The question of why I write can’t be
separated from why I write in Chicago, because both writing and living in
Chicago require a level of uncomfortableness not easy to justify. In fact, I
think most writers, if asked, would tell you that they wish they’d been gifted
with a different talent. Even in the best of times and the best of careers,
writing is unstable and often, very often, does not provide financial
stability, especially if you’re living in a city like New York, Los Angeles, or
yes, for all its vaunted inexpensiveness, Chicago.
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Living in New York or Los Angeles isn’t
hard to justify, however. I’ve lived in New York, and I can say that while I
was always anxious about money and potential financial catastrophe, the reasons
for living in New York were obvious and the benefits were natural, almost
ridiculously so, for a writer. They included easy contacts, intellectual
stimulation, an almost over-availability of material. And while I haven’t lived
in L.A., I imagine that the situation is similar there for anyone in the
so-called creative industry. Not only is it the only place to make a certain
kind of film, screenplay or TV show, but the weather is good, it’s almost
always sunny, and the ocean is at your doorstep. None of these things can be
said about Chicago. Terrible weather, a lake that freezes over in winter, and a
creative world that’s marginal to the rest of the city are among the negative
things about the writing life here.
It’s hard to build momentum in your
career when writers are scattered, literally, all over Chicagoland, from
lakefront to west and south sides, to the suburbs. In Brooklyn everyone is a
writer, in Chicago you can go for days without talking to someone who has recently
read a book. And this isn’t to say they haven’t done other things -- watched a
movie or play or good television, tried a new martini, ice skated, sent out a
well meaning petition to friends. They simply haven’t read a novel, or
newspaper, or magazine. Some very smart people I know haven’t done this for a
very, very long time. This lack of intellectual stimulation drains me at times,
makes an impact that isn’t positive, since I’m not lucky enough to be part of
the academic world. The sense I have that thinking about things thoroughly,
criticizing things, isn’t done, can take away some of the writing impetus for
me. Writers are difficult people in one respect -- they don’t take the status
quo for granted, they don’t accept it outright. They can’t. It would be
impossible to write if you simply gave the world back to the world without a
filter, your filter, that isn’t cranky, really, but analytical. And this
analytical side is not something that Chicago is known for.
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In New York City, analysis is a plus,
you’re almost defenseless without it. In Chicago, analysis is considered a sort
of contrarian, almost anti-social occupation. People don’t love spending hours
arguing over politics and trashing our version of democracy here. They love
being together in a more congenial, cooperative way. So. As a writer here and a
naturally analytical person, I’ve always felt on the outskirts, uncomfortable
with showing my whole self. In order to fit in outside of the writing
community, I consciously tamp down a part of who I am. It isn’t always pleasant
to do that, which again brings me to the question, why then do I live and write
here?
Theoretically, I could live and write
anywhere in the country. And yet... I
can’t come up with a good reason for not moving to New York, or Boston, or
Portland or Seattle, except that, simply, Chicago is a good city to be in
because it keeps you honest. You can’t develop an overly big ego here, one that
would get in the way of your creative process. Chicago has given the world
great writers and literature, which the Literary Hall of Fame does a beautiful
job in highlighting. But for all that this city has given, it will always be
known for its sports teams and Lake Michigan and its skyscrapers, its
restaurants. The arts, including literature, come decidedly second. And yet.
Perhaps it’s just this quality that makes writing in Chicago the worthwhile
challenge that it is.
Not being understood, not being in any
way lauded or even paid attention to, not being considered more interesting
than anyone else simply because I’m a writer, keeps me conscientious. The way that Chicago reins in
the worst sort of ego driven work makes living here worth it to me, since it
always drives me back to writing for the sake of writing.
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Natalia Nebel is a co-director, along with Alexandra Sheckler and Christine Sneed, of the literary reading series Sunday Salon Chicago. In addition, she reads short story submissions for Drunken Boat, and serves on the ShawChicago Theater Company board of directors. An author and a translator of Italian language into English, her short stories, book reviews and translations have been published in a variety of journals, inclucing Triquarterly, Fifth Wednesday Journal,Chicago Quarterly Review and Free Verse.
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