Narrative 10

With David L. UlinUlinDavid_258x258

To mark the publication of his new book, Sidewalking: Coming to Terms with Los Angeles, Narrative has a few burning questions for David Ulin.

1. Who is your favorite character in fiction; your fave character in life?
Oh, what a question. Favorite character? It’s like choosing a favorite child. My favorite characters, probably, are those who hew closest to their authors: the quietly desperate men and boys of Raymond Carver; the wide-eyes alter egos of Jack Kerouac. I love the unnamed narrator in Jesus’ Son by Denis Johnson; also, Meursault and the corrupted “judge-penitent” of The Fall, Clamence. I love the detective heroes: Philip Marlowe, Easy Rawlins. I adore Mildred Pierce. And St. Augustine, always Augustine, wrestling with the curse of his humanity, so contemporary and relevant over nearly two millennia. I respond to characters who are not creations so much as expressions, impressions, self-portraits, in a sense. As for life, well . . . that’s a harder question, or maybe it’s that life has never offered me such clarity.

2. Your favorite line (that you or someone else wrote)?
“My mother is a fish.” —Faulkner, As I Lay Dying. I’ve loved this line since the first time I read it, in eleventh-grade English. It says it all—loss, longing, disassociation, and a desire to make sense of an insensible situation. All that in five words.

3. The story, novel, or poem you wish you could read again for the first time.
The Catcher in the Rye. Not because it is such a touchstone text for me—although it has been, and it ages better than it is given credit for—but because I remember vividly the white-hot experience of reading it for the first time, of feeling that it was speaking for me, out of me, and that sense of identification, of electricity. I would love to go through that again.

4. Best part of the day?
It used to be late at night—the quiet stillness, family asleep, dog curled on the floor, barely vigilant, feeling the slowness of the moment, tired from all that waking, as if time had arrested itself. More and more, however, it is early in the morning—the quiet stillness, family asleep, dog curled on the floor, barely vigilant, feeling the slowness of the moment, tired from all that sleeping, as if time had arrested itself. I like the in-between moments, I guess is what I’m saying, before or after, the reflection of them, the solitude.

5. Your cure for when the spirit flags?
The real answer? I pace and plan and talk to myself, illusion of control, of order, the illusion that I have a say about what happens, that I can influence events in any way. A fiction, and I know it, but it settles me to pretend otherwise. This is the MO, large or small trouble, a story I like to tell myself in which life, the universe, makes sense, is not indifferent to me and my desires. A little bit of that fine self-deception, and I feel as if I can continue, as if I can muddle through. Read Rest Of Interview Here.

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