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Mentors, Muses & Monsters: 30 Writers on the People Who Changed Their Lives

Mentors, Muses & Monsters: 30 Writers on the People Who Changed Their Lives

by Elizabeth Benedict (Editor)

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Thirty writers look back at the the people, events, and books that launched their literary lives.

In the rich, impassioned essays collected here, thirty of today’s brightest literary lights address the question of mentorship and influence, exploring those times in their development as writers when a special person, a beloved book, or a certain job


Thirty writers look back at the the people, events, and books that launched their literary lives.

In the rich, impassioned essays collected here, thirty of today’s brightest literary lights address the question of mentorship and influence, exploring those times in their development as writers when a special person, a beloved book, or a certain job gave them the courage to take a bold chance on their own gifts. For Jane Smiley, the turning point was the support of her fellow classmates—not her teachers—at the famed Iowa Writers’ Workshop. For Jonathan Safran Foer, it was a brief encounter with Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai. For Michael Cunningham, it was an illicit cigarette break with a tough-talking teenage girl at Hollywood High who challenged him to read Virginia Woolf. And for Elizabeth Benedict, inspiration came after writing an essay about her Barnard mentor, Elizabeth Hardwick, after she died in 2007.

In drawing together these essays, Benedict found dozens of writers eager to tell the stories of their own influences. As most of these encounters occurred when the writers were young—unsure of who they were or what they could accomplish—many of these essays radiate a poignant tenderness, and almost all of them express enduring gratitude. Rich, thought-provoking, sometimes funny, and sometimes heartbreaking, these portraits of the artists as young men and women illuminate not only the anxiety but the necessity of influence—and the treasures it yields. Thirty essays—and thirty dazzling paths to creative awakening and literary acclaim.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“These inspiring essays are written by some of the most brilliant literary figures today … It is always interesting to read about the influences that make a person go down a particular path, and with these thirty writers, it is a most interesting journey and a great compilation for the literature lover.” — San Francisco Book Review

“Irresistible ... these exceptionally animated essays feel as though the writers couldn’t get the words down quickly enough. And what an array of experiences and voices.” — Booklist

“Highly recommended.” — Library Journal

“A mesmerizing book of essays by famous pens who themselves were once helped—or hurt—by established talents as they tried to climb their way up the literary ladder. [Mentors, Muses & Monsters] beautifully captures the experience of being a literary aspirant—wide-eyed, enchanted by words, and eager for the tutelage of a mentor —one who’s already scaled the temple wall and emerged, shining, in a turret.” — Christian Science Monitor

“This anthology is that rare gem, a collection whose whole is greater, even, than the sum of its parts. Where else could you read musings-about-muses, accompanied by juicy tales from deep inside the writing life, by 30 of the best minds of our generation, all between the covers of one book?” — San Francisco Chronicle

“Michael Cunningham relates his discovery of Mrs. Dalloway, the happy result of failing to impress a girl during high school ... Joyce Carol Oates tells us that she had no mentor but books ... And in terrific essays on the New York Review of Books and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, Neil Gordon and Jane Smiley give us a sense ... of how institutions conspire to turn ordinary human beings into award-winning authors.” — Bookforum

“Every essay here—from Benedict’s own remembrance of Elizabeth Hardwick to Christopher Castellani’s ‘Coming of Age at Breadloaf’—is wise and full of heart.” — Chicago Tribune

“Deliciously rich and illuminating ... Each writer shades in the nuances of character and experience that make his subject come to life, and each reads like a short story.” — Martha’s Vineyard Times

“A unique collection of essays about the infinite varieties of literary mentoring…” — The Writer

“Margot Livesey, Jane Smiley, Denis Johnson, ZZ Packer, and Jonathan Safran Foer are among the stellar cast that weighs in on good, bad, and ugly encounters with, and advice from, their influences.” — Elle

“… a treasure trove of a book: every essay is charged with a young person’s determination to be a writer, persisting often through hardship, but gaining in assurance as one reads, and before the end confidently displaying real talent. A true satisfaction!” — Peter Pouncey, author of Rules for Old Men Waiting: A Nove

