Starry Night
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
Gregory Frost
Rachel Pastan
Saturday night I headed out to a book launch party for novelists Gregory Frost and Rachel Pastan, being held at Swarthmore College, where both teach writing. Frost’s latest fantasy, Shadowbridge, and Pastan’s second novel, Lady of the Snakes, were released this month, within a day of each other. This serendipity led them to link celebratory forces.
As an invited guest, I had decided to simply enjoy the event, not cover it for Local LIT. However, as soon as I entered the party, I wished I had at least brought my camera.
The room glowed with local literati.
The convergence of authors, in addition to Gregory Frost and Rachel Pastan, included, in alphabetical order: poet Nathalie Anderson; novelist Diane Ayers; novelist/anthropologist Judith Berman; YA novelist and editor Steve Berman; writer/editor/critic Meredith Broussard, fresh from her January publication in Harper’s; fiction writer Clare Keefe Coleman; short story writer Ef Deal; columnist/investigative journalist/author Stephen Fried; novelist, screenwriter (and proud new papa) Joe Gangemi; Bill Kent, journalist and “Street” mystery novelist; poet and novelist Judy Moffett; novelist-turned-poet Margaret Robinson; Kelly Simmons, whose debut novel, Standing Still, will be published February 5; award-winning fiction writer Carla Spataro, co-editor/co-publisher of Philadelphia Stories; and science fiction and fantasy author Ann Tonsor Zeddies.
I hope I haven’t forgotten anybody.
Pastan and Frost read from their works, then faced off for a humorous and witty Q & A of each other, which included (Frost to Pastan) “If you were Jell-O, which flavor would you be? Then Pastan asked the following question, and Frost’s answer capped the inspiring qualities of the evening for me:
As a writer, what do you now know, that you wish you had known 20 years ago?
Frost referenced Robert Olen Butler (From Where You Dream: The Process of Writing Fiction), and said what beginning writer’s invariably leave out of their stories is the element of desire. He said somewhere along the line, this fact finally “clicked” in his writing mind: that all great fiction is predicated on desire in some fashion. Kurt Vonnegut’s more humorous way of expressing this, Frost said, was to tell his students to make their characters want something, and right away (not 20 pages in), even if it’s nothing more than a glass of water. Vonnegut said even characters paralyzed by existential crisis get thirsty now and again.
David Sedaris
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