Autumn at UCD

Autumn leaves at UCD. The mild weather led to more sugar being produced, hence the fab leaf colour, apparently!

The semester's teaching ended this week. [As a p/t MFA student, teaching was my only commitment, apart from writing, writing, writing, of course.]We looked for ways to trigger creative responses, and at elements of the craft such as creating characters, writing openings, using the senses, and writing dialogue. We read stories from Gish Jen, Kevin Barry, Alice Munro, Lydia Davis, Deborah Levy, James Joyce and Donal Ryan, and tried to figure out how and why these stories worked, and which attributes we could steal and apply to our own stories. Later, we read stories from the students themselves and even had a go at workshopping, which was both fun and productive. I look forward to receiving the portfolios in due course.

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Necessary Reading at Necessary Fiction

 A teacher once told me that we all want/need our offspring to be brighter, faster, and better looking than we are ourselves. It hadn't occurred to me to want any of these - I was content to make it to sleeping-through-the-night and staying healthy. But in an evolutionary light, he is, of course, right. 

In the same way, I believe it is important for writers to continuously stimulate and challenge ourselves as readers. Because we all want to get better, don't we; we want the next book to be better than the last. Stagnation does no good for the writer or her readers, or the literature project in general.

Necessary Fiction is a webjournal which, along with one story each Wednesday, research and translation notes, and a writer in residence, publishes book reviews. At NF, they're 'interested in reviewing fiction from independent publishers, with a moderate emphasis on short story collections, novellas and translations.' I'm lucky enough to occasionally contribute to the latter, and one of the perks is receiving the kind of wonderful stuff I might not be able to pick up in my local bookshops. Bess, a chapbook by Daphne Gottlieb, was one such read, and my review is up today.


But the best bit is the five other reviews - commissioned by review editor Michelle Bailat Jones, a woman who knows where to get the good stuff - among which I'm likely to find my next outside-the-mainstream read. 

After that, nothing remains but to BE one of those reviewed books (or at the very least, a Wednesday story...)

Suddenly A Knock On The Door

When reading a collection of short stories I tend to put the book down when each story ends. This is to give me time to reflect on it, but also, like drawings on an Etch-A-Sketch, to clear away one story before preparing to imagine another. In complete contradiction to this habit, I picked this up yesterday and haven't put it down since. It's a breath of fresh air. The stories are quirky, funny, and incredibly original. It's not that they don't merit reflection — they do — but it's the kind of collection that, without being a linked collection, is more than the sum of its parts. I suspect its impact will continue long after I finish reading — the best litmus test (especially if I ever happen to visit Tel Aviv again, where most (all?) of the stories are set, and which, if Keret's stories are in any way representative, is a truly strange and wonderful place).

LADIES CHANGING AREA

Automatic writing is well and good if the muse has flown, but I find it a bit of a waste of valuable writing time if I'm in the thick of a project and not sure where I'm going next. Today my character was running away from her Irish midlands home, to London. But I don't know London, at least, not what it's like to live there. And the Ladies' Changing Area did nothing to solve that problem. But walking there down the Bull Wall, and hanging out on the steps wondering if I'd ever get brave enough to actually change, and swim there, did clear the head. And I think my character will live in a squat which she'll reach via concrete steps smelling strongly of urine...

Publication in Eclectica

I'm thrilled to have my story, Yehudit, appearing in Eclectica today, and in such fantastic company. Have a read of The Testimony of Jayce B and I've Always Thought Marjorie Was Ok if you visit.

'One of the longest surviving ezines. Eclectica Magazine has been online since 1996, and we have had more notable and top ten stories recognized by the storySouth Million Writers Award than any other publication. We pride ourselves on giving everyone (high schoolers, convicts, movie executives, etc.) an equal shot at publication, based solely on the quality of their work.'

Reviewing 'Bess' by Daphne Gottlieb for Necessary Fiction

It's been a while since I could be accused of doing anything 'edgy', but...
Reviewing Bess by Daphne Gottlieb for Necessary Fiction's 'short fiction' reviews special is proving exciting right from the moment of the envelope hitting the hall floor —as you can see. I look forward to the challenge.