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Jeffrey
Ford
Interviewed
by Gavin J. Grant
BookSense.com:
How did you prepare yourself to write from the point of view of an artist for
The
Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque? Are you a painter as well as a writer?
Jeffrey
Ford: I paint and draw and make collages, but I don't approach these pursuits
in the same manner I do writing. I do them for enjoyment and to see what will
come of it and to have fun. I read a lot of biographies of artists and look
at picture books a good deal, but I do not practice the techniques of the old
masters as I try to do sometimes when I write. When I write I still have fun,
but I am also extremely interested in craft. I am writing for others as well
as myself, and that makes a huge difference. I do have a friend, Kevin Quigley,
who is a serious painter, and he gave me a lot of good information mostly about
the experience of painting. A great book I read in preparation for writing the
novel was What
Painting Is by James Elkins. That guy has great insights about painting
and a beautiful way of making them understandable to the layman.
Also, as a fiction
writer, you just have to get into the
character and what that character is about and let your imagination take over.
I think as far as most readers go, the painting stuff in the novel will be believable.
I'm sure really serious painters will quibble with it here and there (for instance,
I realize that the paintings in the story dry awfully rapidly sometimes -- for
the purposes of the plot), as they have a right to do.
The central
conceit of The Portrait (where the Piambo must paint a portrait of Mrs.
Charbuque without seeing her) is wonderful. Is this idea based on your experience
as a novelist where, as you are writing you see the story, yet the reader cannot
until long after you are done, when the book is published?
The
concept for the novel came from my teaching of Early American Literature. There
are a lot of stories about Emily Dickinson (some I'm sure apocryphal, some probably
not) about the fact that when people would come to her parents' house to visit
her, she would hide behind a screen or sit just out of sight on the stairway.
One of these stories is about how a doctor came to treat her. When he insisted
upon examining her, she opened her bedroom door a sliver and walked quickly
back and forth behind it fully clothed. In the text book I use for the course,
The
Norton Anthology of Early American Literature, the biographical piece
on Dickinson stated that her friend Mabel Loomis Todd had known Emily all her
life, but only saw her when she was laid out in her coffin. Or at least, for
years, that's what I thought it stated. This was really where the idea for the
book came from, this statement. This year, after writing The Portrait of
Mrs. Charbuque, I read the new biography of Dickinson by Alfred Habegger,
My
Wars Are Laid Always in Books, a really terrific examination of the
poet's life. From reading that bio, though, I realized that Mabel was a frequent
visitor to the Dickinson house and definitely had seen Emily on many occasions.
After reading this, I went back to the Norton Anthology to look for that
line about the coffin, etc., and it wasn't there. I must have just made the
entire thing up in my head. My wife can tell you that isn't surprising. The
fact that it was the impetus for the novel is a little bizarre, though.
One of the things
that interests me about the concept is the idea that as a reader (I think many
people have the same experience), as I imagine the characters, they take on
features, hair color, expressions, bulk, and height. Sometimes their profiles
are based on people we know, but other times they are completely idiosyncratic
personalities we have never met before. So, while the reader is reading The
Portrait, he/she is seeing the characters of Piambo (the painter), his friend,
Shenz, Samantha, clearly. Their features have all been created through words.
I am greatly interested, as a writer and a reader, in how we form these mind
pictures when reading. It's really kind of a miracle the way it works -- an
entire world, populated with vibrant personalities springs to life when we open
the cover of a good book and move our eyes across pages covered with wiggles
of ink. So one facet of the book is an investigation of this phenomenon. I hadn't
thought about the suggestion you put forth in the question, but I very much
like that idea and will claim I am doing that also in any further interviews.
Is it an idea
you've been playing around with for a long time?
Yes.
I've been teaching Emily Dickinson for about eight years. The idea has been
with me for five of those eight, going back to the first time I read that passage
that didn't exist.
When you're
teaching, are there writers you have to teach, or do you have carte blanche?
Either way, who are some of the writers you teach? What is it about them that
brings you back to them?
At Brookdale Community
College, the professors have complete control over the texts that are used in
a class. In the Early American Lit. course, I try to use texts that both represent
their own time and resonate with issues and events in contemporary American
society. These texts are not hard to find. So much of what we are today as a
nation and a society found its roots in the time period covered by that course.
When you study the Puritans, it quickly becomes evident how much of their philosophy
and theology informs today's political and moral thought -- for better or worse.
