Showing posts with label Edmund White. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edmund White. Show all posts

Edmund White: Novelist, Memoirist, Essayist, Playwright, and Professor Emeritus

August 2020 saw the launch of A Saint From Texas, Edmund White’s 29th book. He’s famous for his self-deprecating sense of humor as well as his twinkling and often mischievous wit. White is the undisputed “silverdaddy” of gay literature. He unabashedly shares with his readers his deepest and often darkest thoughts about life and sex. He is also the co-author of The Joy Of Gay Sex.

His conversational and irreverent style of writing has garnered him many awards. White was made an officer in the French Ordre des Arts et des Lettres and won a literary prize from the Festival of Deauville. He was also named the 2018 winner of the PEN/Saul Bellow Award for Achievement in American Fiction.

It is his memoir A Boy’s Own Story that splashed Mr. White onto the literary scene. Rounding out his trilogy of autobiographies he followed this up with The Beautiful Room Is Empty and The Farewell Symphony. White is an essayist and he also worked as a correspondent at French Vogue for a decade. He still contributes to the New York Times Book Review.

In City Boy, White chronicles his life in New York City during the 60s and 70s. He moved to the City in July of ‘62 after majoring in Chinese at the University of Michigan and was accepted at Harvard to do his PhD but opted to move to Greenwich Village to live with his first boyfriend.

White wrote States of Desire: Travels in Gay America, a travelogue that explores gay culture in cities across the states in the late 70s. This was a gloriously free and adventuresome time just prior to the beginning of the AIDS epidemic. Along with Larry Kramer, White was one of the original 6 founders of the Gay Men’s Health Crisis (GMHC).

White shares with us his life in Paris from ’83 to ’90 in his memoir Inside A Pearl, and in ’93 he penned the critically acclaimed biography, Genet.

He often spent summers in Venice and it was on my second trip to the “Floating City” when author David G. Hallman suggested I read White’s 2009 memoir City Boy, in particular chapter 11. Wickedly funny as well as informative, I now recommend the same to all my friends journeying to Venice. Each visit, I happily make my obligatory visit to Peggy Guggenheim’s museum. In fact, during a recent trip during Carnival the apartment I rented overlooked her museum garden, in particular, her stone chair.

“…she (Peggy) had one obsession— arranging for her babies (Lhasa Apsos), and herself, to be buried in the garden of her palazzo. It was against commune rules to be buried anywhere but in a cemetery, but Peggy was willing to give her entire art collection and her palace to the city of Venice in exchange for having the rules bent in her favor. She eventually succeeded. In her garden she had a Byzantine stone chair, and now she and many of her dogs are buried in the ground that surrounds it.” – from Chapter 11, City Boy

I recently had the great pleasure to talk with Edmund White (www.edmundwhite.com), discussing a broad range of topics as well as the launch of his latest book, A Saint From Texas.


Edmund, Venice is my favorite city abroad and I can’t stop visiting her. Do you still travel there?
I would in a heartbeat go there but it’s a tough city for someone on a cane.

You’ve lived in Paris. You made a risky trip to Syria in the early 80s, traveled to Jordan and Crete. You’ve visited Zurich often and went to the Cannes and Berlin film festivals. But New York City has remained your home base. Is there a destination you’re still aching to explore?
My favorite city is Istanbul, but I doubt it’s the same. I’d love to go to Kyoto.

Why is Kyoto your must-see city?
I love classic Japanese literature: Genji, the Pillow Book. And I once thought of myself as a Buddhist.

You weren’t just living in New York City during Stonewall, you were there! The night of June 28, 1969 you were at the Stonewall Inn during the riots. What was that like? Did you have an immediate sense of what was happening and the importance of the event?
Yes, it felt historic, but we laughed a lot at the slogans, The Pink Panthers or Gay is Good in imitation of Black is Beautiful.

We must discuss your most recent book, A Saint From Texas, launching this August, 2020. First, the cover design is gorgeous. It is so reminiscent of the late and beautifully talented illustrator, Roger Duncan. Who created the cover?
I think it was a cover of Vogue in the 1950s.

I haven’t read the entire Edmund White library, but I’ve consumed my fair share. I must confess, A Saint From Texas is definitely my favorite book of yours to date.
“Yvette and Yvonne Crawford are twin sisters, born on a humble patch of East Texas prairie but bound for far grander fates. Just as an untold fortune of oil lies beneath their daddy’s land, both girls harbor their own secrets and dreams—ones that will carry them far from Texas and from each other. As the decades unfold, Yvonne will ascend the highest ranks of Parisian society as Yvette gives herself to a lifetime of worship and service in the streets of Jericó, Colombia. And yet, even as they remake themselves in their radically different lives, the twins find that the bonds of family and the past are unbreakable.” (from A Saint From Texas)

The story is intelligent, clever, and emotional, but then slaps you across the face being unapologetically acerbic, even gleefully shocking. The twins, Yvonne and Yvette are complimentary, identicals. A Saint From Texas is just itching to be adapted to screenplay. Would you consider a film adaptation or have you been offered one?
Consider? I’d beg for it!

And the ending is ripe for a sequel. Are you planning on continuing the story?
No. Now I’m writing a novel set in the future about polyamory.

The dialogue flies at record speed. I sense you really enjoyed writing for and through these characters, especially Yvonne and Yvette.
I’ve always enjoyed writing female characters, especially Frances Trollope in Fanny, Crane’s wife in Hotel de Dream, and the sisters in the Saint.

In your memoirs I admire your ability to share the most intimate details of your life. Your body of work is the definition of an open book, no pun intended. Are there limits as to how much you will reveal about yourself, family, or friends and have you ever regretted scenarios you have shared?
I’m a literary exhibitionist, but when a dirty passage from Our Young Man was read out loud at my 80th birthday I cringed.

The flavor of A Saint From Texas tastes a bit like John Irving in all the best possible ways. Interestingly, the two of you are good friends. How did your relationship with John come about?
I could never have written the Saint without having read Irving—the scope, the braided narrative, the satire! I met him because he said nice things about me in a paper in Nashville. He’s a very warm, sincere man with strong opinions, though he can be self-deprecating. I was able to give him a Lammy as a friend of gays. (Lambda Literary Awards, also known as the Lammys, are awarded yearly by the U.S.-based Lambda Literary Foundation to published works which celebrate or explore LGBT themes.)

I know as an adult you’re a voracious reader. Were you also, as a child?
I remember, or think I do, when I learned how to read and I thought it would be my passport into other, better worlds. I didn’t like to read children’s books. When I was nine I wanted to read Anatole France’s Thaîs, which was under reserve as a dirty book. When I was unable to obtain it I took my protest all the way to the mayor’s office (no response). My favorite books in grade school were Pierre Loti’s Disenchanted about life in Turkey’s harems, War and Peace (though I disliked how the aristocrats’ dialogue was not translated from French), a novel about the Lost Dauphin, and Henry Green’s Nothing (still a favorite).

What is the most challenging aspect of the creative process for you?
The most rewarding aspect of writing a novel is how it ties your days together.

Any advice for wannabe writers?
If you’re a serious “literary” writer, don’t study the market but just write a book you yourself would like to read.

You’re a professor at Princeton and have taught creative writing classes. Do you ever offer master classes for plebeians like myself? I’d certainly be first to sign up.
I retired two years ago. I’d give a master class if offered. You’re hardly a plebeian!

When you’re in the throes of writing, what is your writing schedule like?
Totally chaotic, like my life. Only fear and guilt make me settle down to write.

Edmund, I have found you to be amazingly accessible and generous. In fact, you offered a blurb for the cover of my first novel 15 years ago. Thank you, again. And thanks in advance for the novels, memoirs, essays, and reviews you’ll be entertaining and enlightening us with in the near future.

My pleasure.

 

Venice, Italy (Part 1)

Deep Travel Discounts, An Unexpected Meeting With Peggy Guggenheim Plus The 6th Highest Acqua Alta!


There's no place in the world like Venice.
Arthur - Midnight in Piazza San Marco







One can try to describe Venice but it must be experienced to be understood, to be felt, and to be appreciated. The museums, the music, the food, the architecture...the city itself is a living, breathing historical phenomenon. You have to blink several times to make sure you're not on a Hollywood movie set.

I traveled to Venice in November 2012 with my friend Bud Santora to do research for my upcoming novel, Aqua Alta. The title in Italian means high water and refers to the annual flooding of the city that occurs commonly between September and February. I was hoping there would be an aqua alta while I visited and boy, did I get what I asked for. More about that later. But two of the perks traveling off season are...less people and it's less expensive.

Riding In Private Water Taxi
I priced the trip on my own, airfare and hotel and then I went to a site called Gate 1 Travel. I used this deep discount travel company once before on a trip to Barcelona (that blog will be coming up soon) and I was so thrilled with the trip, I decided to use them again for Venice.

The exact same trip - four nights out of JFK - if booked on my own came to approximately $1,593.33 per person.  Booked through Gate 1 it came to $794.60. Everything was in order and went smoothly and exactly as planned. But if at anytime there is a mix-up, you have direct contact with Gate 1 who will help you. (No, I don't work for them but I'd love to buy some stock in their company.)

(Note to self: When flying for long periods of time, never ever wear comfortable nylon shell workout pants on a plane. All night long during the flight over I kept slipping out of my seat.)

Yes, That Tower Is Leaning!
I had been to Venice once before and felt I had only scratched the surface of what there was to explore. And on that trip I arrived by train and could walk to my hotel. This trip, flying in, I chose to hire a water taxi to take us to our hotel. You can ride the vaporetto, which is akin to a water bus. It's inexpensive but they can be very crowded and with luggage it can actually be quite anxiety producing. So I spent a little more money and hired a "shared" water taxi online through Venice Link. It was so easy.
Katharine Hepburn - Summertime

When we touched down at the airport in Venice there was a man waiting for us, checked that everything was in order and with one other couple we walked a short pathway to our boat. Total cost to take us to our hotel and back again to the airport when we were leaving was about $62 for both of us! $31 a piece/$15.50 each way. It was so worth it. And the boat was a beautiful wood paneled type you see in the movies. Think The Tourist with Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp. Actually, don't. It's a terrible film. The movie you should watch is Summertime with Katharine Hepburn. Directed by David Lean in 1955, the story is a bit silly but everything is shot on location and Venice still looks gloriously the same today.

