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In this online exclusive we ask authors to share books, art, music, writing prompts, films—anything and everything—that has inspired them in their writing. We see this as a place for writers to turn to for ideas that will help feed their creative process.
"The thing that inspires me in my writing is chatting with my friends about family relationships. I’ve relished many conversations, over time, with two filmmaker friends: Kim Longinotto and Clio Barnard. We’ve had long chats, like winding rivers with many tributaries. I find myself compelled by the bizarre and terrible stories at the heart of families, and this theme features recurrently in our chats together. Kim’s documentaries, novelistic stories about the injustices suffered by women around the world, often carry the tang of her own deep history, yet somehow transcend any personal agenda. Clio’s drama documentary, The Arbor, layers a familial tragedy percolating through a generation. Her insights about families shine like a beam throughout her work. Chatting to them both, and seeing how their personal histories inform their work without overshadowing it, is a source of inspiration to me."
—Rosie Dastgir, author of A Small Fortune (Riverhead Books, 2012)
"I draw a lot of inspiration from visual art. One of the early and ongoing inspirations for me is a painter (and happily, a friend) named Michael Brophy whose ironic yet romantic images of western clear-cuts, slash piles, stumps, and domesticated forest scapes opened a whole new way of seeing my own backyard (the Northwest). I really can't overestimate what a gift Brophy's work is—the histories it suggests, the sense impressions it implies—to the degree that I can honestly say it has led in some way to all my fictive projects. There are a lot of other artists who've had influences on my work, too, some through their conceptual frameworks and others through very specific little details I've stolen—a coiled garden hose or a cursive tire tread that becomes part of a scene. There's something about a visual image that both focuses the mind and frees it to wander, and the artists who help me most—people like Robert Adams, Ed Ruscha, and Chris Johanson, to name a few—guide me into landscapes of thought and feeling I might not find on my own."
—Jon Raymond, author of Rain Dragon (Bloomsbury, 2012)
"The majority of us start off asking our peers and our instructors, How can I improve my prose/poetry? How can I become 'publishable'? These are necessary and essential questions. Equally essential, yet often neglected, is the question, How can I assist other writers? In my classes, and in my own writing life, I pursue the idea that one of the greatest inspirations for producing our own best work is by promoting and being inspired by other writers. These are coequal concerns. For me this manifests itself in a number of ways: attending readings, consuming work at a retail level, using the public library, writing editors about work I've most appreciated, etcetera. Experience has taught me the more one contemplates how one might assist other writers, the more one's own writing benefits. It's almost too simple a concept to advertise."
—Brian Leung, author of Take Me Home (Harper, 2010)
"My yoga and meditation practices have become such an integral part of my writing life that I can't imagine what it would be like to sit down to write without knowing that, at some point in the day, I will be able to unroll my mat and quiet my mind. Quieting the mind is, for me, the biggest challenge. We live in an age of distraction, and the very instrument on which I write is also a portal into the outside world: The Internet is addictive and I have a hard time shutting it down. During the day I ping around—from my work to a quick e-mail check, back to my work, back online to look something up, something that could really wait until later—and before I know it, even if I've gotten work done, my mind feels like that old commercial about drugs. Do you remember the one? We see an egg. This is your mind. Then the egg is cracked against a hot griddle. This is your mind on drugs. My mind on the Internet needs soothing. It needs silence. It needs space, and when I unroll my mat, I am guaranteed that silence and space. Afterward, when I return to my desk, it is with that ironed, clean, smooth clarity, as if I'm starting my day all over again."
—Dani Shapiro, author of Devotion (HarperCollins, 2010)
"For almost three years now I’ve been obsessed with the work of South African photographer Roger Ballen. His photos act as a propeller for me in my writing. There is a spookiness to his work that invigorates me. He has a somewhat consistent vocabulary of objects in his photographs: small animals, primitive or childlike wall drawings, smudged human beings that seem to be the embodiment of contrast, discarded and broken down household items. I often start a story or chapter with one of his photographs and allow that image to set the tone for what I’m working on. I let those objects show up and even reoccur. I try to get into the head of the subject and imagine it a new context. I can’t imagine what my writing would look like right now without his images in my head."
