Long ago an editor urged me never to assume I knew what readers were thinking or what they wanted. It’s presumptuous to do so. Mind-reading quickly turns into seeking approval from readers and sucking up to them. Be clear, don’t condescend, respect the reader’s intelligence. That’s one half of my “philosophy of writing” (something I’ve never concocted). The other half is a little more nebulous: write what I would like to read. If readers choose not to read something I’ve written, that’s not a big deal. No one’s obligated to do so.
The late Australian
poet Les Murray was asked by an interviewer: “I get the sense from your work
that you have always thought of yourself as defending the honor of working
people. Is that the most important aspect of your poetry?” He answers:
“No, though
there is a sort of ideal audience in my head, and mine is fairly egalitarian,
without being suppressive, without being a mob. There are more important
things, like getting the poem right and working something out. But I would like
to use the poem not to snub people, unless it was to punish some dreadful
bugger. But even then, if I snub someone, he might not have a name; he might
just be a figure, like the doorman.”
I’ve always
been skeptical of the “ideal reader” but maybe there’s something to it, and I’ll
try to formulate that something negatively. I don’t write for English majors or
graduate seminars. Nor do I write for illiterates or alliterates. I want to give readers a chance to enjoy what I enjoy. I don’t write
in support of causes. In no sense am I an “activist.” A reader has asked me to
define my “ideal reader” and, to be reductive about it, that would be anyone
who finds something to like in what I like, all seven of you. For my purposes, that comfortably culls
the herd.
The
interviewer has a follow-up question for Murray: “Could you elaborate a bit on
what you mean by ‘getting it right’ and ‘working something out.’” Murray
replies:
“What does
some phenomenon in the world mean? What does it lead to, what does it point to,
what deeper dimension can you find in it? I do a lot of that, and I think of it
as contiguous to what science does: working a thing out. Seeing its less
obvious connections. Surprising yourself. But I wouldn’t always want to be
forensic like that. Sometimes you just want to play around and find musical,
surprising stuff to say.”
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Apropos of absolutely nothing: I sometimes confuse the very similar names of the American poet, Richard Brautigan (1935-1984) with the Dutch classical pianist Ronald Brautigam (born in 1954). An "n" versus an "m."
Besides the quality of the prose in this blog (the lone literary blog I follow), what I like most is the occasional reminder of a great author I had previously put aside for whatever reason. A post will bring that one back to me and lead me to pursue the pleasure again in a more lasting way.
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