Hotel Bucintoro
The fantastic Hotel Bucintoro was our destination. It's named after the ornate boat of State that for centuries has carried Doges out into the Adriatic Sea to bless and commemorate the marriage of the sea with the city of Venice on Ascension Day. An added plus is that the Bucintoro has its own dock so our water taxi dropped us off and picked us up right in front of the hotel. (History Of Bucintoro)

A  Room With A View
We had room #303 - a room with a view. A magnificent view. Facing the Adriatic Sea and located on the broad walkway of the San Biagio in the Arsenal district, the hotel was a short walking distance to Piazza San Marco in one direction and the Biennale Gardens in the other. Still along the Grand Canal, we felt as though we were close to everything yet still away from the crowds of tourists.

Room # 303
All the rooms in the hotel were designed to make you feel like you were on a ship. And the staff were friendly and helpful. The daily breakfasts were truly delicious. Hot and cold dishes, tiers of fruits and pastries and endless pots of some of the best coffee I've ever tasted.

We spent the first day getting our bearings and soaking up
Bud At An Outdoor Cafe
the fantastic sunny weather. It may have been the second week of November but it felt like spring. And we knew that a tremendous aqua alta was threatening to arrive sooner than later. 


We had a glass of wine, a walk through the Piazza San Marco and then weaved our way over to the Rialto Bridge.
Osteria Al Sacro e Profano
As the sun was setting we walked along the Strada Nova till we found the Round Church in Campo della Maddalena. Here we met up with Julia from Urban Adventures. I had heard great things about the cicchetti tour she was going to take us and two other couples on. I had booked all of this online and it was the best thing we could have done on our first night in Venice. She was smart, funny and took us to five different Bacari wine bars serving excellent red and white wines and melt-in-your-mouth cicchettis - Italy's version of tapas.
Gondola Fresco


These establishments are where the locals hang out and Julia shared tons of history and interesting anecdotes about Venice and its people. I really enjoyed Osteria Al Sacro e Profano. Run by a brother and sister team, it embodied the true spirit of a Venetian osteria. And across the alley way above our heads was this amazing little fresco of a gondola. This food and wine crawl changed our whole perspective of Venice.

Day two we strolled over to the Venice Biennale. This year marks its 55th season. A triumph
Russian Pavilion
of international art and architecture, 88 countries are participating, including the Vatican. When we visited, I really loved the Russian pavilion. Upon entering you were handed an iPad and the domed room was covered in thousands of "quick response bar codes" which described different aspects about Russia. You just aim and learn!


A late lunch at a cafe clinging to the side of a canal and we were off exploring again. In Venice, just walking around is like being in a museum. But I had never been to the famed  Peggy Guggenheim and really wanted to experience it. But as we approached the Accademia Bridge to cross the Grand Canal, it was Bud who noticed
We Had Palazzo Cavalli To Ourselves!
the breathtakingly beautiful Palazzo Cavalli and a banner announcing an exhibit of Bertil Vallien's Murano glass. But this wasn't your momma's Murano glass nor was this your run of the mill palazzo. As we entered, a young man passed us saying, "You won't be disappointed." And we weren't! And we were the only people walking from room to room in this sumptuous palace full of the most crazy, good, insane glass work I've ever seen.

Bertil Vallien Murano Glass
Peggy Guggenheim Museum
We enjoyed the exhibit so much we had to make a mad dash to Peggy's house before the museum closed. The sun had set and the golden Venetian lights were beginning to twinkle everywhere as we walked through the rooms of her Palazzo Venier dei Leioni, an 18th-century palace, which was her home until her death in 1979. 

She not only collected stunning artwork by Alexander Calder, Jackson Pollack, Max Ernst and many others, but she was also lovers with several of them, not to mention Samuel Beckett. If interested to know more about this extremely eccentric woman, read Edmund White's City Boy who was friends with her in the 60s and 70s. 

In fact, after soaking up as much art and culture as I could, I went out into the garden courtyard and sat on a stone chair to gather my strength to walk all the way back towards our hotel. I pulled out my iPad and started to read chapter 11 in Edmund's book. He says that Peggy wasn't lazy, but bored. The only passion she had in her life was to make sure that she and her beloved Lhasa Apsos could be buried in her garden. Well, it's against Venetian law not to be buried in a cemetery but Peggy said she'd donate her palace and priceless artwork to the city if they could be buried underneath her stone Byzantine chair. And they were.

Oh. My. God. I'm sitting on Peggy Guggenheim!

Peggy And Her Beloved Dogs
  
Next Post Will Be Venice (Part 2) -  Film, Food and Flooding!