“Writers work alone more often than not, but their heads are full of people: imagined, remembered, waiting to be born. The ingenious, grateful, and often moving essays in this book evoke a certain class of these people, the alliterating authorities of the title. Words like ‘rescue,’ ‘permission,’ ‘save,’ ‘changed,’ ‘devastating’ appear in these pages, suggesting effects a good deal more immediate than anything called up by ‘model’ or ‘influence.’ Do writers really need rescuing and the rest? Read and see. This is a wonderful book about what writers have found necessary, not what they thought they might need.” — Michael Wood, author of The Road to Delphi and America in the Movies

“Whatever justified, or deluded, fascination these writers have toward their teachers, and however much or little reciprocity is granted, they weave riveting tales of their own evolution, sometimes outstripping their mentors.” — Mopsy Strange Kennedy, The Improper Bostonian

The San Francisco Chronicle
This anthology is that rare gem, a collection whose whole is greater, even, than the sum of its parts. Where else could you read musings-about-muses, accompanied by juicy tales from deep inside the writing life, by 30 of the best minds of our generation, all between the covers of one book?
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The essays are not simply worshipful tributes to literary lions. Each writer shades in the nuances of character and experience that make his subject come to life, and each reads like a short story. . . . For the reader aspiring to sharpen his own craft, gem after gem emerges from this book's pages. . . . I haven't finished reading all the essays. In truth, I am reluctant to complete it, so deliciously rich and illuminating have I found each offering. I suspect any writer or serious reader will feel the same way.
Library Journal
Intrigued by the influence of mentors on fiction writers and finding no book on the subject, Benedict, herself a published author, solicited and received replies that she has compiled in this book. She has categorized these as People We Encountered, Books We Read, and Times of Our Lives, this last category a reference to the impact of particular places. We read of known authors who directly guided the writers, such as Bernard Malamud and Elizabeth Hardwick, and others who indirectly provided an example, such as Alice Munro and Virginia Woolf. Of the 30, a number are familiar (e.g., Julia Glass, Joyce Carol Oates), but others are less so. All of the writers were encouraged to read more and to continue writing. The reader gets to experience another side of known writers and is also introduced to an array of new writers and writing styles. Along the way, titles for possible future reading are suggested. VERDICT Highly recommended for literature collections in public libraries and all avid fiction readers.—Gina Kaiser, Univ. of the Sciences Lib. in Philadelphia
Kirkus Reviews
Editor Benedict (The Practice of Deceit, 2005, etc.) presents a collection of 30 pieces by writers of varying ability, accomplishment and fame who recount "a moment when an authority figure saw talent in them, or when they came to believe they possessed it themselves."A couple of the weaker essays are by contributors who prate and prance (John Casey) or who make certain that we know that a mentor once called their writing wonderful (Julia Glass). Not all memories are in soft focus. Mary Gordon recalls an unkind cut from Elizabeth Hardwick that resulted in a 21-year estrangement. Edmund White writes wryly and eloquently about ambivalence, focusing on the prickly-pear personality of Harold Brodkey, who once raged that Updike had stolen his persona and plopped him into The Witches of Eastwick as the diabolical Daryl Van Horne. The most appealing pieces are reflective and self-deprecating. Michael Cunningham summons a moment from high school when an unusual adolescent girl told him he was stupid and that he should read Virginia Woolf ASAP. Alexander Chee, remembering Annie Dillard, notes that great teachers help you see the path you're already on. Several writers confess to falling in love with other writers (mostly from afar). Cheryl Strayed wept when she finally heard Alice Munro at a reading. Samantha Hunt says she felt flayed by the words of Breece D'J Pancake. Joyce Carol Oates shines with her realization that she's never had an actual mentor (her late husband, she reveals, rarely read her fiction); instead, she's had colleagues she's admired (John Gardner) and books she's loved. Several contributors, Oates among them, write about formative books from childhood (are we surprised that sheliked Poe?). Jane Smiley gets the last word in a sharp-edged piece about the Iowa Writers' Workshop in the 1970s, noting that "desire sparks imagination, imagination generates details, details take you from the beginning to the end."A mixture of pompous braying and insightful, quiet moments of magic.