"Self-Reliance" by Emerson, "Resistance to Civil Government" by Thoreau, Frederick
Douglass's "July Fourth" speech, are as fresh in their insights into the present
political and social situation as something written just yesterday. Whitman's
"Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking," Dickinson's "I could not stop for Death...,"
or Hawthorne's "Wakefield," have not diminished in their power to depict aspects
of the human condition. Poe is a writer the students are forever fascinated
by. Part of that stems from his troubled, romanticized life, part from his works
that, although viewed by many as horror stories for children, are groundbreaking
literary masterpieces composed of a classical sense of irony, complex structures,
a wicked sense of humor, and a deep insight into the American psyche.
In other courses
I have used works by Kafka, Borges, Kipling, Flannery O'Connor, Kobo Abe, Amos
Tutuola.... The list is a long one since I have been teaching there for 14 years.
I usually use the texts that have had a profound effect on me personally, hoping
the students will share the experience.
How did you
go about researching New York in 1893?
I have a pretty
good working knowledge of New York -- its history and its layout, but that only
got me so far. This was the first novel I've written that has historical research
in it. I started by reading a few novels by Edith Wharton and then moved on
to some nonfiction works like the wonderful Gramercy Park: An American Bloomsbury
by Carol Klein. I looked at maps of the city and books of old photographs. After
I was done with this, I still felt I needed something else and was getting a
little desperate as to where to find it or even what exactly I was looking for.
Then one day I was in the local bookstore, and I happened past the travel section,
a spot I rarely go to, and sitting on the shelf was this facsimile edition of
Moses King's Guide to New York, circa 1892. I almost fell over. Man,
this book had pictures, listed all the hotels, where the museums were, where
the bars were, told what was served in certain restaurants, where you could
get a good or mediocre cup of coffee, just about everything. I think that book
listed the whereabouts of every public statue in the city. It was a godsend.
Thank you Moses.
I also found, in
a beach house I was renting for a week while in the process of working on the
book, a four-video set of a special on the history of New York that had aired
on PBS directed by a fellow by the name of Burns. I believe he is the brother
of Ken Burns, who did the well known "Civil War" and "Baseball"
documentaries.
One thing I learned
was that a little historical research goes a long way when writing a novel.
In the first draft, I got a little carried away with my historical research,
and my editor, Jennifer Brehl, told me some of it was getting in the way of
the story, which it was. Handling information like this in a novel is a tricky
proposition, or at least it was for me. I wanted to be convincing but I didn't
want the weight of the research to be a drag. You've got to use it convincingly
and subtly. Figuring that balance was an interesting process.
Are you a native
of the New York area?
Yes.
I grew up on Long Island. From the time I was very young, the city was an exotic
place to me. My parents took us in very often to the museums and to the planetarium,
etc. When I got a little older, my brother and I would go to Madison Square
Garden to see the Knicks play. A little older than that, and I'd go in with
my friends and we'd drink in the old Irish bars, the ones with the steamed meats.
That was really living. Then I worked in the city for a while and saw it from
another angle. It has remained for me through my life a place of wonder and
excitement. Now I live in South Jersey, and I'm a cranky hermit who doesn't
like to travel much, but given a chance to go to New York, I'm always ready.
I still go up there as often as I can to hear a reading or to see the shows
at the museums. New Yorkers are wonderful people.
What was the
oddest fact you discovered about New York? Are any of the places listed in Moses
King's Guide still around? Did you visit any of them? Was the coffee
good? Mediocre?
The
most amazing thing in general I discovered was what a cosmopolitan city New
York was in the 1890s. I was struck by its modernity. From the end of the Civil
War to the period I write about, New York went through a mind boggling transformation.
One odd thing I
read about had to do with a time in New York somewhat earlier than what I depict
in the book. At that time there was no sanitation system. This was prior to
the 1840s when the population began to become estimable. People basically threw
their garbage in the streets. In an attempt to clean things up, it was suggested
that pigs be allowed to roam freely and eat the garbage. Not a bad plan until
you consider the sanitation problem caused by what is left behind by the pigs.
With a ready supply
of food and freedom, it didn't take long before the pigs were everywhere. Those
put off by the nuisance of pigeons should count their blessings. It was actually
James Harper, one of a pair of brothers who founded the company that publishes
The Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque, who, when he became mayor, banished
the pigs from New York and set up a nascent sanitation system. For a great description
of the pig situation in early New York, readers should check out Alex Irvine's
fantasy novel, A
Scattering Of Jades.
Another thing that
I found interesting was that at one point you could buy a ticket to an all-naked
review -- a couple of dozen women and men cavorting on stage naked. This was
instituted in the name of high art, but that Puritanical thread that has woven
its way through the course of American history rose up to quickly put the kibosh
on this entertainment. Obviously shows like this did not vanish, but they moved
to more dimly lit venues and public nudity lost its aesthetic status.
