![]() ![]() Everyone has themes, things we’re born with and drag around in a bag for the rest of our creative lives, trying to wedge them into our art, and I knew mine: family, inheritance, and revenge.ĭuring a Zoom call with a classmate at Bennington, where I’m currently working toward an MFA in fiction – I really do want to figure out this novel thing – she recommended Louise Erdrich’s The Round House as an example of a book about a family. But that was the kind of novel I wanted to write, the fully-fledged, elliptical, inherently-itself kind, and I didn’t know where to begin. I know not all novels are like this there are some that show you how they’re made, and others so uniquely constructed they don’t feel like novels at all. Having spent most of 2020 writing – and editing and editing and proofing – an essay collection, I knew how books could be formed, but the enclosure of a novel seemed so seamless, so impenetrable, and I longed to figure it out. At the start of this year, I was hoping to learn how to write a novel. ![]()
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