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The response to my invitation was overwhelming. One after another, in e-mails, on the phone, and in person, in a matter of weeks, two dozen fiction writers said yes, they wanted to contribute to this anthology. Some days I would hear from two or three or four people, saying yes, count me in. Of course, I was delighted—and slightly flabbergasted by the wellspring of enthusiasm. I seemed to have hit a nerve.

Several knew right away whom they wanted to write about—Mary Gordon on Elizabeth Hardwick and Janice Thaddeus, Jay Cantor on Bernard Malamud, Lily Tuck on Gordon Lish, Jim Shepard on John Hawkes. But quite a few said yes, emphatically, without knowing their subject for sure. Early on, Jonathan Safran Foer was deciding from among Joyce Carol Oates, with whom he studied at Princeton, the artist Joseph Cornell, whose famous boxes enchanted him at a young age, and the Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai. At first, Margot Livesey wasn’t sure whether to choose her adopted father—an English teacher at a Scottish boarding school—or a long-dead muse.

In saying yes before they had settled on a subject, I picked up in writers’ voices and in their e-mails a yearning to acknowledge and to thank the people who had made a landmark difference in their lives—to recognize them the best way a fiction writer can, by telling the story of their association. Because most of these encounters occurred when the writers were young and vulnerable—uncertain about their identities and what they were capable of—some of the pieces have a sweetly aching quality, and nearly all of them express abiding gratitude. But sweetly aching or not, a good many of the writers are looking back at themselves at a tender age when something powerful happened to them, a moment when an authority figure saw talent in them, or when they came to believe they possessed it themselves—and their wobbly lives changed direction and velocity. They knew, in a way they hadn’t before, where they were headed; and what is more potent, and more moving, than that? It’s like being rescued. No, it is being rescued—from uncertainty, indecision, mediocrity.

Life brings us emotional experiences to compete with that one in intensity, but the others invariably involve romance, children, family ties, two-sided associations that inevitably become messy, fraught, downright imperfect. But the feelings of gratitude a student or supplicant usually has for a mentor have an aura of purity about them—uncluttered, unalloyed gratitude—that’s absent from most other intense relationships. It’s fitting that we idealize our mentors. They are more accomplished than we are; they are in a position to bestow feelings of worth on us that carry more weight in the real world than praise from even the most ardent parents. Their praise counts for something out there—and because of that, it also counts in here, where we live and work and proceed with nothing but whatever talent we possess, whatever nerve we can summon, and the knowledge that the only way to get to Carnegie Hall, or its literary equivalents, is practice, practice, practice, which is to say, write, rewrite, rewrite.

Mentors are our role models, our own private celebrities, people we emulate, fall in love with, and sometimes stalk—by reading their books compulsively. In her essay on Alice Munro, Cheryl Strayed writes, “I love Alice Munro, I took to saying, the way I did about any number of people I didn’t know whose writing I admired, meaning, of course, that I loved her books…. But I loved her too, in a way that felt slightly ridiculous even to me.” When things go well, we are the beneficiaries of our mentors’ best selves, not just their admirable writing but the prescient insights that divine talent in us before we know it’s there ourselves.

Alongside the mentor’s noticing us, much of the force of our feelings is revealed in how much energy we invest in noticing the mentor; but what would you expect from writers obsessed with other writers? Obsession is an occupational hazard. Or do I mean an occupational necessity? In his essay on Annie Dillard, Alexander Chee writes, “By the time I was done studying with Annie, I wanted to be her.” He wanted her house, her car, and most of all, a boxed set of the books he had not yet written, like the boxed set of her books he admires in a store. When she was in her twenties, Sigrid Nunez lived with her boyfriend and his mother—Susan Sontag. In her essay “Sontag’s Rules,” in crystalline detail, she remembers Sontag’s elaborate rules for living the life of a writer and intellectual—and Nunez names each rule she adopted for herself. In the more complicated case of Maud Casey, whose influences are the writers John Casey and Jane Barnes—who happen to be her parents—she admits that as a child, she imagined that she would grow up to be her parents, and that until she went to graduate school, she could not read a novel, any novel, without hearing their voices in her head.

