My Favorite Fiction Books: The Runners-Up

Posted on February 26, 2011 by John Walters

A few weeks ago I posted a list of my five favorite fiction books.  They are:

1.  “The Lord of the Rings” by J.R.R. Tolkien

2.  “On the Road” by Jack Kerouac

3.  “Tropic of Cancer” by Henry Miller

4.  “Stranger in a Strange Land” by Robert A. Heinlein

5.  “Her Smoke Rose Up Forever” by James Tiptree, Jr.

At that time I promised to follow up with a list of books that did not make the top five but were among my favorite fiction books of all time.  The five books above I put more or less in order, but the books below are presented alphabetically to show that I don’t necessarily prefer one above another; all are unique in their own way.  So here’s the list:

“American Pastoral” by Philip Roth.  This devastating look at the American dream gone wrong is elegantly written, and once begun is very hard to put down.  The character known as “The Swede” has a seemingly flawless middle-class lifestyle and then things begin to unravel, exposing the ugly reality underneath.  The awards and accolades this book received were well-deserved.

“Fictions” by Jorge Luis Borges.  Borges is a master of the puzzle, the maze, the conundrum, and is also a virtuoso stylist.  This book is a compilation of several of his shorter fiction books.  They are presented chronologically, and from the beginning to the end the stories are marvelous.  Many of the best are fables of the surreal that leave contemporary fantasy writers in the dust.  It’s a wonderful book.

“Interpreter of Maladies” by Jhumpa Lahiri.  I had never heard of this writer when a librarian I knew pointed the book out to me and said she thought I might be interested in it.  And indeed I was.  The stories speak of the Bengali/American experience; they juxtapose the two cultures and accentuate the alienation and culture shock of moving from one to the other, but at the same time the characters are starkly human, real and emotional and empathetic.  Having lived in West Bengal myself, I was deeply sympathetic to the plight of the immigrants to America Lahiri describes and their difficulties in adjusting to such a profoundly different culture.

“Kim” by Rudyard Kipling.  Okay, okay, I’ve heard all the arguments about Kipling being an imperialist and so on, but all that does not detract from the fact that his masterpiece, “Kim”, is a terrific book.  It plunges you into the heart of the India of the late 1800s with such exquisite detail and description that you feel you are actually there.  I have traveled extensively in India and I relished the reading experience.  It is a book written by a man who knew and deeply loved the land and its people.  Some of Kipling’s other work I find dated and trivial by today’s standards, but this book is different.  It’s a terrific read and a great adventure.

“Matterhorn” by Karl Marlantes.  This is the newest, most recently written book on this list, and in fact I have written a review of it elsewhere on this website, but I wanted to include it here as one of my favorite books of all time because I had been searching for so long for a truly great work of fiction on the Vietnam War, and in this book I found it.

“The Old Man and the Sea” by Ernest Hemingway.  I could read this book over and over.  There’s not a word out of place.  It is precise and elegant and poetic and plain all at the same time.  The relationship between the old man and the boy is beautifully rendered, and at the end when the boy finds the exhausted old man sleeping in his hut and bursts into tears, invariably so do I.  It’s one of the most perfect stories I have ever read.  Its deceptive simplicity hides great depth.

“Phases of the Moon” by Robert Silverberg.  This is a collection of some of Silverberg’s best stories.  All of my favorites are here, like “Sundance” and “Passengers” and “Good News From the Vatican”.  To top it off, each story has an accompanying essay in which Silverberg writes about how he came to write it and what was happening in his life when he did.  Silverberg is a master of the science fiction short story, and the level of ingenuity and craftsmanship these stories display has seldom been equaled since.  

“The Road” by Cormac McCarthy.  In a post-apocalyptic landscape beset with cannibals a father and his son struggle to survive.  This short book, once begun, is very difficult to put down.  The language is both spare and poetic.  The relationship between the father and son is deeply touching.  McCarthy manages, in his prose, to create great beauty out of a situation beset with despair.  There is a movie based on the book which follows the basic plot quite closely, but though it is touching in parts it is a pale imitation.  Read the book.

“Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” by Robert Pirsig.  This is another father and son story, this time of a motorcycle journey across the States.  On the way the father explores his personal study of philosophy and the thoughts that led to his nervous breakdown and recovery.  It alternates between the father/son story and a detailed description of various philosophical theories, but it manages somehow to make it all seem like a great intellectual adventure.