—Jac Jemc, author of My Only Wife (Dzanc Books, 2012)
“From the moment a writer is attached to a story, said Saul Bellow, he or she suddenly has ‘feelers all over the place.’ So once I’m attached, I draw inspiration from what I think the character in question would read or consume. My first novel is about a fashion designer starting his own label, and through a turn of events he winds up a suspected terrorist in post-9/11 New York City. I didn’t know squat about fashion design, so I read Coco Chanel’s biography by Edmond Charles-Roux from 1975. Then came The Beautiful Fall about the rivalry between Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent. Those texts inspired an alternate persona that I took on when sitting down to write. My ‘feelers’ were up, and a real person began to take shape. Once my hero was labeled an enemy combatant and sent to Guantanamo Bay, I read the only book he would be allowed, the Koran. You could call all this ‘research,’ but I don't. I find it to be more mystical than that.”
—Alex Gilvarry, author of From the Memoirs of a Non-Enemy Combatant (Viking, 2012)
“Because I am an American and often worry about many things, I seek out consolation before beginning to write, and little in this world consoles me more than the male falsetto: Skip James, Jónsi Birgisson, Pepe Núñez, Roscoe Holcomb, Antony Hegarty and company. A great falsetto contains everything—vulnerability, artifice, control, tenderness, breath, hoot, indirect sexuality, finitude—but most important, it is constrained by, and therefore expresses, a sort of transgression or otherness. The male falsetto reminds me that tension among all these things is exquisite and vital—in fact, I often try to ‘hear’ my poems sung this way—and grants me permission to move beyond my usual range.”
—Paige Ackerson-Kiely, author of My Love Is a Dead Arctic Explorer (Ahsahta Press, 2012)
“Pandit Pran Nath was a conduit for an understanding of Indian classical singing, and a major influence on American minimalism, whose disciples included Lamonte Young and Terry Riley. His two recordings of the deep, meditative Raga Malkauns are among the most extraordinary pieces of vocal music I’ve ever heard. Pran Nath’s voice is vast, raw, chthonic—as if granite had learned to sing. Sometimes I write listening to this music. Sometimes I have to switch it off, as I forget to type.”
—Hari Kunzru, author of Gods Without Men (Knopf, 2012)
"When I’m in the thick of a project, the most important sources of inspiration are those that help me open the gates of reverie, that make me descend into that nonverbal realm from which potent fiction paradoxically springs. These forms of inspiration are everywhere. I listen to music. I read. I re-read, especially Faulkner, Woolf, Morrison, Lispector, Saramago, Borges, Melville, Rilke, Whitman, and many others, roving the pages with more than my conscious mind, trusting the masterful prose to push my own work open. I also take walks, and tune in to the light as it spills into trees and sparks in the gutters. The infinite complexity of light on the varied surfaces of the world is a remarkable thing. It is constantly taking place all around us, and a lifetime of writing would not exhaust it. I don’t know why this works, why listening to the interplay of light and things while walking on a street or trail is so damn good for the writing, but I always come back to my writing desk with more to give the page than I had before."
—Carolina De Robertis, author of Perla (Knopf, 2012)
“Often I thumb through animal books—the National Audubon Society’s field guides to birds and fish almost always shake something loose. For instance my poem 'Parts of a Feather' in Sagittarius Agitprop (Black Lawrence Press, 2009) was inspired by, and depends heavily on, such bird facts. While taking notes for Pot Farm (on site at a California medical marijuana farm), I paged through my eastern birds field guide, reading about the birds I would never see out West. This cleared my head, prepared me to revise my notes and cobble them together into something readable. There’s something about birds and fish in glossy books—their skeletal diagrams, their oddball mating habits—that set me to jotting something down. Right now, I’m motivated by the giant squid. I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately after having seen a photo of one in the Smithsonian. Travel also inspires. Last year, my wife and I traveled through India. The car-horn culture there is interesting, and infuriating. There are no rules of the road, at least none that we could detect. Cars shared space with rickshaws; tiny mopeds bearing families of eight, the two infants propped up on the handlebars; oxen; goats; dogs; and pedestrians. Drivers had to sound their horns constantly—not in a ‘get out of my way’ or ‘hurry up’ sort of construct, but as if to declare, feebly and succinctly amid the chaos, ‘I’m here! I’m here!’—as some kind of reminder, reassurance. In writing, I think I’m beeping that horn.”
—Matthew Gavin Frank, author of Pot Farm (University of Nebraska Press, 2012)