Not all writers have quite such complicated relationships with their mentors or mentor equivalents. John Casey, father of Maud, had an unfraught, collegial relationship with Peter Taylor after they met while Casey was a law student taking a creative writing class on the side. Julia Glass writes a glowing paean to her longtime book editor and muse Deb Garrison, and tells us, along the way, how she herself went from being a painter to a novelist rather late in life. Carolyn See honors an unlikely pair of influences, an English professor whose lectures on poetry she attended for three weeks when she was twenty, and her beloved, eccentric father, who had always yearned to be a serious writer; the closest he came was writing seventy-three books of pornography near the end of his life.

Joyce Carol Oates answered my invitation by telling me that her mentors had been Emily Dickinson and Ernest Hemingway and several contemporary writers she had never known. I replied that it would be fine to write about mentors of that kind—to which Oates replied with an essay far more ambitious and illuminating, “On the Absence of Mentors/Monsters: Notes on Writerly Influences,” that includes stories of her friendships with Donald Barthelme and John Gardner—and her childhood passion for Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass.

Other writers arrived with more unconventional sources of inspiration. The distinguished critic Robert Boyers, who found his fictional voice at fifty, is indebted to the Italian writer Natalia Ginzburg, because of his poet wife’s connection to her. Evelyn Toynton, an American who lives in England, recalls the sorrows of her beloved handicapped mother, who showered Toynton and her sister with books and stories about English kings and queens when they were sorrowful children in New York City, on their twice-monthly visits to their mother’s shabby, book-filled apartment. The story of Arnon Grunberg’s literary awakening as a high school dropout in Amsterdam is so exotic—and funny and heartbreaking—that I am loath to try to summarize it in a sentence. Edmund White’s portrait of the late Harold Brodkey, set in gay New York in the 1970s, provides the anthology its single full-blown “monster.” Monstrous though he was, White acknowledges his writerly debt to Brodkey.

Like Joyce Carol Oates, a number of writers felt they had been mentored not by people but by specific books or a writer’s oeuvre. Samantha Hunt, Denis Johnson, ZZ Packer, Anita Shreve, and Martha Southgate offer not only their lucid memories of encountering these works but a booklist you’re not likely to find anywhere else: The Stories of Breece D’J Pancake, Fat City by Leonard Gardner, the short stories of James Alan McPherson, That Night by Alice McDermott, and Harriet the Spy, respectively. Michael Cunningham, who identifies Virginia Woolf as his muse, wrote about the lifelong companionship Mrs. Dalloway has given him, “a devastating if oneway friendship” that led him to write The Hours when he was in his forties.

Another group of writers had something entirely different in mind in response to my invitation—and I was so eager to read their essays that I happily went beyond the boundaries of the title. Five people wanted to write about institutions or extended periods of their lives that had changed everything—altered their ambitions, rearranged their sense of who they were, what they were capable of, and what they wanted. Jane Smiley dove back into her first year as a graduate student at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, 1974, and the influence of her classmates, including Allan Gurganus. Christopher Castellani examined what nine summers at the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference have meant to him, beginning with two summers as a waiter. Neil Gordon recollected two transformative years as an editorial assistant at The New York Review of Books, while he finished his doctoral dissertation and charted his ambivalence about writing fiction. Dinaw Mengestu, born in Ethiopia and raised outside Chicago, ran an after school program in Harlem while he licked his wounds at not being able to sell his novel, and learned anew the power of storytelling in his efforts to entertain and soothe his students. Caryl Phillips, born in St. Kitts, raised in Leeds, England, and now a professor of writing at Yale, takes a long look backwards in “Growing Pains,” isolating moments that moved him in the direction of a literary life.

