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Interview
with David Daniel by
Dan Trask |
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Q: Is there a common thread linking
the six stories of Six Off 66; a reason you've chosen and bundled
these particular ones? A. I met Adam Robinson at a writer’s
retreat last summer, where I read “Girl at the Aquarium” and he
said he liked it and did I have anything similar that might work as a
chapbook. I told him he could
take “Girl” if he wanted it.
A month or so later, he got the notion of blowing out the walls of the
traditional short chapbook and asked if I might have some additional stories
to go with it. Adam is nothing if
not polite and low key, but he’s also very persuasive. I’ve had this other large
manuscript of stories ready, but these six were stories that for one reason
or another didn’t work for that book. So I sent them to Adam, and those are
the stories that make up Six Off 66.
I guess I knew, too, that his readership was
younger, more hip, a little out there, so I chose “The Thing in the
Road” and “Inheritance” as a nod in that direction. He said he wanted to try some traditional
stories, expose his readers to that—“Chekhov”
tales, he calls them—thus “Collecting” and “The Man
Who Dreamed of Death” and the others. So, yeah, I think the stories
connected in some not very obvious, synaptic way.
A. It’s a matter of scale, a function of
heft. A story idea is a kind of
seed—and some are going to be house plants, others, you sense, have
potential to become trees. You
get pretty good at figuring out which are which. It’d be a mistake to try to turn
one into the other. Then
you’ve got to determine which, if any of them, is worth committing
to. With a story, that commitment
may be a few days or a week. For
a novel, you’re looking at a year or longer. Q. One of these stories, “Inheritance,” is told in the
second-person, from the point of view of a young girl. How difficult
was it to tell a story from that foreign perspective? Q. From reading your novels and
short stories, one gets the sense that you're a relatively well-traveled,
jack-of-all-trades kind of guy who's got his finger on the pulse of A. My
own roots are blue collar.
I’m aware of class differences. I write about working people, but I
try not to idealize them.
It’s a mistake to idealize—or to demonize—any group
of people. But, you’re
right, I do tend to draw from what I know and use what has come to me by way
of the many jobs I’ve held, my travels, relationships, the rest. My very earliest attempts at fiction
were ridiculous because I didn’t recognize that. I thought I had to make it all up. I didn’t know what the hell I
was doing. As for the Rilke idea, good point. I think that all of us need to be
prodded now and again to break out, to take the long way home.
A. My series characters do. Alex Rasmussen talks in my head quite
often. The others, not so
much. But sometimes. I read that story
(“Aquarium”) to a library audience recently, and my 17-year old
daughter was there, and afterwards she said, “That was sad. But they got together after that,
right?” I told her I
certainly hoped so. I wish all my
characters well.
It’s true that self-publishing means
there’s a lot of dubious writing getting out, but I heard recently that
the average American spends two hours a day watching TV but only seven
minutes reading. To my mind,
anyone who’s trafficking in the written word, no matter how
unskillfully these words are applied, can’t be all bad. This book is my first go with a small, high-end
press, and that’s a trend that’s refreshing. If you look at the production values,
the art work, the attention to detail, you see they’re onto something
valuable. In my long experience
with big
A. Good people are where you find them. As for the generation under 30,
they’re smart in ways that astound me. I do wish they’d be more upset
with the state of things, and that their anger would be to some purpose. In a coffee shop recently I saw the
words, “The ax soon forgets; the tree always remembers.” When I consider the ax job to our
spirit that our current culture is delivering, I guess I hope the
tree’s going to do something with the memory. |