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Editors' Prize: All is working
Sorry for the system having been down for a couple of days. It occurred due to a server changeover that was a little more complicated than we had hoped. That process is finished now and working and we invite your Smith Prize submission.
An established fiction writer (three novels; lots of stories) emailed me yesterday and asked whether he should enter the contest and I told him, hell yes, enter it. The simple percentage likelihood of winning or being a runner up is as high as a regular submission (because of the large number of regular submits), and the payday is considerably nicer. Also, submitters get a subscription to the magazine–either a regular print subscription or an online one, their choice.
America’s Literary Connectors
I just spent a few days in the British Library, where I was looking into the papers of James Stern, a little-remembered author who kept popping up in the files of other writers. Stern was a frequent and assiduous supporter of fellow artists, through friendship and correspondence. Measuring the amount of help he offered others, he could be compared with Noel Coward in theatre, Cecil Beaton in photography, and—perverse though he could be at times—Evelyn Waugh in fiction. These artists had very different personalities yet were all examples of what Malcolm Gladwell calls “connectors,” people whose sociability, energy, curiosity and self confidence allow them to span different groups and assist others in productive ways.
Who are America’s literary connectors of the past few years—writers who have extended careers of being—to use Gladwell’s phrase “almost pathologically helpful” to their friends and students. I posed that question to several authors at the Sewanee Writers’ Conference a few weeks ago and we came up with the following names:
Robert Pinsky, who taught at Wellesley College, Berkeley, and now at Boston University. Pinsky served as poet laureate in the late nineties and is perhaps best known for his translation of the Inferno in 1994. He is a brilliantly helpful friend and self-confessed email addict.
Another is poet Ken Fields. I met Ken as a would-be student to the Stanford program in 1968, the year after he began teaching there. Ken is sociable, helpful, a great reader, and a fine poet, who has been a friend and supporter for hundreds of young writers over the years (Ken also knows more than anybody should know about the history of movies).
Ellen Bryant Voigt developed the first low-residency writing program at Goddard in the 1970s and since the eighties has taught at Warren Wilson College. She became a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 2003. Throughout her career has shown a gift for bringing writers together and helping with their work. An interview of Ellen is in our spring 2009 issue.
By founding and supporting McSweeney’s, a publishing house and literary magazine, Dave Eggers has created a vital literary scene and helped advance the careers of young writers. Despite the huge success of his memoir A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Eggers publishing enterprise hasn’t had it easy. In 2006, its distributor went bankrupt, owing the company about $600,000, a problem which he successfully resolved by undertaking an internet auction and taking on a new distributor.
Finally, I and a number of others regard Wyatt Prunty as a connector of the first order. He’s the author of seven collections of poetry and the tireless promoter and acting executive of the Sewanee Conference. I first met Wyatt at Sewanee, when we were both students there, not yet legal drinking age. Wyatt grew acquainted with Allen Tate and others among the Formalists and New Critics who had shaped views in modern American literature. His own poetry is sometimes associated with the New Formalism, although you’d never know it by his personality. His program at Sewanee, with the aid of the Tennessee Williams estate, has powered the careers of a growing number of writers and every year continues to make available a remarkable experience for early career writers.
There are obviously a number of others who could be included in this list, including Hilda Raz, who has been the editor of Prairie Schooner for over twenty years and Rod Smith who continues to edit another superb little magazine, Shenandoah. We should celebrate and thank them all for lifetimes of being so helpful to other writers.
The Smith Prize
Check out our Smith Prize. The winners in all three genres–fiction, poetry, essay–receive five thousand dollars each. More importantly, it’s great for careers. Entering online is easy, and all entrants get a year’s subscription to the magazine. Deadline is in a little over a month. Just click the announcement on the home page for details. Deadline is October 1.
Twitter and looking for a good bit of prose
I’m going to try Twitter. My user name is speerladdie (pardon the cuteness; everything simple was already used). So join with me. I’m particularly interested in authors, writers at all career phases (we specialize in “firsts”, so I’m very interested in writers at the struggle phase), good new books, and other editors, including those at literary magazines and publishing houses. Writers and editors of the world unite!
By the way, we are close to finishing up the next issue in production, which in fact has to do–directly and indirectly– with the struggles of writers and artists. We still need one more essay or piece of fiction. So if you’ve got a good one, submit it online.
The Infinite Library
I was riding my electric bike through the neighborhood last evening at the quiet hour. No wind, no traffic, no hard pumping up the hills. A few people gardening in their front yards looked up and smiled as I tooled by. And what was I thinking about?
The meaning of the suffix “-ate.” Yes, that’s right. Riding my magic bicycle at the perfect hour of the perfect day of the year, I was thinking not about love, not about vacations, not about the price of real estate, but about suffixes, particularly the one deriving from the Latin that means to cause to happen-expectorate, recreate, congregate, stimulate, cogitate, fornicate, mediate, associate–one could go on forever with the -ates.
What a wonderful thing the mind is. It is as free flowing and unpredictable as the weather. If a hundred experts sat in a room working hard for a week, they could never guess what I was thinking about on my ride. Or if they did, they could certainly never guess both that and what I thought about next. And to guess three successive thoughts? No way, except with the help of Borges’s infinite library.
I think that’s why fiction and poetry are potentially more amazing than every other art form. It’s not a single moment, not a work of static art or of the awkwardness of moving pictures, powerful or not, but an unpredictable process of unfolding which a good story or poem can follow with the ease and naturalness of the miraculous weather of the mind.




Winter's Bone
Saw Georgeanne Nixon and Governor Nixon at the movies yesterday. Georgeanne is a serious and involved supporter of the arts. Didn’t get a chance to talk to them after the show but wonder what they thought of Winter’s Bone, which might be interpreted as a “negative” portrait of drug dealers in the Missouri Ozarks.
At The Missouri Review, we published Daniel Woodrell’s story “Woe to Live On” in 1983, before it was expanded into a novel and then turned into the movie Ride with the Devil by Ang Lee. Daniel has been to visit and read for us, as well.
The movie is being hailed as the best of the year by many critics and is fascinating both in how melodramatic and sentimental it is. Protect the Children in a Heartless World! Fight Against All-Encroaching Evil! Daddy’s Dead, What Will We Do?! It’s a flick that could almost have been made in 1916 on a rooftop in New York.
That’s not to put it down. On the contrary, Winter’s Bone is evidence of how primitive and get-back a good movie can be. How with good detail and actors, with thoughtful choice and handling of a heroine (the movie makes her slightly purer than the book) and scenic veracity, one can tell a wonderfully compelling story.
Thematically, both the book and the movie rise above simple melodrama with one particularly interesting idea: the self-ordering of social groups—even a group of outsiders. The druggies in Winter’s Bone finally resolve their own conflict because they really are the only ones for which it makes any difference.
It’s a dark story but oddly uplifting. I recommend it.
Speer Morgan is the editor of The Missouri Review. His most recent novel, The Freshour Cylinders (1998), was awarded an American Book Award.