Tawni O’Dell, Writing, & Coming Home

Loyal readers of the Scrapper Poet know that the work of novelist Tawni O’Dell strikes a chord with me.  Last night, along with a crowd of about 70 people, I had the privilege — and yes I say privilege, we don’t get a lot of famous writers in the frozen North here — to listen to Tawni (I will call her Tawni in this post, but it’s not like we are best friends; she just seemed like a real down to earth person) speak about her life and her works. 

I’m always a bit nervous about meeting famous writers and writers I greatly admire.  Many have not lived up to my expectations — which I admit, are sometimes a bit lofty.  For example, a few years ago I sat in the audience where Janet Zandy was speaking on a panel, and all I could think of was “Wow, she seems so normal.”  (For those of you who don’t know Zandy — she is a working-class scholar, editor and writer) That day at the panel, she was well spoken and respectful of audience’s questions.  Her answers also played well with other panelists’ comments. I don’t know what I was thinking — that she would have some kind of blue collar halo around her head? The let-down was on my part so since that moment, I have been trying to tone down my expectations a bit when I see someone whose work I absolutely adore.

Anyways, Tawni was fabulous last night.  Sarcastic and funny and really down to earth.  She spoke about her journey from five rejected novels (yes, five — I should not feel sorry about my little pile of rejection notes concerning single poems) to being a member of Oprah’s Book Club (for her book Back Roads).  She spoke about the baffling process of turning a book into a movie (Back Roads is in the works — a story too complicated to properly relay here.) She spoke about fan mail (some funny, some obnoxiously funny) and she spoke about her new novel, that is still “being written.” 

Still, what I remember most was the part of the talk about really knowing a place.  Tawni’s novels all take place in Pennsylvania — mostly coal country Pennsylvania and while her primary settings are small towns that really don’t exist, she does mention places I know well.  Tawni explained that she left Pennsylvania and moved to Chicago for 13 years, and it wasn’t until she was away, that she really began to understand her home.

I guess I can say the same thing about my own writing.  I didn’t realize the differences about my world until I went away to college.  I didn’t realize that many teens did not grow up in the back of pickup trucks or by local bars and pool halls.  I didn’t realize that many people did not learn to swim in ponds and rivers — like I did.  I didn’t realize that many people didn’t know that swing shifts and nights shifts in factories existed.  I don’t even think I knew the terms “blue collar” or “working-class” until I moved away from home.  (I was naive in some aspects — totally NOT naive in others)

Today, that’s something I am going to be thinking about as I sit down to revise some of my poems.  For some odd and wonderful reason, I am caught up with my school work (that won’t last long) and I have time to really think about five or six poems that are waiting for my attention.  For those of you who focus on a sense of place in your writing I would encourage you to think about what the rest of the world see in your place. Why?  What do you want to do to clarify or even completely turn around this perception?  And why is that so important?

Advertisements

2 Comments »

  1. I love your questions. I will think about those things!

  2. Karen Said:

    Thanks Kathleen — I had to think about these questions as I was revising yesterday!


{ RSS feed for comments on this post} · { TrackBack URI }

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: