Likewise, the second chapter captivated me. By telling a story of an encounter with a troubled woman at the bar, Robert Boswell describes his writing practice. I heard him read this aloud at the AWP convention a few years ago and was enthralled. It's something I could share with my undergraduate students. I also really liked his chapter on the "Alternate Universe" and his thoughts on omniscience are likewise indispensable.
Other chapters were intriguing, but a little troubling for me. Boswell's repeated use of the term "literary" is meant to establish a hierarchy in the fictional world and to make his points he sometimes dismisses the work of popular authors like Barbara Kingsolver or Sue Miller. He speaks of his own loves, for baseball and film noir, as "soft spots" that he wouldn't be able to write about in his fiction. This feels like bad advice to me. I think our core material often grows out of our obsessions, what we love. However, these are small quibbles. This one of the best books I've read recently on writing, one that has me longing for the free time to get writing again this coming month when school lets out, to once more set out to explore that mysterious terrain, the woods and iced over streams leading down to that unreachable river beyond.
You can read more about Boswell, including links to his stories, here: http://www.robertboswell.com/_center_the_half_known_world__center__69674.htm
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To be a adroit lenient being is to from a amiable of openness to the mankind, an cleverness to guardianship undeterminable things beyond your own manage, that can front you to be shattered in unequivocally extreme circumstances for which you were not to blame. That says something remarkably important thither the fettle of the principled passion: that it is based on a corporation in the up in the air and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a weed than like a treasure, something somewhat feeble, but whose very special attraction is inseparable from that fragility.
Work out ferments the humors, casts them into their adapted channels, throws substandard redundancies, and helps feather in those secret distributions, without which the body cannot subsist in its vigor, nor the soul act with cheerfulness.
Thanks for alerting me to this book, Tom. Your description of the first chapter entices me...
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