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3.0 out of 5 stars
"We're going to have some interesting times together.", June 27, 2008
In Jincy Willett's "The Writing Class," Amy Gallup is conducting a fiction workshop in a southern California university. She is nearing sixty, eats and drinks too much, and has grown increasingly jaded. Although she was a published novelist at twenty-two, her success was modest and short-lived, and she has written nothing of note (except for a lackluster blog and biographical sketches) for many years. Amy's closest companion is her old basset hound, Alphonse, and when she looks back at her life, it is with a rueful sadness. "While everyone else tried to live 'in the moment,' Amy learned to hide from hers. It was the only thing she worked at, really." Her existence consists, for the most part, of dread and boredom. Her teaching job is a poorly paid gig with no health benefits, but after conducting the class for fifteen consecutive quarters, she can do it in her sleep. Sometimes, when she has a decent group of students, working with them brings her a modicum of pleasure.
Amy's current class is an unusual mix, including: Dr. Richard Surtees, a handsome and arrogant physician; Pete Purvis, a pale and reserved young man; the matronly Dorothy (Dot) Hieronymus; Sylvester Reyes, a tall and broad-shouldered high-school football coach; Marvy Stokes, a balding chemistry teacher; the sharp and muscle-bound Frank Waasted, who holds a doctorate on magical realism; Edna Wentworth, an intelligent, no-nonsense former schoolteacher; Tiffany Zuniga, a pretty and smug young woman; Charlton Heston (call me Chuck), who enjoys making wisecracks; a lawyer named Harold Blasbalg; and the obese and enthusiastic Carla Karolak, a garishly dressed acolyte who has been enrolled in Amy's workshop for the past six quarters. Carla idolizes Amy and has committed her beloved mentor's lessons to memory. Unfortunately, it soon becomes apparent that one of Amy's students is a homicidal maniac.
At its best, "The Writing Class" is hilarious. The early chapters are delightfully sarcastic and lead the reader to expect an above-average mystery with satirical overtones. Willett skewers the conventions of writing workshops. The earnest students nervously bring in their mostly hackneyed and horribly written manuscripts, hoping for positive feedback and constructive criticism. Some of the participants are desperate, others pretentious, and a few have an air of indifference, as if they are sitting in the class merely to pass the time. Amy is a well-drawn and original protagonist, "a bitter, peculiar person, aware at all times of her bitterness and peculiarity." We cannot help but sympathize with this self-aware individual who has made an uneasy truce with her misery.
Alas, the author is unable to sustain the clever tone of her introductory chapters. After the first murder, "The Writing Class" becomes a standard whodunit, in which the students and teacher take on the role of amateur sleuths. Amy uses her expertise to analyze her students' writing styles and the killer's poison pen letters, hoping to find clues that will lead to the perpetrator's identity. For some inexplicable reason, the police have little interest in solving the crimes. "The Writing Class" starts out as a perceptive and bittersweet spoof (touching on the themes of loneliness, the creative process, the beauty of language, and the sadness of lost opportunities). There are some wonderful passages, including this one: "Only in art were there clichés; never in nature. There were no ordinary human beings. Everybody was born with a surprise inside." Unfortunately, like Amy's once promising career, "The Writing Class" ultimately loses steam, and ends not with a bang but with a whimper.
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14 of 15 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Beginning writers beware!, July 8, 2008
Having taught a community ed. novels class several times, I could really relate to this book. The main character, Amy Gallup, is an atypical heroine to say the least. She is overweight and plain and bordering on agoraphobic. In her early twenties, she published a successful novel, but from there, her career went steadily downhill. Teaching an adjunct university writing class is her salvation, but she doesn't know it yet. She'd much rather stay at home with her basset hound, Alphonse, who doesn't like her much.
Amy's students run the gamut from professional writers to those who are there to meet the opposite sex. Several are extremely talented. The first two student excerpts, one about how to choose the rope you will use to commit suicide, are incredibly good. Amy's suggestions are usually right on the mark, especially when she tells her class not to assume the writer of the suicide poem is writing about her own life. Of course, a writing class doesn't present enough of a conflict to encompass the entire novel, so Willet throws in a stalker; one of the students is making nasty comments on the other writers' hard copies and making harassing phone calls to Amy herself. When one of them dies, we have a full-fledge murder mystery to rival "Ten Little Indians."
Anybody who has been to a writers' conference will recognize what Willett is getting at here. There is a whole industry built to take advantage of beginning writers. Probably the most excruciating scene is one during which an old lady reads her mystery play to the class. It's Amy's job to find something possible to say about student writing, even when there's nothing good to say. The murderer is a bitter person who starts out targeting the editors who have rejected his/her work. When that isn't enough, he/she homes in on Amy's writing class. Amy's most significant observation was, "(He/she) went wrong when he/she started keeping score."
Willett structures her novel by occasionally letting us read the murderer's letters and diary entries, as well as his/her comments on student papers. This lets us participate in trying to find the killer. There's some humor as well, most of it centering on Carla, a student who has taken Amy's class five times.
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13 of 15 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A fantastic read, genre be damned!, July 2, 2008
The Writing Class is a book to satisfy the hard-to-please, for it satisfies on so many levels. As a mystery, it is a not-easily-guessed puzzle, all the way to the end. It is funny enough to please the most finicky of humor-lovers. Action sequences are vividly described and grip the reader. Character development is believable, and is not limited to the protagonist, Amy. The book even serves as a source of tips for wanna-be writers. Willett has hit the mark with this one just as surely as she did with Winner of the National Book Award and Jenny and the Jaws of Life.
My request to Ms. Willett would be that she now take Amy by the hand (or by the scruff of the neck, if needed) and lead her into other books, perhaps in other genres altogether: a Fabio-emblazoned romance called Love's Lascivious Extension Prof, an espionage thriller titled Mightier Than the Sword, perhaps some sci-fi - The Universal Point of View, some erotica - Amy Does Alexandria, a bit of distopian fantasy - What Rhymes With Clockwork Orange? If anyone can tackle, successfully and with wit, the genres currently sub-dividing bookstore shelves, it will be Jincy Willett.
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