cat’s Eye, The Year of the Flood, The Robber Bride, also everything she’s ever written

Genre: Speculative fiction; literary fiction; sciency fiction (but not science fiction)

Margaret Atwood is a writer after my own heart. She’s wry, she’s prolific, she’s active on the internet. Her writing is deeply entwined with the movement of progressive women, she’s adamantly anti-censorship. Her writing goes where women sometimes fear to tread (or feared, at least, when her earlier books were published); her work includes darker dystopian themes and, although she says she doesn’t write science fiction (she prefers the term “speculative fiction”), she does write in the family of science and fantasy fiction genres that is, even now, still largely a boys’ club. She uses the word “amalgamated.” I adore Margaret Atwood.

Atwood started writing at the age of five or six, and knew she wanted to be a professional writer by the time she was sixteen. She announced this at lunch one day in the school cafeteria; her friends thought she had gone “completely berzerk.” At the time, writers were “usually dead English people. A few dead American people. So as far as anybody knew, there only was one Canadian writer and that was Stephen Leacock,” so it was considered an odd course to determine for oneself if you lived in Canada. Once she decided she was going to be a writer, however, Atwood dug in her heels and made it happen–despite the lack of writers’ resources available to her, not to mention almost nonexistent contemporary role models. She wrote for sixteen years before becoming a published author, all the while pursuing a graduate degree at Harvard/Radcliffe, taking day jobs, cashier jobs, and eventually teaching jobs to pay the bills.

“When I started in Canada it was very hard to be a writer. Very few Canadian writers were published, even in Canada. If you wrote a novel you were told that there weren’t enough readers in Canada, you must get a publisher in Britain, or the US. Then – Catch 22 – you were told your work was too Canadian.” – Margaret Atwood, in an interview for The Guardian

“My mother said: If you want to be a writer, maybe you should learn to spell. [Laughs] And I said: Others will do that for me. And they do. Either it’s the real person editor, or it’s the little man hiding in the computer who comes out and waves his hands at you and underlines your things with squiggly lines.” – Margaret Atwood, in an interview for January Magazine

One of Atwood’s earliest literary influences was a childhood gift–a complete edition of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. She recalls that her sister was frightened of the stories, but Atwood loved them; the stories intrigued her, as she recounted to Joyce Carol Oates in 1978 (link requires login): “the other interesting thing about these stories is that, unlike the heroines of the more conventional and redone stories, such as ‘Cinderella’ and ‘Little Red Riding Hood,’ the heroines of these stories show considerable wit and resourcefulness and usually win, not just by being pretty [or] virtuous, but by using their brains.” This influence shows up time and again in Atwood’s work now, where brainy and resourceful women often reign supreme.

Atwood skirts around the idea that she is a feminist writer, however. She certainly is a feminist, no doubt about that–but, she said, she falls between extremes, and wouldn’t call herself a feminist novelist. She also brushes off suggestions by some that her novels, such as The Handmaid’s Tale, are feminist tracts in disguise. “Novels are not slogans. If I wanted to say just one thing,” she said in an interview, “I would hire a billboard.”

“Where have all the Lady Macbeths gone? Gone to Ophelias, every one, leaving the devilish tour-de-force parts to be played by bass-baritones.” – Margaret Atwood

(Have I mentioned how oh-so-quotable she is? I thought about doing this whole post in just quotes.)

Robert McCrum from The Guardian uncovered yet another of Atwood’s influences, and pinned down one of the main reasons that Margaret Atwood is so damned fascinating: “Is [Atwood], I wondered, not something of a Victorian in her prodigious output and range of interests? ‘Oh yes,’ she replies unfazed. ‘Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.’ Now, finally, we are beginning to approach the origins of her best work.” From rare birds, to comic books, to science, to economics, to literature, to Twitter, keeping up with Margaret Atwood requires a little bit of curiosity about everything and a willingness to be educated as you go. One of her current passions, which shows up in her writing and in interviews, is her concern about humanity’s unsustainable mode of living. Although these themes become foreboding in her novels, Atwood also maintains that all is not lost, referring to our problems as a “super-challenge.” Much like her foray into Twitter, when posed with a challenge, Atwood always seems to greet it with nothing short of fearlessness and relentless curiosity. Oh, and brilliance.

Margaret Atwood has had an overwhelmingly prolific career. Besides writing novels, Atwood is also a poet; she has published more than twenty volumes of poetry (some of which are anthologies of previous volumes). Atwood has also written children’s books, non-fiction books, collections of short fiction, and converted The Penelopiad, one of her novels, into a play. She’s written television scripts, book reviews, articles, and has done a few recordings. She has her own bird-friendly coffee blend. She even has a CafePress shop, where you can buy shirts she designed. At 72, she doesn’t show any signs that she’s ready to retire–except when it comes to giving book blurbs, a subject on which she has composed a poem to explain her policy. I’m looking forward to see what work she has on the horizon. It could literally be anything that she could imagine.

Author! Author!: Cormac McCarthy

Welcome to our first edition of Author! Author!, a series in which we intend to spotlight various authors (no, really, it’s about authors) as the mood strikes us. Some of you may discover new facts about favorite authors, some may discover new authors altogether, and some will probably just delete their e-mail notification without even reading this post–but, such is life and the internet. Enjoy!

“I’m not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.” — Cormac McCarthy

Cormac McCarthy

Born: 20 July 1933 (as Charles McCarthy)

Notable Works: The Road (Pulitzer winner), No Country for Old Men, Blood Meridian, Suttree, The Border Trilogy

Genre: Western, Southern Gothic

Often compared to: William Faulkner, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Ernest Hemingway, Joseph Conrad, Herman Melville

Cormac McCarthy has been described as a “writer’s writer.” Although he spent a good deal of his early writing life largely undiscovered, he has long been a literary darling–insofar as a man who thoroughly believes that the writer’s occupation is to deal in death can be a literary darling. Despite his brutally bloody scenarios, McCarthy has generated a body of work that has scooped up one significant prize–a Pulitzer for The Road–and many cash prizes and fellowships along the way, skirting just shy of that mother of literary lifetime achievement awards: the Nobel that some feel he is long overdue to win.