This anthology came into being on the night of March 17, 2008, hours after I submitted an essay to Tin House on my mentor, Elizabeth Hardwick, who had died three months before and with whom I had had a senior tutorial at Barnard College in the 1970s. I remember walking through my apartment, feeling especially content, not only at having finished the piece but at having dwelled on that distant time before I knew what I would do with myself. Back then, one event had led to another, and another, and landed me in Miss Hardwick’s office every two weeks during my last semester, at the end of which—well, I guess you could say that she liked my work. Liked it well enough to say so, which was well enough to keep me going as an aspiring writer for the next nine years until I finished and sold my first novel. A little praise from the right person can go a very long way.

There must be a collection somewhere of writers on the subject of their mentors, I said to myself in this upbeat mood, and I went to Amazon.com to look for it. But it was not many minutes before I saw that there isn’t one. The very next day, armed with my title—Mentors, Muses & Monsters—I started making inquiries. The first person I asked, Mary Gordon, said yes right away. You hold in your hands the rest of the story.

Though this may be the only collection of essays by writers about their mentors and muses, the history of literature and of every other art overflows with stories about mentors, muses, and influential monsters, about institutions that have produced extraordinary talents, and about decades (Vienna in the 1890s, Paris in the 1920s) when geniuses collided and changed the course of history. There are stories yet to be told about today’s teachers who nurture and direct gifted students, and plenty of stories to be retold about distant writers and artists who inspired acolytes in their immediate orbit, and inspire them now, centuries later, with their work.

In the 1780s, Mozart wrote six string quartets dedicated to Joseph Haydn, who is considered the father of the string quartet, and whose work Mozart had begun studying at the age of six. In 1785, after hearing the six quartets, Haydn made a now famous remark to Mozart’s father: “Before God, and as an honest man, I tell you that your son is the greatest composer known to me either in person or by name. He has taste, and, what is more, the most profound knowledge of composition.”

Would Mozart have been Mozart without Haydn’s influence? Would Shakespeare have been Shakespeare without Plutarch’s Lives and Holinshed’s Chronicles to draw on? Would T. S. Eliot’s Waste Land have become what it is without Ezra Pound’s edits? Jonathan Safran Foer claims in his essay “The Snow Globe” that had he not gone to Yehuda Amichai’s reading as a high school student visiting Israel, he might never have become a writer. Anita Shreve is certain that had she not read Alice McDermott’s novel That Night at the moment she did, she “would not be a novelist today.” I find it impossible to accept that all this talent might never have flourished had it not been for a chance encounter or a single book. Surely it would have found expression sooner or later, in one form or another— wouldn’t it? In any case, the essays in Mentors, Muses & Monsters are about what did happen, and in its own way, each is a celebration of that potent elixir made up of influence and serendipity.

Some writers in this collection refer to transformative figures as mentors, some as muses, and some do not have a ready label. But it’s worth noting that none of the writers tells the archetypal story of artist and muse: the great man inspired in his great work by a woman destined to play second fiddle, or no fiddle at all. I like to think this absence is not a fluke, that it marks a trend in the arts and in life, and that it’s something else to celebrate in these pages.

I knew these essays would be good when I asked this extraordinary group of writers to undertake them, but I could never have imagined just how good they would be, until they began arriving in my computer from around the country and across an ocean or two. Here’s what I think happened: Given the chance to thank the people, living and dead, writers, parents, professors, editors, and dance teachers who changed their lives— and to remember times and places when magic happened and influence of all kinds put down roots—these writers made the decision to write their hearts out and let us in on stories they have carried around for years.

Writers can be a grumpy, cantankerous bunch, self-involved, high-strung, hostile to authority, annoyed, sometimes, if they have to leave the house. But it turns out that if you ask them to remember who gave them the idea to write or the permission or the encouragement, ask them to remember the voice that said, “You can do this, and here’s how,” whether it was a human voice or an author speaking from the page of a book, there’s a good chance they’ll tell you a story that just might take your breath away.

© 2009 Elizabeth Benedict

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Benedict, a graduate of Barnard College, is the author of five novels, including Almost, The Practice of Deceit, and the National Book Award Finalist Slow Dancing, as well as The Joy of Writing Sex: A Guide for Fiction Writers. A widely published essayist and journalist, she has taught fiction and nonfiction writing at Princeton University, the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, Columbia University, Swarthmore College, and the New York State Summer Writers Institute.

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