{"id":324,"date":"2020-11-15T10:45:40","date_gmt":"2020-11-15T10:45:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/?p=324"},"modified":"2020-11-15T10:45:40","modified_gmt":"2020-11-15T10:45:40","slug":"407","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/?p=324","title":{"rendered":"Lone Star Listens: Feeling the Scare with Stephen Graham Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>LONE STAR LITERARY LIFE: Stephen, you grew up in a small Texas town, Stanton, between Big Spring and Midland. What was that like and how do you suppose that experience influenced your writing?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div id=\"u44811-103\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.demontheory.net\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>STEPHEN GRAHAM JONES<\/strong><\/a>: Stanton, clocking in at three thousand people, was actually the big town closest to us, out in Greenwood, which isn\u2019t on the map as we never had a post office, or a town, any of that. Lots of farmland, though. Lots of houses and trailers out in the pastures. Lots of oil pumps. I grew up playing in and on all of it. Sneaking out to a friend\u2019s house at night, it meant crossing a pasture for thirty minutes. I figure the way growing up out there like that impacted my writing was that I always had to imagine stuff. Like, some afternoons in elementary, I\u2019d go out into the pasture with just a two-foot piece of pipe or something, then find some berm of sand, some overhang of a washout, and I\u2019d spend hours just carving out places for people I\u2019d dreamed to live&nbsp;and have adventures. Writing novels, it\u2019s not so different.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>Did you always enjoy writing? Did you think you might be a writer \u201cwhen you grew up&#8221;?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">Ever since <em>Where the Red Fern Grows<\/em> in fourth grade, I knew I could hang a rusted lantern on an ax-head like that, yeah. Never dreamed I\u2019d be doing it like I am now, though. I mean, I never had any plan, but I never had to. When you grow up farming and working, you figure out pretty quick that being grown up, it\u2019s pretty much just going to be more of that. I figured I\u2019d graduate high school, lease a tractor, get a trailer to park out in some pasture, and then I\u2019d work all day, maybe write at night if I could get the energy. Writing was always just play, though. It was never work. And, yeah, it makes me some money now, but, still, I have a hard time calling it work. Really, it\u2019s how I avoid work.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>What were some of your favorite authors and books growing up?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">Louis L\u2019Amour was very central. All the Conan-stuff I could find. And any kind of science thriller. I couldn&#8217;t get enough of that. Still can&#8217;t. I really dug a lot of Michael Crichton, and Greg Bear, his science is thrilling as well. And comic books, of course. I found my first one in fourth grade, on the round-rack at a gas station on the way into Midland. I was hooked for life.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>How did your first break as a writer come along?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">Probably at my dissertation defense at FSU, when one of my committee said he\u2019d like to publish this. What did I think?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>Sherman Alexie has commended your approach as a Native American writer and the broadening perspective you bring. As a Blackfeet Native American author, how do you feel about the Native American perspective in Texas literature?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">I know that Texas has always been pretty proud of having run all the Indians out of Texas. So, there really hasn\u2019t been that much Texas\/Indian stuff, I don\u2019t guess. Or, there\u2019s a lot, but it\u2019s all stuck back in history, which is where America\u2019s most comfortable with the Indian being.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>What first attracted you to horror writing, and are there nuances and sub-genres that the novice reader should know about in this genre?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">I clearly remember one of the first horror stories I wrote, in the late nineties, after I&#8217;d been trying &#8220;literary&#8221;&nbsp;fiction for a while already. And it was so, so liberating. I could just decapitate a character if he was giving me grief. Which\u2014I don\u2019t mean to simplify horror down to that\u2014that\u2019s just what it felt like, my first time out. Instead of heaving to deal with what-all this character was dragging into the story and smearing around, I just cut his head off, and let the crew then deal with that. But I\u2019d always been into horror, from as far back as I can remember. And horror still scares me. My own horror, if it doesn\u2019t scare me first, then I don\u2019t send it out. And, I watch and read all the horror I can, sure. But it\u2019s at a price. Of my sleep. I never understand when horror writers say that, because they can see the mechanism, they can no longer feel the scare. Me, I feel the scare every time. I wouldn\u2019t write horror if I didn\u2019t.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>You\u2019ve been an academic in writing programs in both Texas and Colorado\u2014as a genre writer. How is that experience different from academic authors who might specialize in literary fiction or creative non-fiction?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">Guess it\u2019s only been different because all the genre students, they tend to gravitate to me. Which makes sense. But I never really feel left out or anything. Sure, there\u2019s been a divide between commercial and non-commercial fiction for a long time, and genre very intentionally falls under commercial,&nbsp;as it wants to move units, while academic tends to go non-commercial\u2014I hesitate to use &#8220;literary&#8221;&nbsp;as people do\u2014and, yeah, saying there\u2019s a divide is kind of pretending there\u2019s no enmity and resentment there, from both sides, but I don\u2019t let it grind me up, anyway. I just keep writing and publishing. In the academy, that\u2019s the right answer to about every question.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>How have writing students changed since you\u2019ve been teaching, or have they? How has publishing changed since you started writing?