Many
of the buildings listed in Moses King's guide have long since vanished, but
there are still quite a few left standing. A building that went up a little
bit later than the time of my story (1902), but close enough to be of significant
interest, is The Flatiron Building (22nd and 23rd streets). It's an unusual
building for its time, but still worth a look if one is interested in that period
of architecture. I didn't visit, per se, so many addresses, but I did walk the
city a lot, from the village to the park and down by Fulton Street. The history
of the city is like a palimpsest. If you read about it and wander the streets,
you can feel the presence of the past like some kind of ghost coexisting with
the present.
Anybody who spends
any time in New York knows that any place that sells coffee has a sign that
claims it is the best coffee in the city. In the 1890s there was probably great
coffee to be had at Delmonicos, but apparently there were also little kiosks
and carts that sold sort of half-assed coffee. The best King can say about it
is that it is hot and cheap. If I remember correctly the price was something
like a half a cent. A pleasant thought to consider that 75 cents would have
covered my coffee consumption for a morning.
If you could
live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
I was mightily
impressed with Montana when I was out there not too long ago, hiking in the
mountains around Big Sky. I thought Monterey was beautiful. The Green Mountains
in Vermont were great. But Emerson put it very well when he said something along
the lines of, "Wherever I go my giant goes with me." If your head is right,
it doesn't matter where you are. If things are dark, the most beautiful landscape
will not make a favorable impression. I can be happy anywhere as long as I have
my wife and kids there and my books and an idea for a story or a novel. For
now, South Jersey is fine.
Do you think
portraiture will ever catch on again? Would you ever get a portrait done of
yourself or your family?
Well,
even though the demand may have diminished somewhat from the time of the novel,
it has not gone away. There is an older gentleman in the town I live in who
is a nationally recognized portrait artist. He told me that it has been and
remains a very lucrative career. He travels all over the country for his work.
Portraits are still commissioned by the wealthy and the not so wealthy. There
are some great painters working in this field today.
I would definitely
have a portrait done if I found an artist I liked enough and had the money to
afford it. "Shave off about 20 pounds and extenuate those handsome qualities
that have been obscured by the vagaries of time," I would tell him while flashing
the cash. A challenging assignment, no doubt. Perhaps if I win the lottery.
Portraiture could
catch on again. It might be an interesting phenomenon if it did. There is a
time element to the process for both the sitter and the painter that makes it
more contemplative than a photo. A good painter can capture aspects of a subject's
personality that a photograph (although photography has its own unique abilities)
might miss or be unable to render.
The Portrait...
has more aspects of a thriller or mystery than your previous novels. Was it
difficult to keep the suspense going?
Every
novel and story has to contain some degree of suspense. I take the term to mean
the sense on the reader's part that they want to know what happens next. If
a reader stops caring what happens next, unless they are masochistic, they close
the book and pick up another. So the suspense part I was used to working with
from having written my other novels and some forty plus stories, but the mystery
part was new to me. Or I should say, the investigation of a mystery. My primary
goal in writing the book was to render the concept of a painter trying to paint
the portrait of a woman he can not see. In getting into the main character's
persona, I wondered to what lengths he would go to be successful and what means
of inquiry would be at his disposal at that time in history. Once that was established,
I could hardly keep up with Piambo and Shenz as they made their rounds, trying
to uncover a glimpse of Mrs. Charbuque.
Without giving
away too much about the ending, when you began this novel, did you know where
it was going?
I
had a vague sense of direction, but usually that is all that is necessary. I
like to discover the story as I write it, the way the reader will discover it
as they read it. Every fiction writer approaches the task in a different way,
idiosyncratic to his/her own needs. I am not one for plot outlines and notebooks
and journals. I like to keep everything in my head, so that when I am driving
to work or doing the grocery shopping, I can take out my story, so to speak,
and work on it. I leave it up there between my ears, because I find that the
ideas and pieces of plot I do have mix together, swirl and bubble and render
my next move. Much of my plotting goes on subconsciously. When I am writing,
it is like being in a trance. I simply follow the characters and they show me
the way to the story.
Why is the Edwardian
period (as we Brits would call it!) so fascinating?
I
think it is an interesting time for me, because much of the literature I read
when growing up came from that time period. My first books, and the ones my
father read to me, were primarily from the late 19th century and early 20th
-- Stevenson, Haggard, Kipling, etc. For people born in the fifties, as I was,
the authorial voice of these writers is very
familiar. I have noticed that my students have more problems with this voice,
which makes sense, seeing as they were born nearer the end of the 20th century.
Perhaps also it
was a time when many of the philosophies and concepts of morality and law, the
schedule of everyday life, that we live by today began to take root. We go back
to the fin-de-siecle and we find a time and place where life seems somewhat
exotic, but not so exotic that we feel totally alien. It was a rich artistic
period and one wherein Science had not yet yielded many of the answers we now
take for granted. The record is fairly good, and we can reinvestigate the path
of false beliefs, the works of genius and discovery. Besides, my grandmother,
who passed away not too long ago, actually lived through that time period, and
I would listen with wonder at her description of something like the first time
she saw an airplane flying overhead at night. She said, "I thought it was an
angel."
After finishing
a novel, do you take a break, or are you the kind of writer who constantly has
something on the go?
I
like to think of myself as the kind of writer who constantly has something going
on, but in reality my writing abilities come and go mysteriously in well defined
cycles. When I'm on, I'm really on, meaning I can produce an abundant amount
of work that I am pleased with, but when I'm not, there is a lot of smoking
cigarettes, staring at the computer screen and drooling. During the fallow times
I have tried all kinds of tricks to jump start the creativity but none of them
has worked. They merely heighten the sense of frustration. It's like some kind
of biological process. Some say you just have to wait for the well to refill,
and that might be all there is to it. After all of these years, all of these
runs through that cycle, I have still not fully come to terms with it. When
the inspiration has fled it is like a part of me is gone away.
What are you
reading?
Presently,
I am reading Peter F. Ostwald's biography of pianist and composer, Glenn
Gould, John Keel's The
Mothman Prophecies, and Dostoyevsky's House
of the Dead. It's like a horse race as far as which one I will finish
first. The Gould biography was strong out of the gate, but, as usual, it's a
sloppy track and Ostwald's not a mudder. As they round the back turn and head
for the finish line, Keel is applying the whip and The Mothman is gaining
ground on the front runner with a frantic, paranoid projection of speed. But
Dostoyevsky has me so wrapped up in that Siberian Labor camp I feel like I'm
there. House of the Dead deals with the passage of time on a par with
Defoe's Robinson
Crusoe. I think old Fyodor is going to have the stamina to bring his
mount across the finish line first. But who knows, it could be a photo finish
with me reading the last lines of all three books simultaneously.
If you worked
in a bookshop, what would be on your staff picks shelf?
When I arranged
my own library at home, I didn't shelve books by alphabetical order or by category,
but I kept in mind the different writers and put those together I thought would
engage in interesting conversations. It's like seating arrangements for guests
at a formal dinner. The Celine/Flannery O'Connor placement is a doozy, but the
Bukowski/Henry James thing is a bona-fide bust.
For my shelf picks
this month I will include:
Do you have
a favorite bookshop?
Every
bookshop is my favorite bookshop when I am in it, and I have some cash in the
old wallet. My favorite bookstore ever was a place in Johnson City, New York.
Lescrons took up one of the huge old abandoned warehouses of the once-thriving
Endicott/Johnson Shoe Company, built circa late 1880s. The guy who owned it
had been in the scrap-paper business and had, through this enterprise, gathered
so many books that he started a bookstore. Then he began to amass discarded
and used books by the boxful, by the pallet-full, until this three-story, old
brownstone building with wooden-beam floors -- each of its levels at least half
a football-field long and wide -- was chocked with books.
I had a job there
one summer when in college where I was to delve into the wilderness of books
on the upper floor and pick out works of literature for the store downstairs.
The hell with Stanley, Byrd, Magellan, this was discovery in the real sense
of the word. You just wouldn't believe the stuff I found up there. First editions
of Jack London, Hemingway, Kerouac's The
Town and the City, rare books, illuminated manuscripts (no lie). I found
a very early edition of Longfellow's translation of Dante's Divine Comedy,
a third edition, still mid-1800s of The Scarlet Letter, a first
edition of Lawrence's The
Seven Pillars of Wisdom. The place was a booklover's paradise. I have
a very sizable collection of those wonderful Grove Press trade paperbacks from
that place that really enhanced my reading at the time -- Genet, Beckett, Durell,
Miller, etc. All kinds of Classics Comics, children's books, picture books.
Man, with what
I know now, I'd love to have a day's worth of poking around in that place the
way it was back then. I don't know if it is still open. I think it has long
since closed, but I will never forget it and intend to someday write a story
about it.
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