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Sunday, 26 April 2009

Michael Kimball Interview


Michael Kimball kindly agreed to answer some questions about his novel Dear Everybody on this, the final stop of his blog tour. My review can be found here, but far more interesting is to talk to the man himself and find out more about those publishing exclusives I promised you.....

Dear Everybody obviously has an interesting format. How did the book take shape? Did you plan to write it as a series of documents?

Dear Everybody started with one short letter, a man apologizing to a woman for standing her up on a date; the man is wondering if they had gone out that night, if maybe his whole life would have been different, better. At first, I didn’t know then who was speaking or that it was a suicide letter, but I did have a strong voice and a skewed way of thinking. That one letter led to a rush of about 100 letters—Jonathon, the main character, apologizing to nearly everybody he has ever known—and the novel opened up from there. The other documents—the psychological evaluations, the newspaper articles, the yearbook quotes, the obituary, the eulogy, the last will and testament—all of that came after the letters.

I am guessing that writing an epistolary novel involved creating lots of letters which didn't make it into the finished book. Are there any that were edited out that you wish had survived?

The very first letter that I wrote didn’t make it into the final novel and I cut out maybe 100 or so more. I collected a bunch of them and they will soon in a chapbook called “Some Recently Discovered Letters from Jonathon Bender, Weatherman (b. 1967-d.1999)”—out with Publishing Genius Press.

That first letter is just this:

Dear Jessica Cooper,

I’m sorry that I stood you up for the date that we were supposed to have on Valentine’s Day in 1989. Do you think that we could have been happy together?


Robert is confused by the encyclopedia entries that he finds amongst Jonathon's belongings and I'll confess that I was a little too. Can you say anything about the relevance of those pieces?

The idea was that those pieces would function in a few ways—first off by advancing the narrative in a new way; also by calling attention to certain thematics; but mostly they are supposed to call the narrators into question a little bit, both Jonathon and his brother, Robert, adding a certain unreliable quality that both draws the reader in and adds to the emotional complexity.

That unreliability is really key isn't it. The whole idea of having Robert, who never liked his brother, be the one who presents him to us is quite an interesting set-up. How did you come to make that decision?

The unreliability is absolutely key. And Robert writing the introduction was one of the happy accidents in writing Dear Everybody. That introduction was actually the third introduction that I wrote for the book. The first one was written by a fictional Michael Kimball. The second one was written by Jonathon’s sister, who was ultimately written out of the book by Robert. I knew Robert was right for the introduction, and as the one who collects the documents of the book, when I realized how he could call the truth of the narrative into question, but in a way that, paradoxically, seems to make what happened all the more clear.

One of the great strengths of the book is the way you allow the reader to decide for themselves what may have happened. This is most obvious with Robert and his denial of abuse which leads him to censoring one of the letters. Why did you choose to keep things ambiguous?

I wrote what happened to Robert and then later decided to black out those lines. My feeling was that it added to the emotional narrative of the novel, that spelling it out, so to speak, would have caused some of that emotional energy to dissipate.

You write with great empathy about mental illness, especially the lack of support for its sufferers. Does this come from research or any kind of personal experience perhaps?

It’s both. I’ve edited psychology textbooks for 15 years or so, and have learned a lot about mental illness through that. But the empathy comes more from seeing certain people I know struggle with mental illness, how difficult it can be for the person suffering and how difficult it can be for the people around him or her.

Some of the most effective parts of the book are the shortest pieces, it's amazing how much you can say with just a few words. Hemingway famously spoke multitudes with just six (For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.). Would you care to add your own six-word story?

The very first poem that I ever published (I was a poet before I was a fiction writer) and was really proud of was a title with no words. It was this “Now Do You Remember?” (and then the rest of the page was blank).

These six-word stories are more difficult that they look but here goes:

“Missing Person: Last seen driving away.”

In my attempts to write a six-word story, I also wrote a five-word story for Jonathon Bender:

“Born in snowstorm, still cold.”

Almost as a natural progression from writing someone's life in a series of short documents you're working on something else called postcard life stories, what's all that about?

Michael Kimball Writes Your Life Story (on a postcard) started when my friend Adam Robinson, who was the curator for a performance art festival, asked me if I wanted to participate. I asked him what he thought a writer could do as performance and we made some jokes about that. But then I remembered these promotional postcards that I had for Dear Everybody and I suggested that I could write people’s life stories for them. That's how the project started.

I thought it would be fun and funny and that I would ask a few questions and write on the backs of a few postcards and that would be it. The first postcard I wrote was for Bart O’Reilly a painter, who quit art school in Dublin to work as an ice cream man in Ocean City, MD—which is how he met the woman who became his wife. When I finished writing the postcard and looked up, a line had formed. For the rest of the night, I interviewed dozens of people and wrote each person’s life story on the back of the postcard. I did this for four hours straight without getting up out of the chair that I was sitting in. I was completely exhausted by the end. My mind was racing with the details of people’s lives and the hope that I had done their various stories justice in the space of a postcard. I was astounded by what people told me, the secrets and the difficulties, the pain and wonder and hope that they revealed.

