A Link to More Things Tom Spanbauer
Yeah, Tom’s a little ribald, but he does say some profound things about third-person v. first-person, and about burning the language. The following link contains an interview from 2014 and an award acceptance speech. This is Tom all over. Suzy Vitello and Lydia Yuknavitch are both highlighted.
Writing is nothing if not pattern recognition. Tom talked about his teacher, Gordon Lish, exactly like he talked about his own father: with a huge unresolved rage and love. Tom could rail all evening about how cruel or manipulative Lish had been. Then, recite everything Lish had ever taught him, articulate it perfectly to us.
For In the City of Shy Hunters, Tom’s editor had been Gary Fisketjon, and when Gary pushed Tom to cut major sections of the manuscript Tom retaliated. He told higher-ups that Gary had rejected Fight Club when it was first written, and Tom tried to get Gary fired. It was a steaming mess. Gary had never seen my manuscript, but now Tom was hating Gary as intensely as he did his own father, and Gordon Lish. But Tom also love Gary F and learned from him.
Tom and I battled each other over so many aspects of writing. He seemed to hold that writing had to feel like a multi-year journey into a miserable coal mine. And I held that writing should be a wild party. Life seemed suck enough, I didn’t want to spend my free time in a coal mine. Finally an accident forced us to a showdown. A university hosted us both at a writing conference, and booked us to share a cabin. Fight Club had blown up as a phenom, and Tom hated it. We drank and yelled and drank and vented and drank and went out with students to splash into the ocean late that night. And nothing was settled, but everything was expressed. And that was good enough.
Book tour begins tomorrow. See you then. See you there.
In jiujitsu, you are not just a black belt. You are a Rickson Gracie black belt or a Jean Jacques- Machado black belt. You are a black belt of your teacher. This feels akin.
Thanks for sharing these, Chuck.
I won't bore with details, but since about my freshman year of college, I've been slowly reading his books in reverse-chronological order. Not in a "I can't be bothered to finish" kind of way, but more like the books call to me when I'm in a place where I can actually hear them. Whenever I'm in a big, new stage of life, or things get really hard, a Tom Spanbauer starts to glow.
To me, Tom gets younger and younger.
Some time last summer, I retyped The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon word for word. Not that it's easy for me to demonstrate the way that Tom moves on the page, but it did gift me a sort of flow chart between recording angel, going on the body, unpacking, talking to God, and saddling your horse.
Steve A. was kind enough to gift me a signed copy of Far Away Places. I think I'll read that next when life gets a little more quiet.
Good luck on your tour! I'd come cheer you on at Powell's, but Chelsea needs her whipping boy at workshop.