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The best preparation I could have had for a life as a novelist was life as a newspaper reporter. At a time when more impressionistic renderings of events were beginning to creep into the news pages, I learned to look always for the telling detail: the neon sign in the club window, the striped towel on the deserted beach. I learned to distinguish between those details that simply existed and those that revealed. Those telling details are the essence of fiction that feels real. The command of those details explains why Charles Dickens, a onetime reporter, has a byline for the ages.
I learned, from decades of writing down their words verbatim in notebooks, how real people talk. I learned that syntax and rhythm were almost as individual as a fingerprint, and that one quotation, precisely transcribed and intentionally untidied, could delineate a character in a way that pages of exposition never could. And I learned to make every word count. All those years of being given 1,200 words, of having the 1,200 pared to 900 at 3 o'clock: it teaches you to make the distinction between what is necessary and what is simply you in love with the sound of your own voice. The most important thing I ever do from an editing perspective is cut. I learned how to do that in newsrooms, where cutting is commonplace, swift, and draconian.
That’s where I learned about writer's block, too. People have writer's block not because they can't write, but because they despair of writing eloquently. That's not the way it works, and one of the best places to learn that is a newspaper, which in its instant obsolescence is infinitely forgiving. Jacques Barzun once wrote: "Convince yourself that you are working in clay, not marble, on paper, not eternal bronze: let that first sentence be as stupid as it wishes. No one will rush out and print it as it stands." Journalism is the professional embodiment of that soothing sentiment.
Of course, it is also the professional embodiment of fact-finding, and that, more than anything else, is why the notion of a journalist who is also a novelist perplexes readers. "I could never make it up," one of the very best reporters I've ever known said to me. But that notion of untrammeled invention becomes illusory after a while. If you manage to build characters from the ground up carefully, make them really real, your ability to invent decreases as their verisimilitude grows. Certain people will only behave in certain ways; certain behaviors will only lead to certain other behaviors. The entire range of possible events decreases as characters choose one road, not another. Plot is like a perspective drawing, its possible permutations growing narrower and narrower, until it reaches a fixed point in the distance. That point is the ending. Life is like that. Fiction is like life, at least if it is good. And I know life. I learned it as a newspaper reporter, and now I reflect that education as a novelist. --Anna Quindlen
There are far too many characters who aren't even integral to the story.
Anna has a way to take us into situations that can be quite uncomfortable and makes one feel so many different emotions all at once.
Anna Quindlen is one of those authors I admire so much that I systematically read every one of their books, one after another.
Well written. Realistic portrayal of hopes, dreams and difficulties in family life in the first part of the novel. Read morePublished 23 hours ago by port jervis
Anna Quindlen writes beautifully. This book was very good. It was a hard topic to read but important. Wonderful and sad but also hopeful.Published 1 day ago by Amazon Customer
Excellent writing and story which I would expect from Anna Quindlen.Published 2 days ago by Gayle B. Simmons
I think this wretched book can be tossed into the "tragi-porn" category, along with books like The Virgin Suicides and If I Stay. Read morePublished 3 days ago by Raye
Anna's characters become living persons to me and their fate seemed very important. I still grieve for their loss. Read morePublished 5 days ago by hiplainslady
Nothing prepared me for the pain and disappointment I felt reading this macabre story. Having ready many of this author's books I was not expecting the violence and horror that is... Read morePublished 6 days ago by Joyce M Nelson
Having a teen-aged grandson with leukemia, the characters in this book seemed very real. I also gained some valuable insights into ways to converse with my grandson and how I want... Read morePublished 8 days ago by Marie
written simply but powerfully. a study of ordinary life and profound sorrow. would recommend to anyone who can feel deep emotion.Published 12 days ago by H. Blumberg-McKee
This is the first book I've read by Anna Quindlen and it won't be my last! Great book!!Published 12 days ago by Sharon Leonard