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Book Review: The Freelancer’s Survival Guide by Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Posted on February 21, 2011 by John Walters

I can’t remember how it happened or what led me to it, but by fortuitous chance I came across a blog called “Killing the Sacred Cows of Publishing” by Dean Wesley Smith.  Every few days a new post would appear, and it was fascinating reading.  It addressed a lot of what I had been wondering about concerning the state of modern publishing, and went beyond to things it had never occurred to me to wonder about.  Then from Smith’s blog I went to Rusch’s blog.  At the time “The Freelancer’s Survival Guide” (hereafter TFSG) was being offered for free on her website as soon as it was being completed.  Apart from whatever paper books I was reading these became my daily fare in the summer of 2010.  Almost every other day there was a new entry in one or the other, and along with the multitudes of comments they generated it turned into a detailed lesson on writing as a business.

However, I am primarily a reader of books I can hold in my hands.  I haven’t yet acquired an electronic reader.  Not that I am averse to it, but here in Greece the taxes on electronic downloads, as well as the fact that available content is only a fraction of what is available elsewhere makes it impractical.  Apart from that though, I like the feel of the book in my hands.  So as soon as TFSG became available in print I ordered a copy, and recently I re-read it and studied it at my leisure.

Rusch takes pains to explain in the Guide that it is intended not only for freelance writers and artists but for any small business owners, and that is certainly true.  There is a wealth of information available to anyone who wants to strike out on their own in business.  But it is as a writer I must address this advice.  After all, it is the only business I have ever wanted to become involved in.  And Rusch herself is also a writer, primarily of fiction, and though she gives examples of many different small business models it is inevitably to writing and publishing that she returns.  That is where her primary experience is, though it must be said that she has been involved in many small business undertakings, and has gotten a lot of advice from other freelancers in the writing of the guide.

Rusch presents the advice in TFSG in a casual, conversational style that I find very appealing.  It is almost as if you sat in her kitchen with a cup of coffee having a friendly chat.  Indeed, when the initial version of the Guide came out online Rusch welcomed comments, responded to them, and allowed the comments to shape the final version of the printed guide.

The Guide touches on many aspects of a freelancer’s life, such as when you know you’re ready to quit your day job, time and money management, negotiating, networking, risks and setbacks, how to deal with failure and success, and goals and dreams and staying positive through it all.  Every chapter is inspiring and illuminating and informative.  I don’t agree with all of her advice, but so what?  I certainly agree with most of it, and even that with which I disagree causes me to ponder whatever point she is making.

Overall I highly recommend this book.  It’s still available for free in chapters on her website, www.kriswrites.com (there is a donation button), but if like me you relish holding the physical book in your hands, or if you want to download it for your electronic reading device, it is available at Amazon as well as other online outlets.

To all you writers out there, aspiring or beginners or veterans, I can’t recommend this book enough.  It’s well worth the price of the purchase.  And be sure to check out Kris and Dean’s websites; every week they still publish cutting-edge essays on the current state of publishing and advice to writers.

One more thing:  for a long time I was a lurker; that is, I went to the sites to read but was too shy to say anything myself.  Then I began posting questions and comments and the response was always inviting, friendly, and helpful.  After each essay there is a lively discussion with well-informed people, many of whom are also professional writers.  So don’t miss the comments either; they are well worth the read.

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Reality Check

Posted on February 18, 2011 by John Walters

I set goals.

Maybe you do too; I don’t know.  A lot of people do and a lot of people don’t.  Most of the goals that I set for myself have to do with writing.

I have a full-time job here in Greece of teaching English as a second language.  I also treat my writing as a second full-time job.  Due to circumstances I have to give priority to the job that makes more money, which at the moment is the teaching.  I hope that situation will change in the future, but in the meantime I set goals that will help me realize the vision I have for my writing.

Some goals work, and some don’t.  A case in point:  I set a goal around the middle of January concerning how many stories I would like to write, as a minimum, during 2011.  The first story I finished, no problem, but the second has been a problem.  It’s not that the premise isn’t sound; the idea is dynamite.  The problem is that the story turned out to be much more complicated, and therefore longer, than I had thought it would be, and I don’t really have the time now to work on something long.  During the summer, maybe, but not now.  Too many things interrupt.  For example, I just got a note from an editor who is interested in one of my stories for an anthology; he requested a rewrite, and so I had to drop what I was doing and take care of that.  In addition, I am in the final stages of preparing the memoir of my time on the road for publication, and I have to work on that.  Then there are stories that have to be sent out due to deadlines in various markets.