People sometimes ask me how I get people to tell me the things I write about them, but there’s no real trick to it: I just ask questions. The one thing that I have learned so far: Everybody is amazing.

Are you working on anything else at the moment?

I recently finished a new novel – Friday, Saturday, Sunday – which takes place during those three days. And there have been a couple of inquiries after the postcard life story project, so I’m writing an introduction for that.

Could you recommend a neglected book which readers of this blog simply must read?

The list that could be made of neglected books that must be read, but I’ll just pick one: Stanley Crawford’s Log of the S.S. The Mrs. Unguentine – a crazy, great, short novel published in the 70’s that was just re-issued by Dalkey Archive in the U.S.


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Sunday, 12 April 2009

'the only thing holding me together'


Dear Everybody
by Michael Kimball


Alma Books distinguished themselves for me by publishing Tom McCarthy's quite brilliant Remainderback in 2006 after its small initial print run under Metronome Press, Paris. As they point out on their website 'alma' is Spanish for soul and they regard the book as an 'aesthetic artefact'. With this focus on quality their books always have that gratifying feel in your hand; a genuine hard back, quality paper and a satisfying spine. That idea of the book being an artefact makes them the perfect publisher for Kimball's epistolary novel, Dear Everybody, which comes in the form of letters, diary entries, newspaper articles and 'Other Fragments, Which Taken Together Tell the Story of the Short Life of Jonathan Bender, Weatherman'. Before it even begins we have the newspaper report of Jonathan's suicide and a note from his brother Robert who begins by saying that he never liked his brother growing up but hints that acting as a kind of literary executor has opened his eyes to the childhood they shared.

After Jonathan's opening letter in which he explains that 'Everything that I can remember is falling out of my head, going down my arm, and out my fingers', the documents are presented in chronological order from 1966-1999, mostly two to a page but every now and then a single letter is surrounded by the white space of the page around it, concentrating the eye on the fragments of meaning that might be contained is these sometimes mundane utterances. The early pieces especially have the simplistic outlook of the child, a boy who pulls the feathers from his pillow because he thought he might find a bird, and who now writes to the Easter Bunny to explain his confusion at not finding eggs in his garden like all the other kids. As the letters grow in number Kimball is able to build a subtle portrayal of a childhood lacking companionship, family stability and coherence. Jonathan has an almost autistic understanding of the world and whilst some of these early confusions are a little too cute, there are moments of genuine humour.

Dear Mom and Dad,
I wore that crown from Burger King for most of the summer of 1975 because I really thought that I was the Burger King. It couldn't have been anybody else. Nobody else was wearing a crown.

Dear Profesor Lindstrom,
The reason I took your astronomy class...was because I wanted to be able to stand outside at night with a girl and tell her about the sky. I wanted to be able to describe the dread and the wonder that puts me in awe of my existence. And I wanted her to associate that feeling of awe with me. You might try it. It worked with Lisa Wilcox.


Through their repetition into his teenage years and adulthood, and the shift in tone we see the impact of abuse on his personality and the beginnings of mental illness. His relationship with his father is particularly fraught. We know from the diary entries of his mother (which lend the novel and immediacy closer to a normal narrative) the problems within their marriage and family life and through the present day conversations between his father and brother we hear from the horses mouth about his inability to cope with a child he never wanted and couldn't connect with. It is Jonathan who finds the best way of describing their relationship.

I still remember those few times that we played catch together. I used to think that throwing the baseball back and forth somehow connected us. But now I realize that neither of us held onto the baseball for very long. It was mostly something in the air between us.


Jonathan's simple view of things allows the reader to fill in the gaps and articulate what he cannot. It is often what isn't said that carries the impact and nowhere is this more obvious than in what we infer about the childhood of his brother Robert. His outright denial of abuse (including a passage dramatically censored from one of Jonathan's letters) is slowly chipped away and the conversations with his father dissolve into silence. It is left for us to decide what the truth may be.

With all of these separate voices and documents there is a great sense of loneliness throughout the novel. The characters almost demand that we connect with them and with such a stylised format and the fine line between sentimentality and empathy being constantly ridden, how successfully this works may well end up being a matter of personal taste. But the format actually seems to me to be the perfect way to tell the story of a man who has fallen through the net and remembering that he has taken his own life gives a forensic importance to the documents. As you go through the evidence you may find yourself caring more with each page not only about his sad, short life but the continuing narrative of those other voices around him.





Michael Kimball is currently on a blog tour to promote the release of this novel in paperback. As part of that you will be able to read an interview with him right here on April 26th in which I can guarantee you not just one but
two publishing exclusives. Oh yes. That's got you interested hasn't it...

Mon 13th Me & My Big Mouth
Weds15th Dogmatika
Fri 17th The View From Here
Sat 18th 3AM
Sun 19th Lizzy’s Literary Life
Mon 20th Digital Fiction Show
Tue 21st Planting Words
Thu 23rd Elizabeth Baines
Sat 25th Writing Neuroses
Sun 26th Just William's Luck

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