by Liana Liu
Fiction writer Laura Owen is one of the funniest ladies I know, and this is reflected in her work. But the quirkiness of her characters--a magician who cuts off his own head, a suburban mom who wears grills--never overpowers the emotional impact of her work. Laura graduated from the University of Minnesota MFA program last May; here we talk about life after school, life during school, and the importance of commas.
What have you been up to since graduating?
I've
been up to a lot of teaching. I teach composition at the University of
Wisconsin--River Falls. It's about forty minutes away, so I live in
Minnesota and work in Wisconsin, which is a little weird. I teach a lot:
I taught three classes last semester and I'm teaching four this
semester. Plus this semester I'm also teaching two classes at The Loft. Essentially, my life is teaching, teaching, teaching, hanging out, and teaching.
So with all that teaching, how's your writing going?
Well
it's this really strange dichotomy in that I have been doing pretty
much zero writing, which would make feel me more down-hearted except
that my professional progress is further along than it's ever been. I
was really lucky to have had a story published in American Short Fiction
this past fall, and because of that I've been in touch with some
agents. So I'm further along in the agent search than I expected to be,
but at the same time I'm not really doing any writing, so it's this
weird thing where I feel like people are professionally interested in my
writing but I could not be spending less time on my writing.
That is weird! Are you talking to agents about your thesis?
Yes.
My MFA thesis was a novel. At the end of the program, I really wanted
to be graduated and feel like, "It's done! Take it, agents!" But since
then, I've thought about the feedback I got from my professors and some
of my peers, and want to do one more revision. I'm hoping to save some
money and take the summer to do a revision. Then hopefully the agents
I've talked to will like it. And then onward to fame and fortune! Of
course, no guarantees.
No, I think it's pretty much a guarantee.
Yes, you're right.
Do you miss school? Your lifestyle has changed so drastically.
Well,
It hasn't really. I have this anxiety like, oughtn't my lifestyle have
changed more? But I live in the same apartment; I do similar work as the
work I did in grad school, just more of it; and I hang out with a lot
of my lovely friends who are still in the MFA program. I occasionally
feel like the creepy old guy hanging out with high school chicks, buying
them beer, but that's that.
That's great that you have a real job and you don't think it sucks.
Yeah,
I'm working full time and I don't hate it, and I never expected both of
those things. And I'm very happy about that. We sort of grouse a bit in
the MFA program, wondering what we can really expect out of it, but
it's true that it has enabled me to actually do a job that I like.
So the MFA degree will provide for our future!
It
does. It might not give you fame and fortune right away, but it does
qualify you to do something, which I think we sometimes forget.
How did school change your writing?
I think it changed it for the better.
I certainly hope so.
The
big thing was not changing the way that I wrote, but just giving me
confidence in myself as a writer. It's really easy not to take yourself
seriously as a writer. You feel really stupid: yeah, you write things,
but no one's publishing you, no one's reading you, and you're reading
all this amazing stuff, and you feel like, "How can I call myself a
writer?" But having other people reading my stuff seriously and
carefully really forced me to take myself seriously as a writer, and
that was really important, just to get over myself and write.
I also learned stuff about form. Julie Schumacher
pointed out that my writing was just infested with commas and that I
needed to learn the rules of comma usage. She was totally right: I was
just putting commas wherever I felt like putting commas. So learning the
rules of comma usage improved my writing about five million percent.
Having really attentive readers who know a lot about how writing works
can help you shed some of your annoying tics--then your work becomes
more polished and confident and clear.
So, graduate school taught you how to use commas.
Yes. I don't know if this reflects well on graduate school or poorly on me, or the other way around...
Or positively on everyone!
Yes, I've learned comma usage. Which I thought I knew beforehand, but I did not.
Read anything good lately?
I just finished rereading this Balzac novel called Lost Illusions.
It was really enjoyable. It's basically about how if you want to be a
writer it's not going to work out for you and everything is really
terrible and you have to give up all your illusions and become really
cynical and jaded.
Sounds enjoyable!
Maybe
it's not uplifting, but I really liked it. I try to appreciate his
observations about literary life, which I think still kind of hold true,
without becoming too jaded.
Yeah, you got to hold on to your delusions.
Yes! Delusions are really useful things.
Because how else can you go on? You can't go on without your delusions.
I
totally agree. The moral of the Balzac book seems to be that you have
to renounce ambition and live a modest, good life or basically become
really cynical and use people in order to be successful. And I do
believe--I mean, I hold on to the illusion that there's got to be a
middle way.
For more on Laura, visit her website: http://lauracjowen.weebly.com/
I write this while sitting underneath a small, window air conditioner, one that barely cools the space around me, not to mention the entire room. Outside, the temperature clocks in at 91 degrees with humidity somewhere between 70 and 80 percent, the heat index somewhere in the triple digits, completely obscene.
[read]9.01.10I'm visiting my hometown in rural northern California, and as I write this I'm sitting on an ocean bluff in fog so thick I can't see the water. I am told that this particular bluff is home to the southernmost individual Sitka spruce on the west coast, but the tree is allegedly nestled in a hidden rocky crevice and I haven't located it yet. The fog doesn't help, of course.
[read]8.24.10Up until six months ago, I had never read anything by Muriel Spark. I had heard of her, of course, and thought I knew a couple of things about her. For example, I knew she was from Australia (wrong). And I knew she was a historical romance novelist (wrong, wrong). Where did I get these ideas from? I cannot remember. Probably from guessing. I am an inveterate guesser which might be why I get lost ALL THE TIME. But that is beside the point. Let us talk about Muriel Spark!
[read]7.23.10Here's a story: a guy is looking for a place to sit down and hang out. There are a bunch of empty chairs all over the place, but they're not peaceful enough because there are loud people sitting in other chairs nearby.
[read]7.16.10(Space Baby hasn't learned to talk.)
1984: Oceania, Every Thought 'Tis for Thee
George
Orwell's 1949 novel envisioned a distant dystopian future (or a veiled
present?) in 1984 (1948?) when the only permissible pleasure is "a boot
stamping on a human face," and the government promotes Newspeak, a new
version of English devoid of words to express freedom and rebellion.