Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving! These fun centerpieces were made by the Kindergarteners at the school where I work. Discovering happy objects created by the kids is one of the reasons I love working there.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Why a Real Life Story is Never the Whole Story

A drab and wet November morning--perfect for revising at
the Royal Coffee House.

Monday evening two weeks ago I wrote a story. I wrote it sitting in my car, with my laptop plugged into the car’s one outlet (my battery has surpassed its lifespan), while waiting for my son’s basketball practice to finish. I wrote about the day’s horrific events; I simply had to, and waiting in the car was the only quiet time I was going to have that day. Tuesday morning I revised it, sitting in my favorite cafĂ© where I stop to avoid rush hour traffic after dropping my boys off at school.

Revising, I took out a lot. Then I emailed it to my friend who’s the main character in the story. After all this was a true story, and I wanted her to be comfortable with it before I even sent it out for possible publication. Tuesday night, amidst her grief, she emailed back, “It’s lovely.” Wednesday morning I pitched the essay to Tablet; on Thursday it was published: Fatal West Bank Stabbing Hits Close to Home.

Comments on Facebook included “powerful” and “stunning.” That essay is only “stunning” and “powerful” because it is not the whole story. It doesn’t mention that my younger son was part of the library presentation and that he shared photos from our trip to the French village where his grandmother had been a hidden child during World War II. It does not mention that my daughter is currently serving in the Israeli Defense Forces, and that that Monday morning, before doing the library program, I had gotten scared for the first time since she’s been in the IDF when I read that a soldier had been stabbed at a Tel Aviv train station. It does not mention that the principal of my children’s high school was visiting the school where we were meeting for a recruiting event and that we all chatted about how my daughter was doing, and about Kristallnacht, and about my rather fitting manuscript.

I did write all that at first. My first draft contained the whole story and all its tangents. But for the essay to work, I knew it had to focus on what had stunned me so much that day: That we could have run a library program on Jews in fear for their life, only to learn, minutes later, that the librarian’s niece at been brutally murdered, simply because she was a Jew.

Shaping this essay reminded me again that when we write stories from real life, we have to omit things. Just because something is part of an experience, doesn’t mean it needs to be part of the story. I allowed myself to write the entire experience, and then I cut. Cutting hurt because of course I wanted to talk about all of it. But an essay isn’t talking. I mitigated the hurt by using my tried-and-true method of dropping what I cut into a “parking lot” document. What you, dear readers, were left with was an essay that worked, even if it wasn’t the whole story and probably precisely because it wasn't.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sunday Sentence

Another Sunday in which I participate in the Sunday Sentence Project (#SundaySentence on Twitter):

"There is no collection that documents a person's life from moment of birth to moment of death. But you can cull a lot of information from one single document."

from: Paper Love by Sarah Wildman 

(PS: I'm interviewing Sarah Wildman for the Jewish Book World, and as soon as that interview appears, I will share it. For now I'll just say it's a stunning book, truly a page turner.)