Smoking With Anne Marie Jackson
Perhaps it's the pepper itself that lends itself to metaphor. I wasn't consciously looking for metaphor as I wrote, but when I had finished the first draft, there it was, and I was very happy about it, too.
"Clouds loitered overhead on the fourth day, lazy and pregnant with suggestion." That's just gosh darn wonderful writing. Do you always see the world so lyrically?
I don't know about that, but I hope I string together a poetic sentence here and there! In this case I really wanted to incorporate the water/rain which she craves but isn't getting
Love the indeterminacy of the story's "he." What does such conscious use of unspecificity do for a story?
When a story is left open the reader can hang their own interpretations on it. I personally imagined this garden as an Eden-like place, and 'he' as an ambiguous devil-like tempter. For me it is a mythic creation story.
Did you conduct any pepper research for this perfect piece of prose?
Ahh, this is where the story really came from. Writing this story was an education in peppers for me! When I Googled 'chile pepper' I discovered all these incredibly gorgeous names and pictures of peppers. Did you know that your ordinary hot jalapeno yields 2,500 — 8,000 Scoville units of heat? Then compare that with the Red Savina Habanero at 577,000 Scoville units — Ouch! The sheer scale of it is staggering. I knew I had to write something, but didn't know what, so I just wrote — and grumbled — over the course of two days until the story finally clicked into place. Then I threw out most of what I'd already written and got the first draft down.
We heard about your Cornish fisherman boyfriend. Do all Cornish boyfriends have lush sideburns?—and are there any other Cornish secrets you care to divulge?
Hmmm, I don't know if this is true of Cornish boyfriends, but Cornish fishermen, well I do know some of those with generous sideburns. However, my fisherman has the lushest sideburns of all! I do despair when he gets his hair cut, but fortunately for me it doesn't take long before he's well sprouting again.
As for other secrets - Cornish fishermen like to get together to drink a pint or two or three while standing in the center of the pub singing traditional sea shanties, sometimes banging on the ceiling beams for rhythm, depending on the song. At times like that you really ought to cover your drink with your hand unless you enjoy the taste of plaster.
|Issue Ten (September 15, 2005): Capsicum by Anne Marie Jackson «» Donat Bobet's Halloween by Bruce Holland Rogers «» The Arrival by Nathan Leslie «» The Law by Edgar Omar Avilés, translated by Toshiya A. Kamei «» Five Fat Men in a Hot Tub by Jeff Landon «» Hoover by Cally Taylor «» Are You Okay? by Joshua Hampel «» The Kindness of Strangers by Otis Brown «» Mrs. Krishnan by Kuzhali Manickavel «» Crossing the Orinoco by William Reese Hamilton «» The Elements of Summer by Laura Stallard Petza «» Closer to Paul by Patti Jazanoski «» Hawesville, Kentucky by Nance Knauer «» He Stayed for Breakfast by Astrid Schott «» Gardening by Antonios Maltezos «» Outer Space by Tom Saunders «» Blind Love by Robert Bradley «» Arks by Alan Girling «» Chitlins by Bob Arter «» Strange Fruit by Suzanne Lafetra «» Interviews: Anne Marie Jackson «» Bruce Holland Rogers «» Nathan Leslie «» Toshiya A. Kamei «» Jeff Landon «» Cally Taylor «» Joshua Hampel «» Otis Brown «» Kuzhali Manickavel «» William Reese Hamilton «» Laura Stallard Petza «» Patti Jazanoski «» Nance Knauer «» Astrid Schott «» Antonios Maltezos «» Tom Saunders «» Robert Bradley «» Alan Girling «» Bob Arter «» Suzanne Lafetra «» Joseph Young «» Cover Art "The Creation of Time and the Plagiarism of Bosch" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor|