Other painters who see his work don’t feel that way. They realize something exquisite is present. They realize that there is more sensitivity than anyone might know what to do with. The painters talk with him, but however invigorating the talk is, it remains talk. The essential thing is to figure out how to be modern in ways that are convincing and individual and profound. The painters and he don’t say that exactly, but they feel it and they know it is in part silly. No one anymore could be Michelangelo. There is no pedestal of spirit to stand on. At best they can be grandly assertive in the way Picasso is grandly assertive. That is not all Picasso is, but that is part of it—the willingness to engage everything through the medium of painting. When they see his Guernica they weep inside. The power and the broken glory of it are irrefutable. That is what they tell one another art should be—irrefutable. Yet the world they live in practices its refutations daily. All he has to do is open the window of his studio and listen to the automobile horns. He doesn’t despise the horns, but their tidings are empty ones.
He whistles while he works. He is full of good cheer despite what the paintings look like. He is like a harlequin, always wearing two or more colors. His inner weather is the mist and cold that come off the North Sea. His inner weather is joy in the physical facts of existence. He would not change anything and has, accordingly, little interest in the leftism of his friends. Progress seems foolish to him. The issue is to appreciate what has happened already and what is here now. Looking ahead is a bromide, what the purposeful will tells the anarchic soul. His whistling is habit, but it is feeling too. He likes Stravinsky and jazz and folk tunes. He owns an impressive record player good for the parties he and his wife give occasionally. Everyone dances at these parties. Full of fun, he dances too.
It is not just painting he faces. It is the task of the painting, how it seeks to maintain its history, how it must be fresh yet not at all, as they say in America, born yesterday. History’s shadow is a welcome one to him, though that makes him, to use the strange word of Americans, un-American. As an immigrant he is nervous about that. Other artists make pronouncements, but he is inclined to speak in riddles, axioms, and parables. Part of that is uncertainty; part of that is humility; part of that is covert ambition, and part of that is how he sees the world. Each day he is busy with his brushes defining the indefinable. No wonder he paints over endlessly, changes what is before him endlessly, and then discards most of what he creates. He wants the painting to come alive and be still at the same time. He wants to make his own miracles. Is that too much to ask?
He sits in restaurants and eats good meals and indifferent ones. He goes to cafeterias late at night and over a cup of strong coffee talks more. Sometimes he goes into a bar where other painters go and has a drink or two. People brag, people gossip, people complain. What he prefers above all is to walk the narrow downtown streets alone. If someone he knows recognizes him, they exchange greetings, but he doesn’t linger to talk. He is possessed by a quiet torment. It can’t be any other way. He is the one who fell out of the cradle long ago. There is no crawling back in, no telling himself that he is someone else. He is doomed to return to the painting at hand.
He loathes his own melodrama. Walking the streets in the quiet, after midnight hours, he whistles in the dark.
He succeeds. Like a slot machine, the three matching images come up at the same time: critical acclaim, museums and patrons who want to buy his paintings, and the work itself. He becomes someone whose name is known to people who are strangers to him. He has worked hard all his life to hold on to himself. At times this has made him seem selfish and cold. Now he has lost his hold. Strangers come up to him and start talking. Women lie down for him. Acquaintances act as though they are ancient friends. Friends look warily at him. He has been identified, yet the whole gist of his painting is not to be identified with any one particular, to keep moving, searching, pursuing and resisting identity. Identity means that you are more was than is. To combat that, you must prove yourself continually. It is wearying. You are supposed to be perpetually excited about who you are. But you aren’t that person.
That person is someone like the artist he calls Andy Asshole. Andy is unexcited about himself, which translates into ironic excitement, the excitement of anti-excitement. Andy adores identity. Andy’s work mocks any notions of inwardness. Everyone is a product. Externals are externals. There is nothing below or beneath or within. By accepting and glorifying the beast of commerce, Andy has tamed it. He has given the world a canny, heaping portion of nothingness. The efforts of a painter trying to get some strokes and forms to come to magical life might as well be going on millennia ago. The modernist Willem de Kooning might as well be a cave painter.
One thing replaces another in America, even if the thing is a person.
He drinks for days on end. He wanders the streets of lower Manhattan and hangs out with derelicts. He looks like a derelict himself. He starts fights. He collapses on sidewalks. He knows he is playing out a grisly notion of the romantic artist. He knows the truth of his squalor, however, in ways few people know. How could they? They believe that achievements make a person secure and important. They don’t understand that there are no achievements. There is only the restlessness of the work, of trying to get the impossible right. They aren’t haunted. The purpose of the country he has made his homeland is to allow people to live lives that are not haunted. The oblivion of alcohol recommends itself all the more.
What saves him is the sea. It is, after all, the same vast sea that took him to America, the sea that awed, frightened, and consoled him. Now he can gaze at it to his heart’s content. It wants nothing from him. The consolations of nature are part of what lie at the center of painting—the dynamic between resisting and accepting those consolations. Painting is so human, so fraught with indecision, so laden with time. The sea offers its eternal terms. The sea teaches humility. If he must be someone who answers to recognition, he must be able to bow his head before all that dwarfs recognition.
He bicycles. He goes for walks. He makes paintings. He has rid himself of the excitement machine. If people want to see him as serene or wise or masterful, that is their business. He would like to say that he likes the world less, but he is an honest man who would never say that. He still feels a definite enchantment in the morning’s light, in the colors on his palette and outside his window. He still feels the power in moving his brush. He still marvels at his hands and the tactile wonder of paint. There did not have to be paint, he likes to say to his assistants. Considering that he is a famous person, he seems to those assistants almost childlike.
“He’s the painter,” he overhears someone say one day in the local post office.
“Imagine that,” another person says.
Contributors’ Notes
TIMOTHY AUBRY is an English professor at Baruch College, CUNY. He is the author of Reading as Therapy: What Contemporary Fiction Does for Middle-Class Americans (2011). His essays have appeared in n+1, the Point, Paper Monument, and the Millions.
WENDY BRENNER is the author of two short story collections, Phone Calls from the Dead and Large Animals in Everyday Life, which won the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction. She is currently completing a book of essays, Misfits. Her work has appeared in Travel + Leisure, Allure, Seventeen, Mississippi Review, New England Review, and Ploughshares, among other magazines, and has been anthologized in Best American Magazine Writing and New Stories from the South. She is the recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship and is a contributing editor for Oxford American. She teaches creative writing in the MFA program at University of North Carolina Wilmington.
JOHN H. CULVER continues to ride a three-legged horse while moving from academic to creative nonfiction and fiction writing. He taught political science at Missouri State University, Fort Lewis College, and then for twenty-eight years at Cal Poly, in San Luis Obispo, California. His publications include four coauthored texts on California politics, American politics, and state
judicial politics along with many chapters and articles in scholarly books and journals. After California voters elected Arnold Schwarzenegger as governor in 2002, Culver retired to Durango, Colorado, on the assumption that the state would be better off without one of them. He enjoys outdoor pursuits and spending time doing volunteer work in activities that have a progressive focus. He subscribes to the philosophy that life as a retiree is positive if you don’t take everything seriously, can get up after a fall without help, read, and keep trying to figure out what it all means.
KRISTIN DOMBEK is a writer living in Brooklyn. Her essays can be found in n+1, The Paris Review, and Painted Bride Quarterly. The recipient of a 2013 Rona Jaffe Foundation Writer’s Award, she writes an advice column called “The Help Desk” for the n+1 website, and her book on narcissism is forthcoming. She is at work on a book inspired by her essay “How to Quit.”
DAVE EGGERS is the author of seven books, most recently A Hologram for the King. He is the founder and editor of McSweeney’s, an independent publisher based in San Francisco, and cofounder of 826 Valencia, a nonprofit writing and tutoring center for youth.
EMILY FOX GORDON is the author of two memoirs, Mockingbird Years: A Life In and Out of Therapy and Are You Happy? A Childhood Remembered. She has also published a novel, It Will Come to Me, and, most recently, a collection of personal essays, Book of Days. She is the recipient of two Pushcart Prizes and is a 2014–2015 Guggenheim Fellow.
MARY GORDON’S works of fiction and nonfiction include Final Payments, The Shadow Man, The Other Side, The Company of Women, Pearl, Seeing Through Places, Circling My Mother, Reading Jesus, The Stories of Mary Gordon, and The Love of My Youth. She is McIntosh Professor of English at Barnard College.
VIVIAN GORNICK’S most recent books are a biography of Emma Goldman and a collection of essays, The Men in My Life. Her newest memoir, The Odd Woman and the City, will be published next spring.
LAWRENCE JACKSON has published essays and criticism in n+1, the Washington Post, the Los Angeles Review of Books, Baltimore Magazine, New England Quarterly, Baltimore Sunpapers, Antioch Review, and Harper’s Magazine. He has written biographies of Chester Himes and Ralph Ellison and an award-winning history of black postwar writers, The Indignant Generation. He teaches in the African American studies and English departments at Emory University.
LESLIE JAMISON is the author of the novel The Gin Closet, a finalist for the Los Angeles Times First Fiction Award, and an essay collection, The Empathy Exams. Her work has appeared in Harper’s Magazine, Oxford American, A Public Space, Virginia Quarterly Review, the Believer, and the New York Times, where she is a regular columnist for the Sunday Book Review.
ARIEL LEVY is a staff writer at The New Yorker. She is writing a book based on the essay “Thanksgiving in Mongolia,” which won a National Magazine Award. Prior to joining The New Yorker she was a contributing editor at New York magazine for twelve years.
YIYUN LI grew up in China and came to the United States in 1996. Her debut collection, A Thousand Years of Good Prayers, won the PEN/Hemingway Award, the Guardian First Book Award, and the Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award. Her novel The Vagrants was shortlisted for the Dublin IMPAC Award. Her second collection, Gold Boy, Emerald Girl, was shortlisted for the Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award and was a Story Prize finalist. Kinder Than Solitude, her latest novel, was published to critical acclaim. Her books have been translated into more than twenty languages. Yiyun Li has received numerous other awards, including the Whiting Award, a Lannan Foundation residency fellowship, a 2010 MacArthur Foundation fellowship, and the 2014 Benjamin H. Danks Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. She was selected by Granta as one of the twenty-one best American novelists under thirty-five and was named by The New Yorker as one of the top twenty writers under forty.
BARRY LOPEZ, an essayist and short story writer, is the author of fourteen books of fiction and nonfiction. He is the recipient of numerous literary and cultural honors and awards, including the National Book Award for Arctic Dreams.
CHRIS OFFUTT grew up in Haldeman, Kentucky, a former mining town of two hundred people in the Daniel Boone National Forest. He is the author of two books of nonfiction, The Same River Twice and No Heroes; two collections of short stories, Kentucky Straight and Out of the Woods; and one novel, The Good Brother. Offutt has published more than seventy stories and essays, including appearances in the New York Times, Esquire, GQ, and Playboy and on National Public Radio. He has received awards from the Guggenheim Foundation, the Whiting Foundation, the Lannan Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Granta included him in their list of the top twenty young American writers. He wrote screenplays for HBO’s True Blood and Treme and Showtime’s Weeds and TV pilots for Fox, Lionsgate, and CBS. His TV work was nominated for an Emmy. He lives in rural Lafayette County and is a professor of English at the University of Mississippi.
ZADIE SMITH is the author of four novels: White Teeth (2000), The Autograph Man (2002), On Beauty (2005), which won the Orange Prize for Fiction, and NW (2012). She is also the author of Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays (2009) and the editor of a story collection, The Book of Other People (2007). She has taught creative writing at New York University since 2010.
ELIZABETH TALLENT’S stories have appeared in The Pushcart Prize: Best of the Small Presses, The Best American Short Stories, and The PEN/O. Henry Prize Stories. Her novel Museum Pieces and her collections In Constant Flight, Time with Children, and Honey will be reissued as e-books this year. She teaches in Stanford University’s creative writing program.
WELLS TOWER is a correspondent for GQ magazine and the author of Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned, a collection of short fiction. He lives, on average, in North Carolina.
JERALD WALKER is the author of Street Shadows: A Memoir of Race, Rebellion, and Redemption, recipient of the PEN New England/L. L. Winship Award for Nonfiction. His essays have appeared in numerous periodicals and anthologies, including three previous times in this series, and his memoir about growing up in a doomsday cult will be published in 2015. Walker is an associate professor of creative writing at Emerson College.
PAUL WEST is the author of fifty books, including My Father’s War: A Memoir, the novels The Tent of Orange Mist and The Immensity of the Here and Now, and a collection of poems, Tea with Osiris. Among other awards, he has been honored by the French government with a Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters.
JAMES WOOD is a staff writer at The New Yorker and professor of the practice of literary criticism at Harvard University. He has written three books of essays, The Broken Estate, The Irresponsible Self, and The Fun Stuff; a critical study, How Fiction Works; and a novel, The Book Against God.
BARON WORMSER is the author or coauthor of thirteen full-length books and a poetry chapbook. He has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, Bread Loaf, and the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation. From 2000 to 2006 he served as poet laureate of the state of Maine. He teaches in the Fairfield University MFA program and is director of educational outreach for the Frost Place in Franconia, New Hampshire.
Notable Essays of 2013
SELECTED BY ROBERT ATWAN
RAYMOND ABBOTT
A Warm Spring Rain, Open 24 Hours.
SUE ALLISON
Additional Tenses You Should Know, Apt, no. 3.
MARY MARGARET ALVARADO
Dear Joshua, Wag’s Revue, Fall.
AARON APPS
Barbecue Catharsis, Carolina Quarterly, Fall.
CHRIS ARTHUR
How’s the Enemy? Literary Review, vol. 56, no. 1.
RILLA ASKEW
Rhumba, Tin House, Fall (no. 57).
LINDA ATWELL
Three Seconds, Perceptions: A Magazine of the Arts, May.
KAREN BABINE
An Island Triptych, New Hibernia Review, Spring.
NICHOLSON BAKER
Wrong Answ
er, Harper’s Magazine, September.
POE BALLANTINE
The Tyranny of Paradise, The Sun, June.
LINDA BAMBER
The Miracle of My Freedom, Kenyon Review, Spring.
JUDITH BARRINGTON
An Aristocratic Murder, 1966: A Journal of Creative Nonfiction, vol. 1, no. 1.
TIM BASCOM
Picturing the Personal Essay: A Visual Guide, Creative Nonfiction, no. 49.
EMILY BASS
Zulu Love Story, Slice, no. 12.
RICK BASS
The Thinness of the Soil, Ecotone, Spring.
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