I sometimes feel like I'm being tested when someone asks me who my favorite author is. What if I say a name that's too lowbrow? Out of fashion? Will my friends still respect me? Well, I can't worry about that now. Here's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Like everyone else here, I can't pick just one. Of course there are my friends on this blog and elsewhere--I adore their voices, their POV, and look forward to each new book.
Let's not forget my husband, whose graphic novel Tales of the Moonlight Cutter is unfairly overlooked by the comics majors and the film industry. Of course I'd feel that way, though, I'm his wife!
As for the writers who formed and informed my voice, here's a few of them:
I remember the first time I really understood a passage from a play or perhaps it was a sonnet, by Shakespeare. His voice, reaching out to me from hundreds and hundreds of years ago, defined "timeless" for me. I wouldn't have that feeling again until I read a Dickinson poem.*
The first poem I ever memorized was Resume by Dorothy Parker, when I was eight or ten years old. I used to be able to recite half a dozen of her bitter, funny poems. No wonder I write crime novels as an adult!
When a professor introduced me to Flannery O'Connor, she rocked my world. How could someone see the foibles of human nature so clearly, write about them with such honesty, and still hold a deep and abiding faith in God?
I once tried to buy the right to write a screenplay of The Violent Bear It Away. Sadly, my pockets aren't that deep. But someone should make the movie of it. Truly challenging material!
Of course, when I discovered Dashiell Hammett (whom I found by way of Lillian Hellman, another favorite!), and much later, Cornell Woolrich, I was doomed to a life of writing old fashioned noir. Not Tarantino-esque splatter noir, but books that contain the old-fashioned notion that just because the world is violently out of order doesn't mean it should be that way.
At my family's Fourth of July party, a new friend lent me a copy of Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh. I've never had the pleasure of reading this author, but am looking forward to getting to know him. Whether he is an author whose skill will school me, like Joyce or Faulkner or Hemingway, or whether I'll really and truly embrace him remains to be seen. That's part of the fun of discovering a new author--that frisson of connection, like the connection I felt to an English playwright long mouldering in his grave.
Writing is magic, don't you think?
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* About that Dickenson poem. Someone told me you can sing any poem she ever wrote to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texeas, and that knowledge has destroyed my ability to read her poems. Don't ever try it, especially with Death, or you may never be able to go back!















But can't you sing *anything* to Yellow Rose of Texas? Or Battle Hymn of the Republic?
Now you've got me going.
Posted by: Camille Minichino | July 07, 2012 at 06:43 AM
Ah, right: Flannery O'Connor a favorite of mine too. I just rented Fiennes' "Coriolanus" which looks like another good Fiennes' project to bring Shakespeare back to life for contemporary audiences. Looking forward to it. Some of these modern updates work, others bomb big time. Must, must read Emily Dickenson again - was too set in classics first time I tried. Thanks for the ideas, Mysti.
Posted by: Susan Shea | July 07, 2012 at 09:41 AM
I love hearing about the writers who "spoke" to you and why! You could have written much more here, and I'd be listening. As for "light" books, we all read them and those who get all snobbish just won't admit they do the same. I still look back with fondness on the fun of reading "Forever Amber" and Frances Parkinson Keyes...One editor said, in effect, that it would be a sad world if we all liked the same books. You may find Waugh fun. I finally learned to appreciate Graham Greene.
Posted by: Priscilla | July 07, 2012 at 02:15 PM
Camille--nothing has ever hurt my ears as badly as the first time I sang Death to YRT :)
Priscilla, too true. I love my "fun" fiction as deeply as the serious stuff!!!
Susan--I haven't seen a live Shakespeare play since the night at Ashland when the yaboo in front of me kept reciting Hamlet's lines...a half beat before the actor. It's probably time I went back :)
All these comments are great inspiration for me as I head off to PSWA in Las Vegas, where a few extra days are going to help me get my book off to Beta readers! Yay! Finally meeting a milestone!
Posted by: Mysti | July 07, 2012 at 02:20 PM
Flannery O'Connor is also one of my absolute favorites. I think I'll start going back through her short fiction. This morning I'm sitting out in my backyard and about to delve into the latest by another of my faves, China Mieville.
Posted by: Leah Cutter | July 08, 2012 at 09:39 AM
I'll have to check China Mieville out--thanks for the suggestion!
Posted by: Mysti | July 08, 2012 at 09:47 AM
Priscilla's mention of "Forever Amber," which I haven't read, reminded me of Booth Tarkington's novel "The Magnificent Ambersons," which I read and loved. As to "light" books, I think anything is "light" when we can sail through it and have trouble putting it down to go to bed. Conversely, the latest bestseller or a classic is "heavy" (as in a drag) when you're only reading it because everyone else is and/or the author is famous. And it's all personal anyway, isn't it?!
Posted by: Susan Shea | July 08, 2012 at 03:13 PM