Talk Show #15 with Kevin Brockmeier, Sloane Crosley, Sophie Gee, Samantha Hunt, and Melissa Pritchard
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TALK SHOW #15 WITH KEVIN BROCKMEIER, SLOANE CROSLEY, SOPHIE GEE, SAMANTHA HUNT, AND MELISSA PRITCHARD JAIME CLARKE 07.17.08 Talk Show #15: Historical Person You’d Like to Meet Kevin Brockmeier is the author of the novels The Brief History of the Dead and The Truth About Celia , the children’s novels City of Names and Grooves: A Kind of Mystery , and the story collections Things That Fall from the Sky and The View from the Seventh Layer . Recently he was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship and named one of Granta magazine’s Best Young American Novelists. He lives in Little Rock, Arkansas, where he was raised. Visit Kevin at www.kevinbrockmeier.com . Sloane Crosley is the author of I Was Told There’d Be Cake , a book of humor essays published by Riverhead Books. Her essays and criticism have appeared in The New York Times , New York Observer , the Village Voice , Playboy , Teen Vogue , Salon , Black Book , Radar and Maxim . She lives in Manhattan. Visit Sloane at www.sloanecrosley.com . Sophie Gee is an Assistant Professor of English at Princeton. Her novel The Scandal of the Season , an historical romance, was published by Scribner in August 2007. Visit Sophie at www.sophiegee.com . Samantha Hunt is the author of two books, The Invention of Everything Else , a novel about the life of Nikola Tesla, and The Seas —for which she was awarded a National Book Foundation award for writers under 35. Visit Samantha at www.samanthahunt.net . Melissa Pritchard has published six books of fiction, most recently Disappearing Ingénue and Late Bloomer (Doubleday/Anchor). Her work has appeared in The Paris Review , Conjunctions , Pushcart Prize Stories and The O.Henry Awards , among other publications. She is working on a new collection, and her biography of Arizona philanthropist Virginia G. Piper will be published in May 2008. She teaches at Arizona State University. Visit Melissa at www.public.asu.edu/~melissap/ . —Name a historical person you’d like to meet and why. Brockmeier : James Agee. He wrote one of my favorite novels, A Death in the Family , and a few years ago, I decided to read the Library of America edition of his collected film criticism. It’s a volume of great wit, passion, and clarity, as valuable (to me at least) as anything by Pauline Kael, but my enjoyment of it was hampered slightly by the fact that all of the movies Agee discusses were released decades before I was born, and roughly ninety percent of them I have never seen. I was seized by a fantasy of traveling back in time to show him some more recent films so that I could find out what he made of them. Agee, I recognize, is a relatively recent figure, and even in the circle of modern-American-literature lovers he does not have the cultural currency of, say, Hemingway or Faulkner, but I think it’s fair to consider him a "historical person," insofar as history is ongoing and he’s no longer in it. Crosley : Guy de Maupassant. First off, he wins the award for Writer with The Most Serious Moustache of All Time. You may even be able to chop “writer” off of that distinction. Beyond that, I think it would be fascinating to meet one of the most prolific short story writers in history knowing what I/we know now: that he is most famous for a single story. And one that’s probably one of the shorter tales he wrote and almost nothing like the rest in form or topic. “The Necklace” is truly amazing and ingenious but it’s also a fluke in a way, wrapped up with a heavy punch line. He’s not the only writer that’s ever happened to, but the irony that “The Necklace” itself is based around a simple misunderstanding… I just wonder how he’d feel about that, if he would see the connection or if he would have picked it out as standing the test of time. Also he grew up with Flaubert as a kindly uncle figure and led a pretty privileged life so if I could go back in time and meet him, I’m pretty sure I’d have a nice French chateau to stay in and some great dinner companions. Gee : I’d like to meet Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, an eighteenth century English noblewoman who ended up being one of the most brilliant and eccentric figures of all time. She was born at the end of the seventeenth century, and she could have been an idle aristocrat like other women of her class. But instead she became a celebrated intellectual, a poet and an intimate friend of Alexander Pope, John Gay and other famous writers of the time. In 1712 she eloped with a man named Edward Wortley, forfeiting her inheritance, and went to live in Turkey in 1716, where her husband was the British Ambassador. She