Voice
The reading features writers who studied
with the late legendary Tom Spanbauer
in his Dangerous Writing Workshops.
. I could never get into Tom’s novels
but I saw him read once and he was understated
and heartbreaking. There are four readers,
all of them taking their mentor’s advice
to write what they know. Barely-disguised
autobiography from well-meaning people
whose lives have been dull and privileged.
There is nothing dangerous or even mildly compelling
about any of it. The last reader is the man
who organized the event, an ancient gentlemen
with thin, slicked-back white hair
who reads from his 750 page magnum opus.
I want so badly to love this man and his bravery,
but I’m struggling. One of Tom’s tenets,
which his protege shares with us, is that
the story is not as important as the voice telling it.
I agree, but this doddering old man’s writing
is dry and predictable without a unique voice.
Perhaps a good editor could shape this
into something. But how much time
does this man have left? My heart aches.
I want so badly for him to succeed,
for his story to make it out into the world
in a way that makes him happy. But lord is it dull.
Everyone should write about their lives,
but not everyone should share it.
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