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I love memoirs of the writing lifeāin particular, books that are not about writing so much as about the daily experience of being a writer, the act of making one's way through everyday existence (children, roof leaks, marriage, moving) while attempting to inhabit a life of the mind.
When my writing comes to a halt, personal narratives by writers help me get back to that coveted interiority, the quiet brain space necessary for the act of making something. Every one of these books tripped some invisible wire and sent me back into writing.
Real Estate: A Living Autobiography, by Deborah Levy
a writer fantasizes about the place she would live and write
I discovered Deborah Levy while living in Paris, thanks to a tweet by a fellow expat from California,
. When I say "discover" I really mean I came upon her very late, after apparently everyone had already been reading her books for years. Brennan's tweet inspired me to seek out The Cost of Living at Librarie Galignani, the wonderful old bookstore on Rue de Rivoli with a well-curated English language section. I devoured it. I had to stop reading every few pages because it inspired me to sit down and write. If I remember the timeline correctly, soon after I bought The Cost of Living, Paris shut down for our first lockdown (or was it our second?). Paris was so tightly locked down that Galignani, Shakespeare and Company, and Red Wheelbarrow weren't even shipping books, so I had to wait for things to reopen to go back to Galignani for Things I Don't Want to Know: On Writing.In Real Estate, a companion to The Cost of Living and Things I Don't Want to Know, Levy muses on the "unreal estate" she dreams of owning---a rambling home overlooking the sea, with pomegranate trees and all sorts of diversions. In reality she lives in a small flat in London and writes in a damp shed (this book finds her in a different shed than she used in Things I Don't Want to Know.) Her Best Male Friend returns in this book, acting in ways that may disappoint the reader (cheating on the long suffering Nadia, for example), but never fail to entertain.
Taken as a set, these three books allow the reader to enter Levy's life at different moments, as though looking through different windows on a moving train. Ā Through her engaging, self-deprecating, wide-ranging voice, one glimpses intimately the sweep and tilt of one woman's literary life. A joy to read.
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To Write As If Already Dead, by Kate Zambreno
a spacious meditation on reading, literature, and friendship
It is hard to live an intellectual life while literally, bodily attached to an infant, a truth the author discovers while simultaneously breastfeeding and preparing for a panel in a bathroom stall abroad. Zambreno writes beautifully of the universal struggle--how does one make art while caring for a family?--in this spacious mediation on reading, literature, and friendship. Central to the story is the author's former online friendship with a poet/novelist from San Francisco. I read this part with great interest, scouring the internet for clues, as Zambreno and Alex Suzuki (the alias for the friend with whom she corresponded) spent a lot of time in Readerville, a community in which I was also active while living in San Francisco at during the same years.
Undertaken at a time when the author is struggling to write a different book, for which she is on contract--a study of Herve Guibert's To the Friend Who Did Not Save My Life--the book concerns friendship, the friction between writing and making a living, and the disruptions of the body. While revisiting Guibert's chronicle of his life (and death) with AIDS, Zambreno is contending with shingles and other mysterious illnesses.
I read the book not long after returning from two years in Paris, a city that is central to Guibert's work. Had I not read To Write As If Already Dead, I would not have read Guibert, and reading Guibert was a joy. Books speak to each other across genre and geography, just as authors speak to each other and to readers across time, so I am always fascinated by the way certain books come to you at the moment in your life when they are most relevant. We rode out the first year of the Covid19 pandemic in Paris. Guibert was caught in the turmoil of an earlier virus. His work is especially interesting to read at this moment in history.
With references to the works and lives of the likes of Baudelaire and Foucault, Zambreno examines what it means to write and to attempt to live a life of the mind in the midst of life's complexities. Wonderful, thought-provoking, and unexpected. Ā If you want to write and read but find that your mind is always pulled elsewhere by something or someone else, this book is calling your name.
Personal Writings by Albert Camus, Knopf Doubleday
an intimate glimpse into the mind of an iconic writer
A worthy addition to any writer's bookshelf and a joy for those of us who return again and again to Camus. Through these deeply personal essays one glimpses the person and mind behind The Stranger and The Plague, the inner workings of a writer's mind. We see his childhood in Algiers, and learn how that experience formed the moral basis of his work.
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Thank you for reading The Caffeinated Writer. Iām the author ofĀ eight books ofĀ fiction, including most recently THE WONDER TEST, published by Grove Atlantic.
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