discovered a form of smallpox inoculation already used in Turkey, and after first having her own children inoculated, she introduced the treatment into England, where she persuaded the King of England to inoculate his children. She was a brilliant, unconventional woman living in the historical period that I find most exciting. Instead of being trapped by the conventions of her social world, she defied them. Hunt : I’d like to meet dead people from my family. I never knew my mom’s dad. But perhaps that’s not what you mean by historical, maybe historical has to have famous in there also. Then, the inventor Nikola Tesla. I’ve been writing a novel about him for four years and despite his having lived until 1943, I’ve never been able to find a film or recording of his voice. I’d like to hear him speak since he’s been in my head for so long. Pritchard : One name insists, that of a place, not a person: Netley Abbey, a 13th century Cistercian monastery, now a ruin, inland from Southampton Water in southern England, six miles south of the former site of the Royal Victorian Military Hospital and Lunatic Asylum, and an hour’s ferry ride from the city of Southampton, former eighteenth century resort spa for English royalty, aristocracy and the likes of novelist Jane Austen, painter John Constable, poet Thomas Gray and the great Gothic aesthete, Horace Walpole, author of The Castle of Otranto , and his ‘Committee of Taste,’ all of whom paid homage to Netley Abbey. Chosen for its wild, remote location, an ascetic monastery funded by Henry III and designed by the French Gothic architect, Abbot Suger, Netley Abbey, in its near one-thousand-year history, has adapted itself, reflected and borne every human vagary and longing—for spiritual rigor, wealth, sensation, victory over death, for romance and morbid expression, for theater, paganism, reclusivity and intrigue. A shimmering timeline of English history, including its Kings and Queens, has passed through this place, originally, ironically selected for its isolation, its inaccessibility. —Under what circumstances would you like to meet this person? Brockmeier : Scene: James Agee steps out of a cab in front of The Nation ‘s offices at Broadway and Fulton. He takes the elevator to the eleventh floor (he would never consider climbing the stairs). It is Friday evening, and most of the magazine’s personnel have already finished their work and gone home for the night. Agee himself is only stopping by to pick up his jacket, which he has left draped over the arm of his chair. He walks down the corridor—it is so quiet that he can hear his shoelaces brushing the carpet—and opens the door of his office. Inside he finds me waiting with a laptop computer and a stack of DVDs. Crosley : While standing on the street and looking into the window of Cartier. I would spot his reflection in the window as he approached. And then he would say something like: “I can get it for you wholesale.” Gee : Since this is a game about history, of course I’d like to travel back in time to meet her. Lady Mary wrote a vivid series of letters about the years she spent in Turkey, which include a description of a visit to a Turkish bath, and the splendid meals and receptions that she was part of at the Royal Palace in Istanbul. I’d like to follow her around at those events, not just to see a historical period that has disappeared, but to see the Ottoman Empire in its full splendor too. Hunt : I’d go back to 1893. We’d have a big dinner at the newly opened Waldorf Hotel, when it was where the Empire State Building is now. His friends Mark Twain, John Muir, Robert and Katharine Johnson would all be there. We’d eat oysters that had been pulled from New York Harbor. After dinner we’d walk slowly through 1893 Manhattan, down to Tesla’s laboratory for a show of the wonders he’d been working on—wireless transmission of energy and information, oscillating resonance, flying machines, lightning. Pritchard : 1) I would like to be whatever bed Queen Elizabeth I tossed and turned her pale, lithesome, virginal self upon in Netley Abbey, turned grand house belonging to the Earl of Hertford, on August 13th, 1560, when she stayed the night during one of her “royal progresses.” To be the straw and silk-embroidered linen beneath England’s most fretful power, unable to find rest in this or any woodland sanctuary, to be that one fortunate cushion privy to a night of fierce, warring “Queenes Maiestees” thought! 2) I would like to be that fatal stone, arch keystone of the chapel’s East window, which fell upon the eminent Southampton builder William Taylor’s eighteenth century head as he attempted to tear down a part of the Abbey which he had purchased for materials—after he had dreamed of this very stone, of its role in his death.