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Kim Chinquee on her new flash fiction collection SNOWDOG

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To read Kim Chinquee’s work is to be startled, touched and affected. She is an American master of this flash form. As she works in small tight spaces; she packs in a world of family, friends, and guys, food, sex, weather, and always the sure and abiding love of dogs. And she’s funny, spit-take funny.

— Pia Ehrhardt, author of Famous Feathers and Now We Are Sixty

Kim Chinquee is the author of the collections OH BABY, PRETTY, PISTOL, VEER, SHOT GIRLS, WETSUIT, SNOWDOG, and also the forthcoming novel-in-flashes, BATTLE DRESS. Her fiction, nonfiction and poetry have appeared in hundreds of journals and anthologies including NOON, THE NATION, CONJUNCTIONS, PLOUGHSHARES, STORYQUARTERLY, THE INDIANA REVIEW, DENVER QUARTERLY, MISSISSIPPI REVIEW, HUFFINGTON POST, THE PUSHCART PRIZE ANTHOLOGIES, and others. She is senior editor of NEW WORLD WRITING, and she serves as the Association of Writers and Writing Programs Northeast Regional Chair. Her webpage is www.kimchinquee.com

I interview her here about her latest collection SNOWDOG.

Avital Gad-Cykman’s review of your flash fiction collection Snowdog in the Lit Pub mentions your pieces’ insightful last lines. Do you put special effort into last lines? How do you decide how or where to end your sentences?

Thank you, first of all, Cristina, for reading SNOWDOG and for the interview. And for these great questions!

As I’m writing a piece of flash fiction, sometimes I surprise myself and when I come to the end of a piece, a gut feeling tells me to end. And at times, I’ve already envisioned a whole story in my head before sitting down to write. Though sometimes I’m just working through a series of prompt words just to connect the dots, so to speak. The endings are always surprises to me. And sometimes on revision, I’ll cut off my original endings. Because they seem to weigh down the stories. There’s something refreshing in having a crisp ending. An ending that speaks to the piece as a whole.

You write a lot about dogs in Snowdog, along with human relationships. What do you think companion animals add to our lives, and why did you choose flash fiction as a way to express that?

When compiling the collection, I hadn’t had a title yet, but realized there were a lot of dogs in the stories. Then I went into my inventory and added more of my stories that included dogs. Then with some of the stories in the collection that didn’t have dogs, I added one or two. There’s also a lot of snow in the stories, so that’s what made me stick to SNOWDOG. Joan Wilking, my cover designer, had also sent me a lot of cover images, and I was most drawn to the image of the dog, and that made me commit to the title, the cover, so most of the guts of the book came from a sort of molding.

Nancy Stohlman mentions the brevity of your pieces in her review of your work. What draws you to writing brief pieces, and how do you, or any writer, figure out what’s most important to convey?

I think I’m just drawn to the form. I tend to look at life that way, I suppose. In snapshots. It’s a challenge for me to write longer work, though I have. I love embracing the nuances of life and capturing them in writing: the way a yellow sunset looks on a new bed of snow, the high I get on a bike ride with a friend when riding on the railroad tracks in the industrial part of the city. Ice skating with my son on his first time visiting me after being away in college. Capturing the sensory details. Those are the things that make stories to me. They collectively form the plots of my life, and I enjoy the freedom in fictionalizing them, and changing the parts of them into an art form. I told a friend of mine recently that it’s like a snapshot, a Polaroid, and each collection is like a collage of them, and it’s up to the reader to determine his/her own way of interpreting.

What’s your process in writing flash fiction? Do you write a longer piece first and then cut it down?

I provide five daily prompt words for my writing group Hot Pants, which I have been hosting since 2002. I also provide a first sentence. Usually the prompt words come from something I may have seen or experienced throughout the day, or sometimes they’re just random. And I like to vary up the prompt words: based on sounds, images, sensory details. Or what’s happening in the world and maybe in my life. For example: here are my prompts for today: zoom, hunker, brew, bumble, mumuration. First sentence: Stand fast.

