Aimee Bender’s coming out with a new book. Bender changed a lot of lives in my generation of writers when she came out with her first book of short stories, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt, in 1998.  She was writing against a trend of increasing “realism” in the contemporary short story—those type of short stories favored by MFA programs in which physical reality gets nearly photocopied onto the page. Bender made a lot of us feel immediately more free when she came out with a book of stories that felt like a book of fairytales: short, quirky parables in which characters didn’t have names, they did odd things, and their stories pivoted on misplaced details. In one story, a man “de-evolved” by “growing” from an ape to a sea turtle to a salamander. In another, a man returned from war without his lips. Aimee seemed able to say anything. And say it simply. And she made writing feel fun.

 

 

In June, she’s coming out with a new novel, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, in which a girl discovers that she can taste other people's emotions when she eats their food. Her mom’s yellow birthday cake tastes just like her mom’s sadness. Other people’s food gets her to feel what they feel. 

 

Sounds Bender-esque: cake, sadness, and a parable feel. As I said, she was one of the first contemporary writers who made me feel that I didn’t have to write fiction that fit a mold but could write fiction that expressed whatever was unique about my imagination.

 

I recently sent her a few questions about self-love, etc., and here’s what she had to say:

 

Ilana Simons: When I think of your writing or imagine your writing process, I imagine the words “be kind to yourself.” Does the phrase “being kind to yourself” mean much to you, in the way you get yourself to put bold words on paper? 

Aimee Bender: Kindness seems like a good route to take, yes. Though it's funny—early on, being kind to myself while writing meant feeling free to write “kill, kill, kill” in a small poem or something as a way into taking off the gloves with the work itself. I wanted to feel free to write things I might find scary, and I thought it was funny to write “kill, kill, kill,” and that was so relieving to me. So there's gentleness, for me, in writing about violence. Weirdly, if I sat down and said, I want to be kind to myself, I might feel like I had to be nice in my stories and feel inhibited. So, yes, being kind—but how to define true kindness?

I think part of the love aspect is to get that what you truly offer the world is your own strangeness/particularity. I've heard the wonderful writer Steve Elliott talk beautifully about this—what he says is we can offer our view of the world through our particular filter and that is the best thing we can offer. I really agree. So there is love there because it's valuing what you have to say and trying to figure out how and what it is you feel like saying.  And, one more thing: it's trusting that there's depth in whatever you are drawn to, even if it seems small or negligible at first; if you feel like writing one day about a sock, to trust that there's depth in that sock, to look to Lydia Davis's beautiful story "The Sock," or Deborah Eisenberg's story ["The Girl Who Left Her Sock on the Floor”], to know that in the small comes the large, later.

IS: What do you do to unwind? 

 

AB: I like to cook, actually. This week I made shredded beef for tacos, came out pretty good.  And a bean/barley/asparagus stew, recipe given to me by my friend Christine who's an amazing cook—it's super healthy and I feel very virtuous eating it.

 

IS: When is writing most painful for you, and what do you do about it? 


AB: Right now I'm in the new stage, the generating stage, where I don't know what to work on and I have about twenty just started things that aren't really moving along. It is a drag!  But I just try to wait it out. To sit through restlessness as best I can. Eventually something moves.

 

Ilana says, “It does.”

 

 

 

Ilana Simons is a therapist, literature professor, and author of A Life of One's Own: A Guide to Better Living through the Work and Wisdom of Virginia Woolf. Visit her website here.


 

Comments
by on 05-29-2010 07:57 PM

I read one of her stories, a couple of weeks ago....she definately makes you look twice! 

 

I don't totally understand the "freeing movement", during the 90's....I lived through a lot of freeing times....I was always a bit quirky, no matter whether I thought is was freeing, or just "a little different", but I never allowed anyone to really see it.  I'd never really written anything too off the wall, too 'letting go' of my self's imagination.  I ignored freedom, so realism is what I saw.  Being married, having kids, I couldn't afford to think outside the box.... And that's how I thought the world was to be looked at, and how the world wanted to look at me. 

 

I'm not sure if it's a generational thing, or an influence of parental guidance, how much you're allowed to think, how much you want something..... the perpexities of personality.  I do think that every time I take a tentative step forward, it feels like I'm opening Pandor's box.  I want to open it, but should I?  Who knows what will be in there that will come back and bite me in the butt!  I'm so careful, sometimes, and outlandish at other times,  I scare myself!  Chicken is what I call myself, half the time!

 

Turning My Mind

 

Upside down

Inside out

Every which-way

Without a doubt.

 

Whether writing a poem

A character’s nature

I’ll never be the same

 introduce an adventure!

 

I go astray

Within minutes of verse

Getting it back

Is sometimes a curse!

 

Who lives in a fairytale

The joy of my existence

It drives me to think

another experience.

 

Day in and day out

I sit at my window

Checking on birds

 watching the wind blow.

 

Coming to me

the gifts abound

A twitter, a laugh

An outlandish sound.

 

Upside down

into a twirl

down in the valley

my toes want to curl!

 

Up I go

In front of the wind

I’ll sing to you

On a moments whim!

 

Inside and out

the voices are heard

Turning my mind

with a tasty word.

 

K.

by on 05-30-2010 10:26 AM

Ilana,

 

I've ordered this book.  I won't get it until the end of this week, but  I hope we do have a chance to talk about it, at some point in time  Over these past years, we've talked about all kinds of senses, and how the mind can twist and turn in many different directions; this story sounds like another fascinating twist ! 

 

In reference to this book title, I've come to realize there are so many degrees of sadness, and so much depth to those feelings.  I've learned to try and place those feelings where I hope they can do some good, and not get caught up to the point of destruction.  Trying to see the positive, instead of the negative outcome, which I'm inclined to find.  It's hard, sometimes, for me to realize I do have to find control, because I get caught up in those emotions, and then loose my self.  Every day I wake with that challenge.

 

I woke with a full heart this morning. A relief, no nightmares this time.  I got to thinking about those dreams, and of course the reasons behind them.  I thought about the day I started reading VW, and the dreams that I've had. 

 

On the day you introduced me to VW,  I went for the key to that box, which I refer to as Pandora's, because of how the mind can be such a mystery, it's scary.  I don't regret taking that key, in the least.  I've pulled out amazing things.  You've given me that chance to see into the depths of each item we've pulled out, including sadness.  I say we, because it feels as though you're there pulling along with me.  Although, at times I feel like the only kid in this classroom, and would like to hear more from you, or the other adults here. But as long as it's okay with you, I'll keep enjoying these moments of being here, and finding the depths to those mysteries.

 

I thought about the art of writing, and what it's meant to me, now that I don't play the piano much anymore.  Things change throughout our lives, and I've never been one to like changes, when I've been happy with things the way they are.  But some changes are necessary for our own well being, and this was something I had to come to terms with.

 

Serious writing is one of those changes.  Allowing myself that freedom of choice.  Not understanding why it was necessary, was the hardest part for me to come to terms with.  My love for art has always been uppermost in my life, and as I've gradually come to see all of the aspects of it, and the evolution that takes place, I find these changes amazingly wonderful, after all!  I thought I'd always be playing the piano, but now I sing.  I thought I'd always be working hard with my pottery, but now I write.  It is like writing music, for me.  And I do sing those verses as I write....

 

I think about the word,  compulsive.  It's who I am, at times.  My art is just coming in another form, now.  I'm okay with that.  I'm just sorry if I bore those who have to read my poems, who hate poetry, instead of normal sentences, as I spread them around these boards!  

 

I agree with AB; I feel the importance of being alive.  And I feel the love for what I do.

 

I don't think I can shake the feeling of wanting to please others,  it's just part of who I am, but I also know that what I sense in my feelings about myself,  is important, too.  I think we all need to know that about ourselves.  We all may be different, in one way or another, but those differences are what makes us special, and respect is what comes with our acceptance of that.

 

It is a beautiful feeling to have a full heart, and these are my feelings that fill it.

 

Kathy

by on 06-01-2010 05:29 PM

I'm having a hard time waiting for this book!  I woke up feeling what it would be like to "taste" someone!  I know we talk about tasting words, and sometimes I feel as though I taste those emotions, they're so strong!  We say we can taste someone's lips, or drink in beauty, or feel an emotion.  And trying to define all of those words, can be alluding.

 

I was thinking of this nine year old, how she might come about tasting emotions, and what might her responsibility be, once she finds she has this "gift".....I know we can identify color, flavors, and all sorts of things with people we know.  The seasons of the year, and the colors for each of these.  Our emotions are like the seasons, they can vary greatly.  It's hard for me to separate emotions from flavors....there are light flavors, sweet flavors, tart flavors, bitter flavors, deep, dark, rich and robust flavors, etc....these are the tastes we find in our relationships with people.  Or within our surroundings.

 

I like what you said, Ilana.., in reference to Aimee Bender.... "their stories pivoted on misplaced details".  I had to stop and think about this....another abstract for me.  When the details are missing, we do have to seemingly stretch our imaginations, and fill in those gaps.  I feel that way while reading VW.  She compels me.....  I just finished reading, Between The Acts, and felt, at times, as though I'd been covered with abstract words, then caressed by them, then sung to by them....I sometimes have to figure out what those words mean to me, or what they meant to her.  I have a lot to say about that book, but this isn't the place.....although, I don't know where the place is.  I can't find the VW online discussion group.  So that's that.

 

Kathy

by on 06-02-2010 05:49 PM

My tent has been pitched on this ground for a long time, and now I think it's time I picked it up and moved on.  I don't know which direction I'll be going.  All I know is, I've emptied my head, until it's literally empty, and it's beginning to sound like it, too!  I'm tired of feelings, talking about them, and giving them. 

 

There is no real reason for me to stay.  What I'm looking for doesn't exist here on B&N any longer, and blogging is pretty much a dead-end street.  No one is really interested in conversation, least of all bloggers..... and I"m beginning to think I'm not good at  inviting conversation, either. I've become a lecturer, an essayist, a smart aleck; another dead end.

 

Book discussions, the ones I'd loved, don't exist for me any longer. Without being critical, or specific,  B&N has changed, and as much as I might try to convince myself that I'm okay with it, I'm really not.  Empty thoughts continue to go out in cyber space, empty...meaning no purpose....I never have felt comfortable with any of these changes and I've tried to not let it affect my thinking.  But it has, and it does.  It saddens me to no end.

My heart isn't full anymore.  Short and to the point. 

by on 06-04-2010 03:29 PM
Yesterday, I read Aimee Bender's novel, A Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, and fell in love with this author's writing, overnight. The sadness in the story simply echos my own; but I saw life lessons, and many more feelings, than just sadness. The layers are impossible to count, stories within stories..... I couldn't put this book down. I just now wrote a review for B&N, now I don't feel so sad.
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