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George
Singleton
Interviewed
by Gavin J. Grant
BookSense.com:
All the stories in your new collection of stories, The
Half-Mammals of Dixie, are set in or near the town of Forty-Five. Is it
based on anywhere real?
George Singleton:
Out of all the stories in The Half-Mammals of Dixie, when they orginally
appeared in magazines, only a few of them took place in a fictional town called
Forty-Five. Shannon Ravenel at Algonquin thought it might be wise thematically
to have the town show up in each story. I thought so, too. What the hell.
There is no Forty-Five,
South Carolina, but there is a Ninety Six, a Six Mile, and so on. I was brought
up near Ninety-Six, and heard about a half-dozen different stories of how the
town got named. It seems to me that, a lot of the time, such a town's residents
choose the most patriotic, awe-inspiring, somwhat fantastical version of these
tales. And so it happens in Forty-Five. (Personally, I always wanted to live
in a loose, bar-infested, wild town called Sixty-Nine, but that might be over
the top.)
Do you think
you'll continue writing about it?
I
have finished a new set of stories and novellas called Nothing's Enough
-- not a novel -- wherein each story is narrated by Mendal Dawes. Mendal's the
narrator of "Show and Tell" in The Half-Mammals of Dixie. All of the
early stories he narrates in Nothing's Enough take place in Forty-Five.
Would you like
to write a novel about any of the characters?
I don't want to
write a novel. It seems that short story writers get pressured into novels --
and I'm sure that if Nothing's Enough ever sees the light of day it'll
be called a novel-in-stories -- by publishers, agents, and editors. I don't
understand why. For me, novels tend to ramble on slowly, kind of like a serpentine
river on flat, flat land. Short stories are kind of like hard blasts of water
from a garden hose, directed toward some unsuspecting person minding his or
her own business by a practical joker hunched behind some boxwoods.
Are you a big
fan of swap-meets and fairs?
I
love flea markets. There's a big one down the road in Picken, SC. This summer
I'm building a 14x8 foot shed out in the backyard, pretty much to hold the 1000+
glass advertising ashtrays I have bought over the years. I also collect yardsticks.
I'm going to cover the interior walls of the shed with those. It'll certainly
make it easier to figure out the square footage.
Ever thought
of selling those things instead of storing them? Think what a stall you'd have,
you could sell ashtrays by the foot, or yard.
I'm planning on
selling the ashtrays and yardsticks about retirement time. It's my 401K, my
Roth IRA. Check e-Bay in 21 years. My yardsticks
and ashtrays. And carbon paper, slide rules, and Billy Beer....
Some
of the characters in your stories leave Forty-Five, but they usually end up
coming back. Why is that?
They leave Forty-Five,
and they come back. It's like an anti-Thomas Wolfe thing -- I've said forever
that I wanted to leave South Carolina, that I couldn't take people knocking
on my door to preach at me. I've left for short periods, then returned. It's
like Purgatory. It has to do with Hope. Why do the conservative right wing people
around here think the way they do; and why do the foreigners, and transplants,
and liberals keep hanging around? Oh, it's a dichotomy, baby. It's a place where
nothing but conflict can evolve.
Do you think
of yourself as a Southern writer?
I'm
a Southern writer only because I live in the south. Writers in the south, these
days, don't seem to be so caught up in the "Grandma's on the porch snorting
snuff and telling a story from her rocking chair" variety of yarns. In my opinion,
Maxim
Gorky was a southern writer. Gogol
was a southern writer. Faulkner
was just as Russian as Dostoyevsky.
The southern writer
thing, though -- I know that NYC is a melting pot, but it's kind of a melting
pot here. There are just a whole different set of animals getting boiled down.
And they're fun to write about, or thinly disguise.
Did you grow
up thinking you might be a writer?
I
grew up wanting to be a track coach. A ripped ligament in my senior year in
college stopped that thinking. Then I wanted to be a public defender, until
I took some college courses with lawyers-to-be and realized that I didn't want
to spend my life around those people. I started writing about my sophomore year
in college, after reading Beckett, Ionesco, Gravity's
Rainbow, The
Sotweed Factor, and The
World According to Garp. And Yeats.
Have you done
the usual series of odd jobs (roadbuilder, dishwasher, chicken sexer, tree -ing
counter, parsley blender) that every writer seems to try before realizing it's
the nonprofit (i.e. writing) route for them?
My
father made me drive around with him, always, doing whatever he though was "work."
Mostly we met up with his cronies and drank coffee, and met people from all
walks of life. Then I got a real job in high school at a pharmacy. During summers
in college I drove a water truck, dump truck, and garbage truck for the city
of Greenwood. I've worked construction, roofing, and painting houses. I got
a job in a Budweiser warehouse (stupid move on those people's parts). I manufactured
replacement aprons -- bevel-ended calfskin belts that go on cottom mill spinning
frames for two and a half years. Even when I taught at a college in S.C., I
painted houses in the summer -- which paid me more money than teaching.
What are you
reading?
In
the last month I read Summer
of Deliverance by C. Dickey, Papa
Hemingway by Hotchner, Essays
and Aphorisms by Schopenhauer, Hollow
Ground by Stephen Marion. I'm finishing A
Cook's Tour by Anthony Bourdain and would like to invite him down here
for barbecued groundhog and "peach bounce" moonshine. I'm always reading short
stories in a number of literary journals.
Do you have
a favorite bookshop?
-
The
Open Book in Greenville SC
- The Happy Bookseller
in Columbia SC
- Square
Books in Oxford Mississippi -- there's a town where a writer's welcome
- Lemuria in Jackson
MS
- The Little Professor
in Charlotte.
Understand that
I can't drive a hundred yards without hitting a church of one form or another,
but the closest bookstore's 20 miles away.
If you worked
in a bookshop, what would be on your staff picks shelf?
Staff
picks recent:
Staff
picks not-so-recent:
The
Half-Mammals of Dixie
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[1] The Open Book,
110 South Pleasantburg Drive, Greenville, SC (864) 235-9651
[2] The Happy Bookseller,
4525 Forest Drive, Forest Village, Columbia, SC (803) 782-2665 agraves@mindspring.com
[3] Square
Books, 160 Courthouse Square, Oxford, MS (662) 236-2262 books@squarebooks.com
[4] Lemuria Bookstore,
202 Banner Hall, 4465 I-55 N, Jackson, MS (601) 366-7619
[5] Little
Professor Book Center, 4139 Park Road, Park Road Shopping Center, Charlotte,
NC (704) 525-9239
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