It’s so nice when the energy gets going in the room, and other group members post and we respond to each other’s work. And to see what others do with the prompt words. It’s such a gift! We have grown together over the years and have a great group — we’ve become kind of a team. It’s just great energy, and the online format allows us to include members from all over the world.

Also, if something starts to become longer, it’s more like a series in flashes. I have a book coming out later this year, a novel-in-flashes called BATTLE DRESS, out with WIDOW + ORPHAN HOUSE (https://widowandorphanhouse.com) and this was a book I wrote back in 2010. I’ve been working on a book this year that’s of a similar vein, a novel in flashes, and it’s at about 100,000 words now. And it was all compiled in my Hot Pants room.

How did flash fiction become a separate genre? Do you think the genre was influenced by the aesthetics of social media? (Just as a FYI a good friend of mine won an award for Twitter short stories).

I think flash fiction has always been around. I talk a lot about this in an article I wrote for the ROSE METAL PRESS FIELD GUIDE TO WRITING FLASH FICTION. https://rosemetalpress.com/books/the-rose-metal-press-field-guide-to-writing-flash-fiction/

I certainly think it’s gained in popularity. Maybe because of the popularity of our times, of the internet, of our attention to our screens. It’s much more conducive to read a flash fiction, imo, on a computer than it is to read a novel, but I’m still more keen to reading flash fiction (and/or any other genre) in the book form. Part of the reading experience to me is holding the book in my hands. But flash fiction is definitely more accessible. Mostly, for me, if I like a sample I read online, I’m more inclined to buy the book or journal if I can hold it in my hands and savor it and have the experience of penciling in notes. And put on my bookshelf and revisit, and when I do, I can revisit those notes and recall the physical experience of that: often times it brings back the sensory details of reading a particular phrase or word or moment, and where I was during that time of my life. I don’t quite get that when I read stories online. But it provides an important avenue. A different animal, I guess.

Kim Chinquee’s SNOWDOG is available here for order.



Review of SNOWDOG in THE LITERARY REVIEW

https://www.theliteraryreview.org/book-review/review-of-snowdog-by-kim-chinquee/

“Raven with huge paws and a brown snout. Boots with an active tongue and a fluffy tail. Bird the husky mix who “sings.” Spiff. Doodle. Elle. These are but a few of the delightful dog characters running throughout Kim Chinquee’s Snowdog, a collection of flash fiction divided into three parts. In the first section, the speaker is the persona of the writer and uses her real name. For the last two sections, the speaker takes on different characters and points of view. These flash explorations into the daily human moments, with and about dogs, reveal more than one might initially expect.

Like the individual pieces themselves, Chinquee has a distinctive style: short yet punchy prose. Chinquee is not afraid of simplicity, of sentences like: “Elle met Jim in high school. They were sweethearts.” Or, “She cuts potatoes the way he likes. I like her.” Though the sentences are stripped of flare, the images are sharp and often poignant in their directness. A few examples:

Be your best self, says my dad to me in a dream. In real life, he doesn’t say this. He says things like, I’m sorry I was such a bad dad. Please don’t tell anyone about me.

A story called “Airfare,” which shows the speaker returning to New York to escape an unspecified suffocation she feels around her boyfriend, complicates the speaker’s sense of independence. Once she goes “home” to New York, she notices all the “stuff” in her apartment, that “the bleach smell lingers,” suggesting a sterility in contrast to the boyfriend’s affections.

Another piece, “Rescue,” renders a moment of the speaker driving to take care of her dog’s dead body. The gutting scene flashes back to the night before when the speaker told the Chihuahua to “Get out” of the bed, “like her father used to.” The piece ends with the narrator pulling over to hold the dog. Though the dog was “a rescue,” the punchy prose and narration demonstrate that the speaker herself was also a kind of rescue.