It must have been fate or luck that landed McCarthy’s first manuscript, the 1965 novel The Orchard Keeper, in the hands of Albert Erskine at Random House. Erskine had been William Faulkner’s editor until Faulkner’s death in 1962; he went on to edit for McCarthy for the next twenty years. After Erskine retired, McCarthy moved from Random House to Alfred A. Knopf, where he began to get more recognition for his work.  He published All the Pretty Horses with them in 1992, which hit the New York Times bestseller list and gave McCarthy’s readership a huge boost. His general popularity has been steadily rising ever since, with further thanks to the film based on No Country for Old Men and the Oprah Book Club nod (and subsequent film option) to The Road.

“I ended up in the Southwest because I knew that nobody had ever written about it. Besides Coca-Cola, the other thing that is universally known is cowboys and Indians. You can go to a mountain village in Mongolia and they’ll know about cowboys. But nobody had taken it seriously, not in 200 years. I thought, here’s a good subject. And it was.”

Cormac McCarthy is a Salinger-esque loner, a recluse, a hermit, and for all of that, he’s apparently a personable guy that one would like to know (unlike Salinger, if the reports are not greatly exaggerated). In one of the few interviews that Cormac McCarthy has ever granted, Richard B. Woodward wrote, “For such an obstinate loner, McCarthy is an engaging figure, a world-class talker, funny, opinionated, quick to laugh. Unlike his illiterate characters, who tend to be terse and crude, he speaks with an amused, ironic manner.” In other words, Cormac McCarthy is just like my dad–which explains why a girl with daddy issues (me) might be drawn to his writing, which is masculine, wild, and nearly totally devoid of the fairer sex.

Depending on how delicate your sensibilities are, it may be wise to approach McCarthy in reverse chronological order, as his newer works seem to be slightly less thorny. All the Pretty Horses lacks the bloodiness that some of his other works have (confession: I haven’t yet finished the trilogy, bad me, but I did love Pretty Horses–such a girl thing to say, no?); No Country for Old Men is plenty violent but a more straightforward thriller. His older works seem even more violent; about Blood Meridian, a novel that was voted one of the best American novels of this century, Harold Bloom said, “I read it on the recommendation of a friend, Gordon Lish, a New York book editor and a specialist in fiction. He said that it was a very splendid work, but that he was always appalled by the violence of it, and I wondered what he meant. . . . The first time I read Blood Meridian, I was so appalled that while I was held, I gave up after about 60 pages.”  Yet, Bloom placed it into his canon of the American Sublime when he finally finished the book, so there must be something under the gore that sticks.

“I remember [McCarthy] said to me that Blood Meridian is about human evil, whereas The Road is about human goodness.” – John Hillcoat, director of The Road

The violence doesn’t stem from a juvenile, gleeful need to pull the wings off of flies, but rather, from the need to probe the ultimate weaknesses of humanity. Says Woodward, “[McCarthy's] list of those whom he calls the “good writers” — Melville, Dostoevsky, Faulkner — precludes anyone who doesn’t ‘deal with issues of life and death.’ Proust and Henry James don’t make the cut. ‘I don’t understand them,’ he says. ‘To me, that’s not literature. A lot of writers who are considered good I consider strange.’” This makes sense when one considers Harold Bloom’s assertion that McCarthy “tends to carry his influences on the surface”; rather, he writes from such a small sphere that he considers to be literature that his influences must be strongly present throughout. It’s almost literary inbreeding–the kind that the Egyptians wish were biologically possible, the kind that produces more kings instead of deformed, sad children who get picked on because their mama is also their cousin, or something like that.

(Side note: Cormac McCarthy would possibly be in agreement with “Magical Realism? That doesn’t even make sense!” guy. He said in a discussion with the Coen brothers for Time, “I’m not a fan of some of the Latin American writers, magical realism. You know, it’s hard enough to get people to believe what you’re telling them without making it impossible. It has to be vaguely plausible.”  Then again, he at least knows that magical realism exists, so I’m guessing he probably wouldn’t agree with that guy after all.)

For those who get tripped up reading books that are dialect-heavy, McCarthy may be an author to avoid; he is known for his heavy but effective use of southern and western dialects, picked up from years of living in Tennessee and Texas.  Also notable about his writing are unusual turns of phrase; McCarthy doesn’t so much use language as he molds it to suit his needs, combining dialect and free-flowing wordplay to take the reader into uncharted literary waters. Describing an ambidextrous man in Blood Meridian, McCarthy wrote, “he is as either-handed as a spider”; from Suttree:  ”He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life’s other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand.” McCarthy has his own writing rhythm, drums in the heart of darkness that only he can hear.

Don’t flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain’t christian. — Outer Dark, Cormac McCarthy

McCarthy still writes at age 78; he’s working on a novel right now, one set in New Orleans that focuses on an intriguing woman (!) who committed suicide and her brother coping with her death. According to McCarthy, in his late years, he mainly only wants to write and spend time with his son. “I hear people talking about going on a vacation or something and I think, what is that about? I have no desire to go on a trip. My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That’s heaven. That’s gold and anything else is just a waste of time.” Good news for McCarthy fans, eh?

What are your feelings on Cormac McCarthy? Know other authors you’d suggest to McCarthy fans? Interested in trying him out? Leave your comments below!

Suggested reading:

All the Pretty Horses

Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

No Country for Old Men

The Road

Suttree