Lydia Davis' New Collection Has Stories Shorter Than This Headline
The writer Lydia Davis has released a new collection of short stories — and, in her trademark style, some of them are reallyshort stories. Here's "Contingency (vs. Necessity)" in its entirety:
He could be our dog. But he is not our dog. So he barks at us.
And the title story of the collection, Can't And Won't:
I was recently denied a writing prize because, they said, I was lazy. What they meant by lazy was that I used too many contractions: for instance, I would not write out in full the words cannot and will not, but instead contracted them to can't and won't.
Davis' works may be short, but her list of accolades is long. She's won some of literature's most prestigious awards, including the Man Booker International Prize and a MacArthur "genius" grant.
She talks to NPR's Rachel Martin about dreams, stage fright and what she does when she gets bored with literature.
On the moment when she realized that she didn't need to write long to write well
I can date that pretty precisely to the fall of 1973. So I was 26 years old and I had just been reading the short stories or the prose poems of Russell Edson. And for some reason, I was sparked by those. I thought, "These are fun to read, and provocative and interesting, and I'd like to try this." So I set myself the challenge of writing two very short stories every day just to see what would happen.
On whether the plot of "Can't and Won't" happened to her, and she was rejected for a prize because of her contractions
It would have been very funny if I had been. That would have been a very peculiar reason — but it was a dream. And I thought it was a great dream, so I wrote it down.
On how she knows when to end a story
I think I have a sense right in the beginning of how big an idea it is and how much room it needs, and, almost more importantly, how long it would sustain anybody's interest. And that's sometimes been a problem with a story when it's sort of offered me two ways that it could go, and I have to choose one or the other.
On whether she ever lengthens or shortens her stories
Sometimes. The last story in the book, called "Ph.D," is really only one line long, and that started as, say, a paragraph. ... "All these years, I thought I had a Ph.D. But I do not have a Ph.D." A friend of mine had that dream — who does safely and securely have a Ph.D. But she would dream over and over that there was one crucial exam she had not taken.
On the longest story in the collection, called "The Letter to the Foundation"
The plot is that a woman — and I think of her as a sort of sad academic — she's been given a much-coveted grant and thinks, sort of unrealistically, that now she will be able to stop teaching. Teaching is very difficult for her. And of course that's modeled on my own experience. I find teaching — I like it, but I find just walking into the classroom and facing the students very difficult.
... A lot of that was exactly echoing my own feelings riding up on the bus — I insisted on taking the bus rather than my car, I don't know why — to the university and wishing there'd be a minor accident. You know, a flat tire or something. Nobody would get hurt, but somehow it would prevent the class happening. ... The stage fright was enormously difficult. So the five or 10 minutes before the class were agony.
On the narrator's state of mind in the story "Not Interested"
It starts almost with her little job of carrying sticks to the woodpile in the backyard, a job that she normally doesn't mind in some kind of philosophical meditative way. But really one day she's just infinitely bored by it, can't stand to do it and doesn't do it.
And I'm making a parallel here with certain kinds of reading and writing in the literary world. Just tired of it. And I was a little worried about this piece because it's so negative about writing, and because perhaps I should have left it in a drawer, I don't know. [The story's last paragraph:]
Actually, I don't mean I'm bored by old novels and books of stories if they're good. Just new ones — good or bad. I feel like saying: Please spare me your imagination, I'm so tired of your vivid imagination, let someone else enjoy it. That's how I'm feeling these days, anyway, maybe it will pass.
Well, at least I say, "let someone else enjoy it." I can imply that it may be enjoyable and it's just me. I think that's what it really was.
On how she gets over bouts of feeling bored with writing
They just pass by themselves. I mean, I say in the course of the story, sort of apologetically, I think, "Well, sometimes I get tired of my own thoughts, too." And I suppose then, you want to be able to go into a truly meditative state where your mind is empty. That would be nice.
... It doesn't last long. It's a very momentary thing.
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