As some of you know, I am currently working on a novel that tracks the lives of four teens who are thrown together by fate. They live in an unusual situation, which is far better than the alternative -- the streets of Tempe, Arizona.  I don't want to say much more about it until it's done. 

It's a real departure for me. Generally I have focused on coming-of-age stories. This one is much more of an adventure, but it is grounded in characters who have lived challenging lives. 

My influence for this novel (possibly a series) is my favorite writer: Armistead Maupin.

I read Maupin's "Tales of the City" series for the first time as a teenager. They transported me to 1970s (and 80s) San Francisco. They introduced me to characters who felt like a part of me, who felt like family, back when I was really struggling with mine. I cannot say enough about how much these books meant to me, and how much he has influenced my writing. Readers sometimes talk about how my novel "Out of the Pocket" has great humanity for its characters. That is something I learned reading Maupin.

I have re-read the six-book series (now eight books) many, many times. I have recently re-read them again, but this time with an eye at understanding the similarities and differences between us as writers. 

It has been an eye-opening experience for me.

I have always thought of myself as a crisp writer, someone who can say a lot with a little. I am not prone to wordiness when describing a scene. In talks about writing, I have often pointed out the need to pick out two sensual details about any setting. Maybe three, but usually two.

Compared to Maupin, I may as well be writing War and Peace.

Check out the first two paragraphs of the first "Tales of the City" novel":

Mary Ann Singleton was twenty-five years old when she saw San Francisco for the first time.

She came to the city alone for an eight-day vacation. On the fifth night, she drank three Irish coffees at the Buena Vista, realized that her Mood Ring was blue, and decided to phone her mother in Cleveland.

Did you catch that? Maupin covered five days in three sentences. It's masterful, really. In the third sentence, he uses a local establishment name and a clothing accessory as place holders for setting and time. Even if you don't know exactly where the Buena Vista is, it is clear that it is a bar. The Mood Ring is a nice touch because it is evocative of both a period of time, and character. Not all characters would make the decision Mary Ann is about to make (moving to SF) in such a callous way. He also juxtaposes San Francisco and Cleveland, which, as it turns out, is a huge aspect of Mary Ann's personality. The juxtaposition between wide-eyed Midwestern innocence, and the laid-back aura of San Francisco circa 1975.

Here's another example of Maupin creating a setting in three sentences:

The pier was dark. Clusters of Chinese fishermen broke the silence with laughter and the tinny blare of transistor radios. A helicopter made a whup-whup noise in the sky over Fort Mason.

I love this approach. He doesn't do it all the time. Sometimes he'll describe landscapes in greater detail, especially when foliage is involved. But for me, this is a masterful job of creating a credible setting in very few words. I see that it's dark. I hear the helicopter and the transistor radios and the fishermen laughing. Because it's a pier, I smell the salt air. 

A former teacher of mine, Melissa Pritchard, used to have us to an exercise called "Aping." She'd have us "ape" different authors. It was always interesting to try to write like different people.

I don't want to "ape" Maupin in my novel, but this morning I have been playing with Pritchard's exercise and writing Maupin-like scenes. It's been a challenge. As I said, I don't want to copy, but I do want to allow him to influence my style in this series. I'm going to work with intertwining story lines, which is a Maupin thing. I want to rely heavily on dialogue (he will occasionally write pages of dialogue without description of even a "he said" or "she said"), and I want to focus on action rather than description to create my characters. 

It will be a challenge. If you've read Out of the Pocket, you know that I have a certain style. As it turns out, that style has followed me into my other manuscripts (hopefully you'll see this soon!). It works for me, but I have a feeling that this attempt I'm making to change will be good for me.  

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...Wadorf to Your Astoria is done. Through. Finished.

This will be the final post here.

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So thanks to those of you who perused this blog regularly.
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Just four more days in 2012... Hard to believe how quickly --

Who the hell am I kidding?

This was the slowest year in the history of man. I don't mean that in a bad way. It just went slowly. To me, last December seems like years ago.

It was a great, slow year:

1. My agent sold my next book, Openly Straight, to Arthur A. Levine Books (Scholastic).

2. I got involved in a very cool project at ASU, to be explained/described in due time.

3.

People often ask me: Bill, how did you find the perfect man?

Okay, no one outside of my head has ever asked me that. While people do often say nice stuff about Chuck, about him being handsome and funny and kind, I have found that people rarely ask questions:

A) Like the aforementioned outside of bad movies and trashy novels

B) Of me in general in which advice of any kind is sought.

So while this has not been asked of me, I do feel as though I have some expertise on the subject.

About four months ago, I took a home test and found that my blood sugar was in the "pre-diabetes" range.

I can't say I was shocked, because it wasn't the first time I'd had that result. But I was horrified, because it was rising from the last time I'd had it checked. I decided that if I wanted to avoid having diabetes, I needed to change my diet and my exercise.

I did both.
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Tomorrow is the first day of NaNoWriMo, also known as National Novel Writing Month. Every November, all sorts of writers take on the challenge of trying to write a draft of a novel in a month. Note that I say "Draft," because very, very few novels are finished in one draft, and while some writers might be able to draft and then revise a novel in a month, I don't think that's a very realistic goal.

For me, especially.

I'll tell you what, people who plan to vote for Mitt Romney:

I disagree with you, and not just a little. Your support of the Romney/Ryan ticket feels like a kick to the stomach, because as a gay man, this stuff is personal to me.

But you know what? Don't de-friend me.

In his Huffington Post blog post on Oct.
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What would happen at an all-boys boarding school in Massachusetts if an athlete came out as gay?

This is NOT the subject of my upcoming novel, Openly Straight. In fact, it is the setting for that novel, but it is the plot of my first novel, Out of the Pocket.

I mention it because of a comment I received last week from a former student at a school I visited three years ago.
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Here it is, boys and girls! The cover of my forthcoming novel "Openly Straight."

Like it? I love it!

I love that it is a visual representation of the story. Given a choice of all the labels my main character, Seamus Rafael Goldberg, can choose, he chooses the most innocuous one. He just wants to be a "normal kid."

I had no idea, when I wrote this, about how much I was writing about myself. That's how clueless I can be about myself.

Today I've decided to be one of those helpful authors and let you know what happens when you attempt to use copywritten song lyrics in your novel. So if you are not a regular reader of this blog, I'm guessing you found me because you just used those lyrics to Rapture by Blondie in your novel, and then you thought, "Wait. Can I do this?"

The answer is: yes and no.

I love using lyrics.
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We are back from our first full-fledged vacation in about three years!

Chuck, Mabel and I went to Northern California for two weeks, and what can I say? Paradise!

We had such an amazing time doing nothing and loving it. We drove about 900 miles each way and stayed for nine days at a place called Driftwood Bungalow in Manchester, California. It's about 150 miles north of San Francisco, about 30 miles south of Mendocino.

Nothing is there, and that's how we wanted it.
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