Artists Inspire Artists: A note on the Paris Review Interviews

Once upon a day a few years ago, I was walking through my local bookstore with no particular destination in mind when I stumbled past a section of anthologies. There were short story collections, books of literary criticism, essay collections by John Updike and Susan Orlean, and books about theory and why writers write. I stood in front of the shelf for several minutes judging the books by their covers. Then I saw a book with the title The Paris Review Interviews, Vol. I, written across its bright yellow cover.

Taking the book off of the shelf and turning it over, I noticed a quote from Ernest Hemingway that read, "I have all the copies of The Paris Review and like the interviews very much. They will make a good book when collected and that will be very good for the Review." There were also included, quotes from several other established literary bright lights such as Margaret Atwood, John Ashbery and Salmon Rushdie. Each praised the Review for it's famous and thorough interviews.

Flipping to the table of contents, I began reading names like Truman Capote, Ernest Hemingway, T.S. Eliot, Saul Bellow, Dorothy Parker, Joan Didion, and several others, each interviewed by the Review for their insights into the arts of fiction, non-fiction, journalism, poetry and drama.

Needless to say, I bought the book and quickly became engrossed by its content. Each interview began with a short description of the setting of the interview: sometimes an office, a living room, hotel room, or restaurant, all describing the creative environment of the artists.

Reading these interviews provides one with a look into the creative engines that drive these artists, and the idiosyncrasies that keep them on track. And their methods are as diverse as the writers themselves.

For example, while Hemingway liked to write standing up, Truman Capote liked to lie down. While Annie Proulx begins composing in long-hand, she moves to the computer midway through; and Gay Talese uses shirt cards from the dry cleaners for taking notes on his subjects.

Kurt Vonnegut recounted how film adaptations (in his case for Slaughterhouse-Five and Mother Night) were a welcome source of financial stability to the writer. Capote, recounted the abandonment of several short stories and even an entire novel because he didn't believe they would sell. Winner of six Oscars and recipient of the 1987 Irving G. Thalberg Memorial Award, Billy Wilder, shared his thoughts on failure, by stating that:

"Sure, I've made blunders, for God's sake. Sometimes you lay an egg, and people will say, It was too early. Audiences weren't ready for it. Bullshit. If it's good, it's good. If it's bad, it's bad. The tragedy of the picture maker, as opposed to the playwright, is that for the playwright the play debuts in Bedford, Massachusetts, and then you take it to Pittsburgh. If it stinks you bury it. If you examine the credits of Moss Hart or George Kaufman, no one ever brings up the play that bombed in the provinces and was buried after four shows.

"With a picture that doesn't work, no matter how stupid and how bad, they're still going to try to squeeze every single penny out of it. You go home one night and turn on the TV and suddenly, there on television, staring back at you, on prime time, that lousy picture, that thing, is back! We don't bury our dead; we keep them around smelling badly."

However funny or odd the interviews (and sometimes the interviewees) seem, a common point with all is the hard work ethic needed to create, and the discipline it takes to reach the visions of their perfection. Again, I turn to Hemingway (I'll admit a bias for his interview, as he is one of my favourite writers), who admitted to writing the last page of his classic A Farewell To Arms, a staggering 39 times, before he was satisfied. With each of the interviews, there is included a page of manuscript, of one form or another, by the writer, where one gets a flavour for their editing style. (As a person who grew up typing, I also get a kick out of seeing the fine examples of remarkable penmanship.) Kurt Vonnegut's example even came from an unpublished novel of his called Spit and Image. Since the author's recent death and publication of other previously unreleased material, might fans be treated with this unknown work in the future?

Whoever you decide to highlight, reading The Paris Review Interviews gives book lovers a window into the composition of those classic works we love. The interviews are a place where a fan might also discover habits in common with their favourite author.

Inspiration takes many and all forms. But I think a great source of excitement lies in reading the thoughts and views of the people who have helped shape literary hunger in this world.

An interviewee once told me that "art inspires art". And I couldn't agree more. But I would extend this by saying also that artists inspire artists.