High Point, NC
Garrison Keillor and the Hopeful Gospel Quartet (Robin & Linda Williams, Prudence Johnson with Dan Chouinard) comes to the High Point Theatre for an Evening of poetry, gospel, sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. Tickets $60-$40
Garrison Keillor and the Hopeful Gospel Quartet (Robin & Linda Williams, Prudence Johnson with Dan Chouinard) comes to the Waynes Theatre for an Evening of poetry, gospel, sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. 7:00PM $55 reserved
Garrison Keillor and the Hopefuls (Robin and Linda Williams) comes to the Carrollton Cultural Arts Center for an Evening of poetry, gospel, sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. Tickets $30 reserved/ $10 children
Carrollton, GA Luncheon
Garrison Keillor will join guests for a casual Luncheon in the Lobby of the Carrollton Cultural Arts Center, where he will talk about how it all began and where he thinks he is going. Tickets: $45
Garrison Keillor Tonight with opener Debi Smith comes to The Birchmere in Alexandria, VA for an Evening of poetry, Sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. Tickets $45.00.
Poem for My Former Niece
by Amie Whittemore
Soon it will hurt less
to remember your hair
in my hands, softest foxtails.
Or your voice as you kicked
your feet in the bath.
Your five-year-old insights, zinnia-bright.
Being your aunt is winning
summer, warm rain, and
a tap-dancing unicorn.
It’s chocolate cake for breakfast
and a tea party with panda bears––
please, draw that for me.
That’s what I would have asked
before the divorce. Now,
in this new land, I treat you
like a unicorn. Sugar cubes
in my hand, soft whistle
in my throat.
There’s no word
for “former niece.”
I’d rather eat
500 pickles than invent
such a term.
I hope you laugh
about those pickles.
Rare egg, trust your shine.
Know I tend a bouquet for you.
“Poem for My Former Niece” by Amie Whittemore from Glass Harvest. © Autumn House Press, 2016. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
It’s the birthday of essayist Michel de Montaigne, (books by this author) born in Perigord, in Bordeaux, France (1533). He is considered by many to be the creator of the personal essay, in which he used self-portrayal as a mirror of humanity in general. Writers up to the present time have imitated his informal, conversational style. He said, “The highest of wisdom is continual cheerfulness: such a state, like the region above the moon, is always clear and serene.”
It’s the birthday of novelist Colum McCann, (books by this author) born in Dublin, Ireland (1965). He’s the author of Let the Great World Spin (2009), which won the 2009 National Book Award. His fiction has been translated into 30 languages.
He grew up in suburban middle-class Dublin in a house full of books and majored in journalism. At age 21, he moved to the United States, intent on writing the great American novel that summer. He didn’t get very far. He decided he needed to go see America, so he hopped on a 15-speed Schwinn and bicycled around the country. He cycled 12,000 miles, winding through 40 states, collecting stories all along the way — stories that still make their way into his fiction a couple of decades later.
He has had a happy life, he says, the kind that doesn’t make for an interesting story. He said, “For me, the logical conclusion is that I have to write outside my life.” He said that it feels like going to college every time he writes a book: “I take a brand-new three-year crash course in that which I want to know.” To research one novel, he lived with homeless people in subway tunnels. For another, he went to Russia and hung around “hospitals and dancehalls and Stalin-era apartments.”
For a different novel, he spent a year looking at maps at the New York Public Library, and then headed off to of Eastern Europe to wander through Roma camps, “carting [his] ignorance,” he said, “to Slovakia, the Czech Republic, Hungary, Austria, and Italy.” That research was for his novel Zoli, based loosely on the life of a Polish poet from the 1950s.
Every novel is a failure, he says, in that “you can never achieve what you truly want to achieve. That thing you dreamt on the riverbank is never the thing you achieve when you are back at the writing table, or when the paper is coming out of the printer.” He wanted to “bounce back fast” from Zoli. He set out to write an epic.
That epic: Let the Great World Spin. It’s set in the 1970s and weaves together the stories of a dozen New York protagonists, including prostitutes, a young radical Irish monk, and a Park Avenue mother in mourning for her son killed in Vietnam, which famously begins with the image of the tightrope walker high in the air between the twin towers.
To get the voice of protagonist Tillie, the 38-year-old grandmother and longtime prostitute, McCann did a lot of research. He went to the New York Public Library and looked through records, trying to track down 1970s Bronx prostitutes. He tried talking with women on the stroll. He shadowed police detectives around the Bronx. He rummaged through piles of rap sheets, trying to figure out which crimes his Tillie might have committed. He read the memoir of a pimp.
He said that it took him a really long time to get Tillie’s voice — about four or five months. He was on the verge of giving up. He told his wife he just didn’t think he could do it. Then one night this line came floating to him, which went: “The skinniest dog I ever seen is the one on the side of the Greyhound buses.” It was a simple line, he said, but he recognized it as the voice he was trying to channel. He wrote all night, he said, “and wound up with six pages.”
The Tillie monologue, which is set in her jail cell and spans almost 40 pages, begins:
“They didn’t let me go to Corrigan’s funeral. I woulda walked the bakery line to get there. They put me back in the pen instead. I weren’t crying. I laid straight out on the bench with my hand over my eyes.
“I saw my rap sheet, it’s yellow with fifty-four entries. Typed up not so neat. You see your life with carbon copies. Kept in a file. Hunts Point, Lex and Forty-ninth, West Side Highway, all the way back to Cleveland.”
Colum McCann said: “I think a good novel can be a doorstop to despair. I also think the real bravery comes with those who prepared to go through that door and look at the world in all its grime and torment, and still find something of value, no matter how small.”