It’s not that I don’t want to write; it’s just that I can’t get my mind on a long project right now.  So I am putting it aside.  I am not abandoning it.  I have often stopped stories half-finished and come back to them when the time is right, and they have turned out to be some of my best stories.  But if I continue to slog away half-heartedly at a story just to get the work count in, that story will be crap, and I don’t want to waste my time writing crap.  I want to write good stuff, spot-on stuff.

Sometimes, I have to admit, it’s hard to know the difference when you are in the midst of the fray.  I have persevered through some stories when I felt it wasn’t going well and when I came to the end I found out that they were just fine.

But other times, you have to pause, analyze the situation, and see if you are really following the right course of action, or if you should re-set goals and follow an even better path.  This is true not just in writing but in any worthwhile endeavor. 

That’s what I had to do recently:  reassess.

Postscript:

After writing the above, I did some of the business that had been pending:  I did the rewrite the editor had requested and sent it off, I wrote a blog post, I took care of some other things – and you know what?  I went back to that story I thought I would have to set aside renewed, and I was able to continue with it in joy and not with a sense of oppression.  The difference was attitude.  Before, I felt the burden of my self-imposed word count and the fact that I had so many other things to do and could not enjoy the task of the writing.  Afterwards, the burden was lifted and I realized that circumstances were not to blame – I was.  That story might get finished this month after all.

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My Five Favorite Fiction Books

Posted on February 14, 2011 by John Walters

Lists of favorite books are fun, aren’t they?  Sometimes they give me ideas on what to read next, and I am always on the lookout for good books, as I am always reading something.  Usually I alternate between fiction and nonfiction, because there is so much I want to read in each category.

At first I was going to list my ten favorite fiction books, but then I realized that there were a few that were more important than the others.  So I will list the top five here, and list five or six or seven runners-up in another post.

These books that I have chosen as my favorites are not necessarily what I would choose to read now, but at the time I read (and re-read) them they were tremendously influential for me personally in some way.  So here they are:

1.  “The Lord of the Rings” by J.R.R. Tolkien.  No contest.  The boxed trilogy was given to me by one of my grandmothers, my mother’s mother, when I was in my early or mid- teens.  At the time I had never heard of the book or the author.  But before the end of the first chapter I was deeply hooked, and by the time the dark riders were stalking the hobbits through the Shire I knew that I had stumbled upon a unique literary experience.  In the next few years after I read this for the first time I read it at least a dozen times more.  I remember once I read the whole trilogy, appendixes and all, three times in a row, nonstop, starting again as soon as I had finished.  In recent years I have read the trilogy a few times more, and each time it has been a wonderful experience.  No other work of fiction has influenced me so profoundly.

2.  “On the Road” by Jack Kerouac.  This is the only book on the list that I think is dated and I have little interest in reading now, though at the time I read and re-read and re-re-read it I was profoundly changed by the experience.  I discovered it in a book of descriptions of famous American novels and read it because it seemed an interesting story.  It was far more than that.  It made me long to be out on the road myself, and eventually I did hit the road.

3.  “Tropic of Cancer” by Henry Miller.  I can’t remember how I found out about Henry Miller, but I know that “Tropic of Cancer” was the first book of his I read.  Passionate, poetic, brazen, ribald, blatantly honest Henry Miller came along just at the right time.  He made writing seem a wondrous glory of an experience, and life itself a celebration that was richer when the art of prose was added to the mix.  After I read “Tropic of Cancer” I read as many of Miller’s other books I could get my hands on, but I came back to “Tropic of Cancer” again and again, and I think it’s his masterpiece, his breathtaking shattering of convention, a wonderful piece of wild exuberant prose, entertaining and moving and wacky and intense and precise all at the same time.

4.  “Stranger in a Strange Land” by Robert Heinlein.  That same grandmother who gave me “The Lord of the Rings” also gave me a boxed set of Heinlein novels one Christmas.  I don’t think this one was included, but because I enjoyed the others I found and read this, and it was far above and beyond anything else I had read by Heinlein, and most other writers as well.  It starts deceptively simply as a science fiction adventure but quickly becomes much more – a counter-cultural event that satirizes everything conventional in established social systems.  Coming as it did when the youth revolution hit its stride in the late sixties, it was quickly adopted as a sort of irreverent banner around which to rally, but for me it was a wonderful thoughtful piece of prose that caused me to question everything I had been taught of the right way to think and perform.

5.  “Her Smoke Rose Up Forever” by James Tiptree, Jr.  When you see the list of runners-up you will see that several short story collections are included.  I’m a great fan of short stories; I love to read them as well as write them, and James Tiptree, Jr., alias Alice Shelton, was one of the greatest short story writers of all.  It’s hard to pick out any favorites because so many of her stories are so brilliant, but some of my favorites are “The Girl Who Was Plugged In”, “The Women Men Don’t See”, “Houston, Houston, Do You Read?”, and “The Screwfly Solution”.

Stay tuned for the fiction book runners-up.  And if you have your own list I’d love to hear it; as I said, I’m always looking for a good read.

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Savoring the Unsavory, or, the Metaphysics of the Mundane

Posted on February 11, 2011 by John Walters

I spent years on the road not worrying about anyone else’s schedule at all:  I slept when I wanted, woke up when I wanted, stayed in one place or moved on, and so on.  There were hardships, sure; you can never predict what will happen on the road.  I’d spend hours trying to hitch a ride in bad weather, or waiting at border crossings, or searching for a suitable little space whereon to spread out my sleeping bag.  But generally what I did and where I did it was my decision and mine alone.

There was a time for that.  However, since then I have made major life-changing decisions and no longer can afford to live in such a selfish, hedonistic manner.  For one thing, I got married.  As soon as you commit yourself to another person the whole equation changes.  And then, we started having kids.  It’s not possible to understand the total responsibility of children unless you are in the position yourself.  Your life is not your own, in a sense – though in another sense it still is, as you made the major decisions and commitments necessary to put yourself into that situation.

But what I wanted to bring out is that because of those commitments I can’t do whatever I want anymore.  Actually, in a strict sense, I can do very little of what I want, or what I would choose to do were I on my own.

For one thing, I would spend a lot more time writing, and studying about writing, and marketing my stories, and so on.  I would read more and watch more films.  I would definitely travel much more than I am able to do now.

However, I can’t.  So what do I do?  I used to live for the times when I could do the activities I enjoyed, and wished that the things I did as a matter of obligation would be over as soon as possible.

But…  I’m not getting any younger, and I have begun to realize that the times I spend doing things I would not choose to do, such as my teaching job, household chores, exercise, business obligations, and so on, is time that I can never get back.  And if my only attitude while doing these things is to get them over with as quickly as I can, then I get no benefit from the experience.

So I have begun to try to enjoy those things I previously derived no enjoyment from.  It reminds me of the old Stephen Stills song, “If You Can’t Be with the One You Love, Love the One You’re With”.  I’ve tried to do that with these sometimes unsavory tasks, and…  You know what?  It works.

It takes time, though.  You don’t make the decision and then instantly enjoy washing the dishes or taking out the trash or going to your job.  But once the attitude shift has been initiated, if you are faithful to keep reminding yourself, the change will come.

It’s so much more fun to enjoy everything you do instead of only your primary activity.

Don’t get me wrong.  I still love the writing first and I don’t think that will ever change.  But life is short, and I’m going to savor as much of it as I can while I have it.  Even the unsavory parts.

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Staying Put

Posted on February 7, 2011 by John Walters

Since I just wrote a post about the importance of a writer getting out and seeing and experiencing life, I figured I had better balance it out with the imperative of a writer returning to the desk, planting butt in chair, and actually writing.  After a point has been reached experience is redundant if it does not get converted into prose. 

That’s one thing I didn’t grasp during my first forays out onto the road.  I carried notebooks with me but seldom used them.  What I should have done is use them every day.  I should have written down my impressions and observations and I would have had a gold mine to draw from.  As it is, when I finally opened those notebooks and read the few entries I had composed I was astonished.  When I had written the material I had thought I was just scribbling; but I had been doing it in exotic places such as a hillside in Katmandu Valley, a beach in Goa, and at the edge of the West overlooking the Pacific Ocean at Cape Mendocino.  I had not only written down what I saw, but also my dreams and ambitions and frustrations and references to literature that occurred to me and so on.  It was powerful stuff, stuff that no one else could have written:  mine, uniquely mine.

And this is the point:  if I had not sat down and written it, it would never have existed.

Later, much later, I found out that this theory translated well into fiction too.  I have a well of experience and emotion from which I can draw, and when I write a story it all comes out in some form or another.  But I have to sit my ass down and do it.

On the road, once I caught the value of taking the time to compose I did it at any chance I had.  I bought larger notebooks and filled one after the other.  Those notebooks are lost, but they served their purpose:  they got that fountain flowing.

For me it has always been harder to sit down and do the writing than gather material.  At first, my problem was that I felt I had nothing worth saying.  It was the dilemma of the shy inhibited loner not having the guts to speak up to a group.  Then, when I found my voice and had no problem expressing it, I was often too busy surviving to write it down.  Then, a lot of things happened and I stopped completely for a time.  And now, with a wife and five sons and a six-day-a-week fulltime job, I have no doubt about my calling or the need to get the work done but very little time in which to do it.

Sometimes I long for the freedom of those days when I had all the time I needed but didn’t use it wisely.  I don’t long for the days themselves or the experiences to repeat themselves – there is a time for everything, as Ecclesiastes tells us and the Byrds remind us – but just for the time in which to do what needs to be done.

So whatever ambition you pursue, whether it is writing or some other endeavor, use your time wisely.  You’ll be glad you did.

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Getting Out There

Posted on February 5, 2011 by John Walters

Writing about the brilliant novel “Matterhorn” a few days ago put me in mind of another book on war, this one nonfiction, “The Forever War” by Dexter Filkins.  I read it last year, I think in spring, but some of the visions he evoked stay with me still.  He presents scenes from the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq as a series of images, almost like photographs in words.  I remember vignettes of him accompanying a night patrol through a pitch-black city full of snipers, and meeting Iraqi soldiers while jogging in war-ravaged Baghdad, and witnessing an execution in Afghanistan – and being impressed with the courage of the man.  Nobody works that kind of a job for money.  He is on a mission; I say “is” because evidently he’s still out there in harm’s way.  His book is a life-changer, and I highly recommend it to anyone who is interested in what war is really like.

But I didn’t sit down to write a book review.  Another piece of writing that prompted this post was a recent guest blog by Elizabeth Bear on the Clarion website.  She wrote about the necessity of a writer getting up off the chair and going outside once in a while, to get some fresh air and exercise and observe people, that is, see what life is all about.  She pointed out that writers cannot always live only in their heads.

I went through this dilemma when I was a young writer just starting out.  I wanted to sit down and compose masterpieces out of the random stuff that had accumulated in my brain.  But it doesn’t work like that, at least for me.  Maybe others can do that, but I couldn’t – and can’t.  I had to take off and get out there on the road among people to figure out that I had something worth sharing.  There’s enough bullshit in the world, and I couldn’t see myself adding to the supply.  Sure, as fiction writers we “make stuff up” – but where does that store of made-up stuff come from?  If it doesn’t come from personal experience – and by this I don’t mean if you write about alien worlds you have to have visited them – I mean to say, if it doesn’t come from the gut and the heart every time, then it isn’t worth telling.  And to have that heart you have to spend some time out there in the real world.  Yeah, I know, the thought of it terrified me too when I first contemplated it.

But concerning the memoir of my journeys in the mid-70s I am currently finishing up for publication, there’s not an ice cube’s chance in hell I could have written about hitchhiking broke across Europe, the Mid-East, and India without having done it myself.  Getting out on the road and exposing myself to an infinitude of possibilities, and yes, even dangers, was necessary in my case to find my voice as a writer, to break open that fountain within.  Otherwise I would have stagnated, decayed, and died – at least as an artist.

Some things, of course, we cannot do in person; we have to make them up as we go.  We cannot enter a dragon’s keep, or travel to far Centauri, or enter past historical eras to do authentic research.  But we can get out and live and discover what it is to be human, to laugh and cry and play and love and all the things that people do, and then we can put that in any milieu in which we choose to write.  We should never hide ourselves away in closed rooms, except temporarily, to write it all down.

Now I know what some of you writers might say:  it is a writer’s job to hide away and write.  Yes, of course.  But it is also the job of a writer of integrity, even if he or she makes things up, to write the truth.  It’s a calling and a mission, not just an occupation.

And sometimes to get it right you just have to get out there.

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Book Review: Matterhorn: A Novel of the Vietnam War by Karl Marlantes

Posted on February 1, 2011 by John Walters

The Vietnam War was the defining war for my generation, just as the Mideast wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are for the present generation.  There are differences, of course.  Young people today do not feel as threatened by the current war, as it is fought by professional soldiers, and though the situation could change, at least right now there is no risk that they could be arbitrarily called up to serve.  In my time, though, the early 70s, the draft was in effect, and young men were wrenched out of whatever they were doing in the homeland, under threat of imprisonment, and sent off to fight and die in a war that they often either did not believe in or had no idea what it was about.

Personally, my initial, “W”, came up number 13 in the draft lottery and it looked like I’d be grabbed, but just a few weeks before I would have been called for enlistment the draft was abolished and the military became voluntary again.  I don’t know what would have happened if I’d gone, or if I would have survived, but I was glad I didn’t have to find out.

Because Vietnam was so important to me, and such a significant part of the era in which I lived, I have always sought out books, both fiction and nonfiction, that would help me understand it better.  Two of the best nonfiction books I have ever read on the Vietnam War are “The Best and the Brightest” by David Halberstam, and “A Bright Shining Lie: John Paul Vann and America in Vietnam” by Neil Sheehan.  It has been harder to find spot-on fiction.  I eagerly read “Tree of Smoke” by Denis Johnson a few years ago; it’s a great book, very well-written, but it deals mainly with intelligence agency subterfuge and not so much with the situation for the grunts on the ground.

Then along came “Matterhorn”.  I first heard of it through a major review in Time Magazine.  I did some further research online, read some more reviews, and then decided I had to read it and ordered it as soon as I could.  Does it live up to all the hype it has received?  Yes, and then some.  It is one of the best novels I have read in years.  It is the Vietnam novel I always looked for but never found.

It gets right down into the nitty-gritty of a Marine Corps company in the north near the borders of Laos and North Vietnam.  They are ordered to vacate a hill called Matterhorn, and then after a long march through the jungle to headquarters are ordered to re-take it.  The novel details not only the dirt and blood and horror the men on the ground experience, but also the insanity of the decision-making process on up the chain of command.  Oh, it’s a hell of a book all right, and it takes you, the reader, on a journey through hell.

The author served as a Marine in Vietnam.  It is said that it took him thirty years to write the book, but at no time was he a full-time writer; he had a family and a career and one can imagine the novel slowly taking shape in whatever time was available to him.  But what is obvious is that it is a labor of love, and an effort to tell what must be told, that is, what would eat up the guts if it were not told; equally obvious is the fact that Marlantes is a very talented novelist.

Dark though the subject matter is, while reading “Matterhorn” I didn’t want the experience to end; so it is with great art.  I highly recommend this book.

I’m a professional writer; I make my living by my words.  I’m happy to share these essays with you, but at the same time, financial support makes the words possible.  If you’d like to become a patron of the arts and support my work, buy a few of my available books or available stories.  Thanks!

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On Exercise

Posted on January 28, 2011 by John Walters

Since today is one of my exercise days, I thought I would say a few words on how I exercise and why.

I have to confess that until I was forty I never did any sort of sustained organized exercise.  I dabbled in it, played sports for fun (especially basketball), and walked a lot, but I have one of those metabolisms that allowed me to eat as much as I wanted of anything I wanted without it showing.  At forty, though, the spread did start to show.  I didn’t like it and decided to do something about it.

Since I worked nights, during the day I took care of whatever son was currently too young to go to school, so stroller before me I would head for a park, both for his well-being and mine.  While he was playing around on the outdoor toys, I would work out on the overhead bars – the kind that allow you to walk hand over hand from one end to the other.  I figured out all sorts of tricks to keep me going:  how many times I could go back and forth without stopping, using the outside bars instead of the inside, hopping along by moving both hands at the same time, and so on.  After a while, I noticed my shirts getting tighter as my shoulders got broader.  Alas, once I tried it without warming up at all, and tore a rotor cuff in my shoulder.  I had to go to the States to have it looked at, and that put an end to my playground exercise time.

But I didn’t give up.  After I recovered full use of my shoulder, I came across a book written by a Navy Seal outlining the Navy Seal exercise program of sit-ups, leg-lifts, pushups, pull-ups, etc., and decided to try it.  I got fanatical about it, doing it six days a week for an hour or more a day.  I was in great shape.  My older sons credit their own diligence at exercise from my example during this period.  Alas again, disaster struck.  I was so into it that I overdid, and I got a hernia.  Ouch.  I had it operated on here in Greece.  My health insurance put me low man on the totem pole at the public hospital, and instead of keyhole surgery which would have had me up and around in a day, they did the old fashioned slash-and-open style.  I was three days at the hospital (a horrific experience) and months recovering.  Sigh.  No more Navy Seal stuff for me.

After I was well enough to start getting back in shape, I asked one of my brothers who has studied sports medicine for a recommendation of what I should do.  He said I should try either Tai-Chi, or yoga.  I researched both.  Tai-Chi appealed to me, but I felt it was too complicated to do without a teacher.  So I got some yoga books from the library and worked out a routine for myself.  It evolved along the way to include some careful calisthenics like pushups, balancing practice during which I stand on one leg in various poses, an extended headstand, but most of it is what would be called power yoga.  I do it three times a week for about an hour and twenty minutes each time.  During this time, I practice power breathing as well; every breath is counted, even between poses.  I know that many enjoy music as they exercise, but as for me, I concentrate better in silence, so the only sound is the sound of my breathing.

As far as I am concerned, exercise is important for everyone, but it is essential for a writer.  It reminds me of something I read about Jack London early in his career.  He was spending so many hours in front of the typewriter that he felt himself getting flabby, and when his body got flabby, he felt his thoughts getting flabby as well.  So he bought some weights and forced himself to take time off to get himself back in shape, and his intellectual vigor returned as well.

For me, too, I write best if I am whole and healthy in body, mind, and spirit.

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Book Review: The Best American Short Stories 2007, edited by Stephen King

Posted on January 25, 2011 by John Walters

My motivation for reading this book was the same one I had for reading the recent collection of best science fiction stories edited by Gardner Dozois:  I write and submit to the magazines, so I wanted to be familiar with what was considered the best in the field.  I have to admit that I write and publish a lot more of what is considered science fiction and fantasy (for those who must categorize such things)than what is referred to as mainstream fiction.  As yet I have sold but one story to a literary magazine.  But I submit to such mags and I was curious.  I chose the anthology edited by Stephen King because I trust the man’s judgment.  His book “On Writing” is one of the most brilliant on the craft that I have ever read.  I don’t agree with everything therein, but so what?  King is an expert and a success at what he does by anyone’s standards, and his advice is worth heeding.

In my review of the Dozois collection I said that overall I was disappointed in the quality of the stories.  I was not so disappointed in this collection, but I believe that part of the reason at least was that my expectation was not so high.  As in the other collection, there were some duds, some so-so stories, and some that shone.  But it seems to me that the three or four real duds were even worse than the mediocre science fiction stories because they had nothing to commend them, not even a sense of wonder; they were boring, flat, lifeless.  The so-so stories were okay to read but okay to not have read.  But the best stories in the collection, the ones that shone, the ones that left me with a WOW feeling – I have to say that these stories impressed me more than the best stories in the science fiction collection.  Perhaps it was because they spoke of real things happening to real people and there was more emotional resonance, but I don’t think that was it, at least not completely.  They were just brilliant stories.  In fact, there were a few fantasies in this collection, but to my mind they fell into the mediocre category.  No, the stories that touched me did so because they were great stories, and I wish that literature were not so boxed in according to genre – that literary magazines would accept more science fiction and fantasy, and that genre magazines would accept more stories that didn’t rely so much on quick-start action adventure but slow-paced character buildup.

Anyway, to give credit where it is due, these are the stories in the collection I enjoyed most:  “Toga Party” by John Barth; “Balto” by T. C. Boyle; “My Brother Eli” by Joseph Epstein; “L. DeBard and Aliette: A Love Story” by Lauren Groff; “Wake” by Beverly Jensen; “The Bris” by Eileen Pollack; and “Horseman” by Richard Russo.  That’s in alphabetical order, not order of quality.

Would I recommend this book?  Sure, why not?  Overall it was a good read, and even the so-so stories – even the duds for that matter – had their moments. 

As a bonus, at the end, there are brief paragraphs about the authors, and also author’s comments on each of the stories.  I gleaned a few gems from there too.  For example, the Groff story was pulled out of the slush pile of “The Atlantic Monthly” and it is one of her first published stories.  The Jensen story was published posthumously, the first of several sent out by friends after her death.  Little snippets of reality like these encourage struggling writers like me; they tell me that each and every published piece of work has a history and a human heart behind it, and that none are merely cogs in a great publishing machine.

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