Showing posts with label lacuna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lacuna. Show all posts

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Barbara Kingsolver and the Writer’s Conference in San Miguel de Allende




Glad that I decided to stay for the Writer’s Conference. What a privilege to hear Barbara Kingsolver in person – first as the keynote speaker and then in two additional panel discussions, discussing her most recent novel, Lacuna and her approach to writing.

Lacuna is a piece of historical fiction, set both in Mexico and in the United States. It brings to life such figures as Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, and Trotsky. During one of the Conference’s evening fiestas (see photo of me leaning over Barbara), I had an opportunity to say a few words to Barbara. I was still in the midst of reading the novel, so couldn’t say anything yet about the overall impression. In fact, I hadn’t yet reached the portion of the book that portrays what it may have felt like to live in the States during World War II and during the rise of McCarthyism. However, I was thoroughly enjoying the depiction of Frida and thanked Barbara for allowing me to see Frida Kahlo as a vibrant, sexy, and mischievous woman – a magnetic personality who was overflowing with powerful vitality despite her physical and emotional adversities.

I like to think that my comments pleased Barbara, because I think that she worked hard to being Frida to life in that way.

B.K. told us that she always starts her writing with a theme that she wants to depict. She thinks about the questions that the novel will pose and what needs to happen in the story to raise these questions, and then creates the characters who will tell the story. She generally invents her characters. They are not based on her own life. She said that she doesn’t really like to write about herself. She is more interested in writing stories about ideas.

In Lacuna, she has also woven in some real, historic figures and she tried to be as accurate as possible, doing lots of research, using the actual dates that Frida was hospitalized, etc.

A major impetus for writing this novel was the flak that Barbara received when she dared to suggest that the attack on Afghanistan was not a logical or appropriate reaction to 9/11. Thus, the theme of the howlers is the predominant theme in the novel.

Some people seem to feel that any criticism of one’s country—particularly during a time of danger—is a sign of disloyalty. This is an issue that continues to be relevant.

My sympathies are aligned with Kingsolver’s. Even if we love our country, we should be able to criticize some of its actions. It’s a basic tenet of democracy. I can relate to this both as an American and as an Israeli, as I happen to have dual citizenship. I love both the USA and Israel. Nevertheless, I do not feel that these countries can do no wrong. I believe that the ability to tolerate criticism is an essential component of a healthy democracy.

But Lacuna is a novel, not a political essay. And I thought it was a very good read. Felt sorry when it was over.

The other photos in this posting are from the same fiesta - at a resort in the hills above San Miguel. One photo shows me standing with Elizabeth Powell, who taught one of the first mini-workshops that I attended at the Conference. She is an Assistant Professor in the BFA program at Johnson State College in Vermont, teaching poetry, fiction, and literature. The mini-workshop was just one hour. That's not much time, but she did a good exercise with us on recognizing and using either implicit dialogue or explicit dialogue. She did a really good job on the workshop and she was also a very warm, likable woman.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

My Right Hand Man






Back in California. Spent my first afternoon getting my hand checked by a hand specialist/plastic surgeon at Kaiser. The good news is that the pin appears to have been inserted correctly. Yay! But the doctor here was a bit surprised to say the least that our Mexican doctor, the rather philosophical Dr. Murillo, had deemed an elastic bandage to be sufficient protection. Dr. Murillo encouraged me to try to return to normal—to continue writing with the non-injured fingers of my right hand and most important of all, not to worry.

I think Dr. Murillo would have been pleased to see me dancing happily with Micha at the Lacuna theme party on the second night of the Conference. I'm including a couple of photos from that party. The fellow sitting behind us is supposed to be Trotsky. My California doctor would have been horrified, particularly when the dance floor got more crowded. But I had a great time.

I left Kaiser with my hand well protected and twice as heavy, encased in a nicely padded, carefully sculpted cast. The cast further limits my capacity to do some simple tasks that I could previously do with the thumb and index finger of my right hand. Now the cast gets in the way. : (

But I can sleep better at night – without worrying that I will inadvertently bump my fourth finger. Sigh. Just two more weeks and then I can be rid of both the cast and pin. Looking forward to March 11.

In the meantime, I have gained a new understanding and appreciation of the term, my right hand man – in this case, my husband, Micha. Also, enjoying seeing family and friends. Here's a shot of me and Micha playing with Gali yesterday. HAPPY PURIM to all my Jewish friends and family! Planning to go to a Purim party tonight -- but haven't decided on a costume. Might just wear my old Mexican poncho. It's at least 35 years old and I don't know where I got it. But it's one of the few things that fits easily over my cast.