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What an evening! On Wednesday, more than 100 people braved the heat to attend our New Voices Picnic. It was a fantastic event that showcased some of Ohio’s up-and-coming talent in musical and literary work.
The evening began with a performance by a string quartet of students from ProMusica Chamber Orchestra. The four Hilliard Davidson High School students opened with a piece by Mozart, followed by several duets and closed with a surprise piece by Lady Gaga! This was definitely an unexpected crowd-pleaser! Check out the video below of their performance.
Following the music, our three featured authors for the evening shared excerpts from their work and provided the “story behind the story” to give the audience an intimate look into their writing process. Amanda Flower and Lee Kravitz each read a chapter from their books, Maid of Murder and Unfinished Business, respectively, and Ellen Waddell read several short stories from her collection, She Said, Looking Forward.
Overall, despite the high temps, it was a memorable evening filled with good food, fun entertainment and new talent!
We only have one more picnic left for the year! You won’t want to miss out hearing Dispatch sports columnist, Bob Hunter share from his new book Chic on Aug. 3. Tickets are available now, click here for more information. We hope to see you there!
Last night’s picnic with Robin Yocum was a definite success: the 100+ audience members enjoyed beautiful weather, delicious dinner and a preview of Yocum’s novel, Favorite Sons. Yocum also answered the audience’s questions, and shared stories of his transition from Dispatch reporter to author. Here are some photos:
Thurber House Emeritus Board Member Luke Feck hosted the evening’s festivities.
Yocum is a great storyteller!
Perfect night for a picnic!
Audience members could purchase copies of Yocum’s two books, Favorite Sons and Dead Before Deadline and get their copies signed before heading home.
We hope you’ll join us next month for our next picnic and reading from Leah Stewart, author of Husband and Wife. Visit www.thurberhouse.org for more details!
Books Editor Bill Eichenberger interviewed Andrew Hudgins, the poet behind Shut Up You're Fine, Poems for Very Very Bad Children for The Columbus Dispatch this week, saying "It takes a special kind of mind to get excited by the fact that mommy and salami are a perfect double rhyme." Here is an excerpt from the piece:
Q: My Bed Is Not a Boat is, superficially, funny. But like most of the poems, including I Love Ruby, there is an underlying trauma beneath the veneer of laughter, isn't there?
A: Mel Brooks once said, "Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall in an open sewer and die." Comedy is all about perspective. What I like in the poems you mention is that the kids don't even know what they are telling us. Say you got drunk at the junior prom and your date walked out on you. You'd be, I hope, ashamed and miserable for awhile, but after 30 years you can decide if you want to make the story funny when you tell it or, if you are so inclined, you can enjoy your misery all over again. That's also true about being a bed wetter.
Q: You write about a "flawless slice of bread." Is there too insignificant a topic for your poetry?
A: I've never seen a poem about trimming toenails, but I can imagine one. And then it might really have to be about something else, like the importance of insignificant things. In the bread poem, I was trying to capture the way a kid's mind works. I remember being so young I didn't know if there were principles involved in eating a sandwich. Which side should I choose to be the top of the sandwich, and wouldn't that make the bottom side feel rejected? And potato chips. You could spread them out across the plate and eat from large to small. Or, more likely, small to large. But you could also eat from most symmetrical to least. Or ugliest to prettiest. Even though I knew I was being silly, I couldn't stop my mind from wanting to organize the food. Which in retrospect is pretty funny.
Here's a thought about poetic subjects. Just today I saw an article about a group of gastroenterologists offering a prize for the best poem about colonoscopies. I'm guessing they aren't expecting humorous poems. And I'm also guessing that's exactly what they'll get.
Read the entire interview with Barry Moser's illustrations here!
Andrew Hudgins's riotously naughty new collection of mischievous poems about the dark side of childhood is now on sale. Illustrated by Barry Moser, Shut Up You're Fine: Poems for Very, Very Bad Children has been called by January Magazine a "compelling and hilariously offensive little book." Bill Eichenberger of The Columbus Dispatch described it as "snort out loud and choke on your coffee funny," and we will post the link to his wonderful interview with Hudgins soon.
Meanwhile, John McIntyre weighed in at The Baltimore Sun:
“Andrew Hudgins, whom I had the good fortune to meet in graduate school in Syracuse, has just brought out another in a distinguished line of collections of poetry: Shut Up, You’re Fine: Poems for Very, Very Bad Children (Overlook Press, 118 pages, $14.95).
Your initial reaction might run along the lines of oh good, something to put on the shelf next to Edward Gorey’s
Gashlycrumb Tinies. Well, yes and no. Mr. Hudgins has a distinct taste for the macabre, but these poems explore more deeply the double nature of childhood.
“Bad” children are those who do not meet adults’ expectations. They wet the bed, break things they weren’t supposed to handle, shy away from Grandma’s hugs. These are the children whose parents yell at them and smack them in the supermarket, neglect them, demean them, complain about them and warp. Here’s the voice of one of them:
I’ve got my eye on wedding bands / so Dad can marry Mom / or at least not take another date / to Mom’s third junior prom.
But bad children are also those bad in the bone, harboring little hatreds and destructive impulses, only a step or two removed from Lord of the Flies, ready to grow up into monsters like their parents. Here’s one of them, in “Our Neighbor’s Little Yappy Dog”:
But in the end we all agree / my plan will leave it deader. / I want to feed it—tail-first, slowly / into the chipper-shredder.
I think these verses may not be to everyone’s taste; I’ve been discouraged from reading them aloud at home. They are at once so clear-sighted about how horrible childhood — and children — can be, and yet, undeniably, terribly, funny.
They might move you to recall the work of another poet,
Philip Larkin, who wrote: Man hands on misery to man. / It deepens like a coastal shelf. / Get out as early as you can, / And don’t have any kids yourself.”