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">Students have changed radically in my fifteen years at the front of the classroom. My first two or three years\u2014my first eight or nine, more like\u2014I\u2019d always put a requirement on my workshop syllabus that the student submit at least one genre piece, to be assigned randomly. Back-when, maybe a third or even half of the class would balk at this. I even had a few students get up, walk out. Which was fine. It meant I could let people in off the waitlist. That kind of prejudice is pretty much gone now, though. I don\u2019t have to put that requirement on my syllabus anymore. The students come in already wanting to write about pirates and zombies and space-pirate zombies with elf swords. It\u2019s pretty cool. However, it all starts with craft, with sculpting sentences, with presenting believable characters, with pacing things into a page-turner, with giving the reader some kind of emotional rush at the end. And that\u2019s what I try to teach, no matter what the student\u2019s reading and writing tastes might be.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">And, yeah, publishing, it&#8217;s hardly recognizable from what it was fifteen years ago. Sea-change indeed. About forty-six of them. Not just e-books and piracy, but the whole model. What hasn\u2019t changed, though, is that a good story can still go far. It all starts with you alone in some room, trying to get a feeling down the right way on paper, such that someone else can feel it. Sure, we may be dropping those pages into an industry that\u2019s in flux, but flux, that at least means active,&nbsp;right? Active and growing, and changing, adapting, I like to think. Alive.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">I\u2019m excited for what\u2019s happening, too. I strongly suspect video games are already cross-pollinating with the novel. Not only sneaking new DNA into its form, but they&#8217;re retraining the audience, on a different kind of story. The novel, then, it\u2019s going to have to adapt if it wants to survive. I think it will, don\u2019t get me wrong, I don&#8217;t think that sky\u2019s falling, but I do wonder whether I\u2019ll be part of the new thing or not, since I don&#8217;t videogame. The train might stop, let me off at a station, then just keep moving along, into the distance. I\u2019ll be one of many on that platform, and we\u2019ll all be pretty satisfied with ourselves for having elected to get off here. But, standing still, I don\u2019t know. That\u2019s not how you change the world, is it? And novels, they\u2019re made to do that, to change the world. So, yes, the way things are changing, it\u2019s thrilling definitely, but it can be scary, too. The fun stuff always is.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>You\u2019re known as one of the most productive writers around, turning out story after story, book after book. What\u2019s your writing process like?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">It\u2019s just being constantly receptive, I think. For voice. Not something I hear on the streets necessarily, but something that kind of wells up on accident\u2014often in response to something I hear in line at Burger King, sure. Like, a couple of days ago, I\u2019m flying back from the Texas Book Festival, I\u2019ve got my bag of work to do for this flight, work that, if I do it now, means I won\u2019t have to stay up late later doing it. But then I hear a voice, speaking a story. So I try to just jot it down, save it for later, when I\u2019ve got time. But it keeps talking, so I just give up, pop my laptop open, reduce the zoom way down so everybody around me can\u2019t read what I\u2019m writing, and I lean into the story, have it done by touchdown. To me, writing, or, living being a writer, it\u2019s about . . . well, I think you write the same way you maybe read Harry Potter when you were three or four books in: in line at the bank, stopped in traffic, walking down the hall. It\u2019s rare for me to ever get three straight hours for writing, these days. But I can string together forty or fifty five-minute sessions, sure. Sometimes that becomes a story, or a novel, or a script. And then it calls for the creation of even more fiction, as I have to make up excuses for why I\u2019m late to here or there.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>If you had one piece of advice to give to aspiring writers, what would it be?<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">Read outside your genre. Keep a weather eye on the best-seller lists. Don\u2019t talk bad about any book you haven\u2019t read. And, finally, obviously, choose writing. Over television, over the bar, over everything but family and health. Don&#8217;t wait to write until the end of the day if you can help it, either. If you really believe in fiction, then why not give it the good part of your brain, right? More and more, the older I get\u2014I\u2019m forty-three, now\u2014I\u2019m finding that the good part of my brain is used up faster and faster, by the busy-ness of life. Or maybe life\u2019s just so much more busy now. But, if I can wake up, slam a few pages down, then the rest of the day, it&#8217;s that much easier to get through. It\u2019s just what I have to do to get tired enough to sleep, so I can wake again, slam down a few more pages.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">* * * * *<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\"><strong>Praise for Stephen Graham Jones&#8217;s work<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">\u201cMy hat is off to Stephen Graham Jones, because he is the kind of author that makes the frustrated writer inside every book reviewer cringe with self-doubt.\u201d \u2014PopMatters<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">\u201cJones has exploded the conventional rhythms of novelistic narrative.\u201d \u2014<em>Austin Chronicle<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">\u201cGripping moments of horror are expertly rendered, flashes of spot-on hilarity provide depth as well as levity, and the flickering humanity of the characters will resonate powerfully with readers.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">\u2014<em>Publishers Weekly<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:16px\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif\">\u201cJones\u2019s mastery of reader manipulation is finely edged as he moves readers around the vast dreamscape of his prose and shows them how quickly the so-called banality of existence can become horrific.\u201d \u2014<em>Foreword Reviews<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Interview with Texas native Stephen Graham Jones<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":323,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[229,53,30,8],"class_list":["post-324","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-authorinterview","tag-interview","tag-lonestarlistens","tag-lonestarliterarycom"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/324","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=324"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/324\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/323"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=324"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=324"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=324"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}