Smoking With Tori Malcangio
Gosh yes. Hope is what drives a story for me: The hope to discover something about me or a character, the hope to reveal something to the reader, the hope to finish the damn thing before it oozes into every crack in my life. As a reader I'm drawn to stuff that rips your heart out in one paragraph, then stuffs it back in the next. Thank you very much Amy Hempel. It must be the momentum that hope imparts, the "what if," that almost always earns it real estate in my fiction and in my life. Holding on to hope as a writer is part of the game for me too. If I didn't hang on for dear life to this notion of hope, I'd have given up a long time ago.
For me, one of the strongest moments in this piece is when the woman is contemplating the room. "The stirrups are in the 'go' position. The lights are recessed and bright like the pop of a flash that's not really a flash, but a forever..." There is an intense focus right there. The woman is in the spotlight. We're watching her life, and her faith in what it will become, transform. What is the "it" moment for you?
My "it" moment: Recalling the incidents of my Down Syndrome cousin's life: When she was twenty-two and I was eighteen, her mom said that she was really only three and always would be. Probably like most parents, I have an age-old to-do list for my kid: smile, sit-up, stand-up, drive a car, go to college, have grandkids. Checking them off, documenting them with studio portraits, calling grandparents with the news, is a parental rite-of-passage. The list starts long before kids are even part of the equation. So when those milestones are dashed in an instant, you're forced to reexamine what it is to be a parent and what it is to be a child and reconcile that with what it is to be human.
"Or we can start the secret now—you and I, Brett. We can say there was no heartbeat, no flick-flick, flick-flick..." There is always choice, isn't there? Or is there?
I love that you picked that word. Choice is such a crazy concept. Yes, we all have the ability to exercise choice, in the literal sense. But do we all have the luxury of pure, self-dictated choice? Can we make a decision based totally on the voice in our hearts? Can we choose a want, over a need or a should? Probably not. Life steps in and rationalizes with bills to pay, kids to feed, a religion to uphold and choice as a fundamental human condition, loses. Love limits choice. Kids limit choice. Especially kids with special needs, a deformity, illness. Choice is easiest when you're all alone on an island, with no one but yourself to love and consider. Who wants that? Okay, sometimes I do. But it would turn awful after a week or two.
You won the 2007 San Juan Writer's Workshop fellowship. Tell us about that.
One week at 7,000 feet in Ouray, Colorado with fifteen writers and two workshops taught by Pamela Painter and Pam Houston. Pam Houston taught a manuscript critique class. She and the workshop organizer (Jill Patterson, editor of the Iron Horse Literary Review) judged and chose the winning manuscript. As all awards in this biz go, it was an itsy amount toward tuition and a huge motivator to keep me cracking.
SLQ completed issue 18 at the close of summer and launched this issue, 19, on the threshold of winter. During the three months in between, the crops were harvested, the leaves fell, the rain returned, temperatures dropped, darkness lengthened. Death in increments. How does the turning of the seasons affect your "muse," your inspiration?
Can someone please tell me what writing to snow falling outside is like? Living in San Diego, I have romantic ideas, but no first-hand experience. Snow or no snow, I do find that as the days shorten I allow myself to accomplish less without the normal self-chastising. I guess because it feels like the rest of the universe has taken a deep breath, put on wooly socks and found a nook for sipping hot chocolate and waiting out the deep freeze. My hair grows fastest through the summer months and so does my creativity.
Read A Boy Not Born Yet.
|Issue Nineteen (December 15, 2007): The Off-Season by Jami Attenberg «» A Company Function by Grant Bailie «» Food Spectrum of the Rainbow Family by Melissa Bell «» Holiday Inn by Kim Chinquee «» Killer Pair by Trinie Dalton «» What Happened to My Purple Flip-Flops by Arwen Dewey «» Truth (ii) by Ben Ehrenreich «» How 9) Strange by Laird Hunt «» The Mess You Made in Us by C. Robin Madigan «» Red Brick by Darlin' Neal «» A Boy Not Born Yet by Tori Malcangio «» Taco Foot by Jack Pendarvis «» Boyandaquarter by Ben Stein «» Teec Nos Pos (Circle of Cottonwoods) by Beth Thomas «» Music from 1975 by Benjamin Weissman «» Interviews: Jami Attenberg «» Grant Bailie «» Melissa Bell «» Kim Chinquee «» Trinie Dalton «» Arwen Dewey «» Ben Ehrenreich «» Laird Hunt «» C. Robin Madigan «» Tori Malacangio «» Darlin' Neal «» Jack Pendarvis «» Jim Ruland «» Ben Stein «» Beth Thomas «» Benjamin Weissman «» Cover Art "Desire" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor|