(Catch-up post, five of five.)
Emily is reading next Wednesday, 25 March, at Amherst Books. (Rescheduled from the reading Emily had to cancel in February 2008.) Sponsored by the Amherst College Creative Writing Center; set up by Alex.
Also: Granta asked a number of writers to “reflect upon John Updike’s contribution to literature”; Emily’s note is something like four-fifths of the way down the page.
(Catch-up post, three of five.)
The Chautauqua Institution this summer: Week Four: The Ethical Frontiers of Science (July 14–18): Write What You Don’t Know: Using Research to Enliven Your Writing:
Though many of us have received the advice to “write what you know,” sometimes writing exclusively about our own experiences can feel limiting. Researching topics of interest, however, and imagining the lives of people different from ourselves can free us to explore new territory. This workshop will focus on using research (creatively defined) to broaden the horizons of our writing. Through in-class and take-home exercises, we’ll expand our knowledge of the greater world, and we will read and discuss published authors who can guide and cheer us on in this endeavor.
(Full 2008 summer catalog.)
Also: podcast of Jeff Miller, Director of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle, interviewing Emily last summer.
And: Emily interviewed by the editors of West 10th for their first issue (p. 70); Dominic Smith interviewing Emily in Gulf Coast, Vol. 20, #1 (p. 319). Neither available online.
I love the world not available online.
Speaking of which: Toby at ten weeks:
The Book of Alternative Photographic Processes, Second Edition, by Christopher James: p. 171 (in Chapter 7: The Cyanotype Process): Figure 7–18: Emily Barton, Self Portrait, 1987—toned cyanotype.
I.e., Emily’s first published photograph. Cool!
Emily’s essay “Eli Miller’s Seltzer Delivery Service,” which is in the Brooklyn Was Mine anthology, being not just about our favorite, and greatly missed, borough, but also about Yiddishkeit—and a little bit about our shared obsessiveness with doing what we can to make our home more green—has also been published at Nextbook.
Emily’s contributor copies of Brooklyn Was Mine arrived. It’s such a beautiful book! And I had no idea where the title came from, but there it is, under our boot-soles, in the book’s epigraph:
What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
Whatever it is, it avails not— distance avails not, and place avails not,
I too lived, Brooklyn of ample hills was mine…
—Walt Whitman, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”
Book sales support Develop Don’t Destroy Brooklyn, a noble and deserving cause. The press release on the DDDB site also has information about a couple readings scheduled in January.
Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007: in “Best American First Sentences of Novels Published in 2006” (p. 6, in the Best American Front Section): in fantastic company (Charles D’Ambrosio, Colson Whitehead, et al.): Brookland. Awesome!
Are you taking an educational holiday at the Chautauqua Institution this week (which, thematically—as you’d presumably know, if you’re there—happens to be Week Four: 21st Century Cities)? Are you wondering: What shall I do tomorrow afternoon, after the lecture on a religious theme, and before the evening’s performance by the Chautauqua Symphony Orchestra? Shall I take a class in ballroom dancing (or knitting, or robotics, or the Amish, etc.), play golf, or go for a swim? So many options!
Well, why not go hear my brilliant wife‘s reading at 4:00pm, which is this week’s Roundtable/Lecture of the 2007 summer season of the Chautauqua Literary & Scientific Circle, “the oldest continuous book club in America”?
And if you’re not taking an educational holiday at the Chautauqua Institution this week—which, I suppose, is statistically more likely—and you, like me, weren’t aware that the Chautauqua movement didn’t fizzle out completely seventy years ago, aren’t you simply delighted to learn that such a place still exists, that it’s still going strong out there on the shore of Chautauqua Lake?
My whip-smart and knockout beautiful wife and I (it’s true, it’s marvelous, we got married, did you see the thing in the Styles section?) will be reading together for a special honeymooners edition of the One Story reading series on Friday, January 12, at around seven or so; get there a little early for the chosen cocktail, the choice of which we haven’t had a chance yet to choose (we just got back yesterday from a week in Saratoga Springs; my arms are still hurting from the horse racing simulator), but which we guarantee will be choice. (Also: the New Yorker review mentioned about three quarters of the way through: still viewable online, here, if you’re curious.)