Each piece in the collection seems to contain a pivotal sentence, a stitch that tethers the scene to a subtle yet deeper significance. Individually, they each have their own flavor, and collectively, a mosaic of themes emerges. Some of those themes include the constant passage of time (played with as a subject but also formally on the page by reordering chronology), and the idea of seasons of change and cycles. As the collection works into the third section, themes of missing, loss, resilience, and sacrifice emerge, as the narrator shows us earlier life losses, such as a father’s psychiatric break. Whenever the images of snowstorms return, they seem to gesture toward resilience and enduring. The speaker says, “I moved here with my boyfriend and our dogs in the middle of a snowstorm.” This is contrasted with a hot pool scene, the speaker imbued with a sense of distance from the characters around her. However, we also know that the speaker chooses this life. “I move a lot. I know what I want,” she later says.

One of the most powerful themes in the collection is nurturing, gently suggested through the use of juxtaposition between the speaker’s experience with motherhood and the way she cares for her dogs. My favorite piece, “Walking the Dog,” flashes back and forth between a dog and the narrator’s grown son who has joined the military, collapsing time to create a crescendo of emotional intensity. “Last night he was a baby. In my arms, in a boat. I felt the water, but thought he was above it. I pulled him up, finally. I had to breathe back into him.” Shortly after, we learn the son “killed people, but said it was for the good of the nation.” The piece ends with the speaker chasing after her dog. “My dog swam, and I swam to get him. He turned into a baby. He was mine, though it took me too long to know that.”

One of the delights of Snowdog is how Chinquee blurs the line between human and animal. In a few instances, dogs and humans share the same names. In other moments, humans are rendered through language we typically associate with dogs. The speaker yowls. She barks. She takes her boyfriend on a walk without making clear who or what she is walking: “Do you hear the rain? I say when walking him at midnight…Twist your tongue, I say. We kiss. He tastes like cherries and rum.” In another scene, with all four dogs in the bed, the speaker seems to lean into her animal affection, cuddling up to her boyfriend to “nuzzle.” This physical, instinctual intimacy that aligns humans and dogs recurs throughout the collection. “I Start to Unleash” is about returning home from walking the dogs, yes, but also the narrator’s own unleashing of her anger. In the closing piece, “How Dogs Experience the World,” the speaker, like a dog, remembers her childhood through a long series of evocative smells.

However, this idea of human and dog similarities is complicated by the use of humor in moments where Chinquee nods to the differences between humans and their pets. Once, she tells her new puppy to “stop acting so dog-like.” In another piece, the speaker and her boyfriend debate puppy names and appropriate food to feed the dog while the black cocker rips apart a stuffed penguin — the puppy is indifferent to these human anxieties.

Fans of short prose and dog enthusiasts alike will enjoy this brief but poignant collection. Chinquee effectively shows us what dogs teach us about being human: the ways we instinctually love and our capacity for embodied presence and joy. She also shows us the ways humans are beautifully animal, too.”

 

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Rachel Rueckert is pursuing an MFA at Columbia University, where she also teaches Contemporary Essays. More of her work can be found at rachelrueckert.com



SNOWDOG blurb

“If the pandemic has prompted us to contemplate the thresholds between chapters of our lives, then there is no better book for the moment than Kim Chinquee’s Snowdog. The evocative vignettes of this flash fiction collection—delightfully spare in their prose, yet generous in renderings of characters and places and the frictions between them—allow us to drift away from our ordinary, into moments of intense connection. This is a book for readers with dogs in their lives, and for those without, a companion at a moment when we all need a new way to stay warm.”


—Mary Biddinger, author of Partial Genius

“A Glinting Sliver That Can Cut Flesh”: A Collaborative Interview with Peter Ramos & Kim Chinquee

January 15, 2021 is the official launch date of my book SNOWDOG and my great colleague and friend Peter Ramos 's poetry collection LORD BALTIMORE. Both by Ravenna Press.

Thanks to the editors of Heavy Feather Review for publishing this collaborative interview about our writing and our books.

https://heavyfeatherreview.org/2021/01/15/ravenna/?fbclid=IwAR1WdYsP4cZg7pxYBG5ZyppOpCZaxdeRPFtEC0CVzM8PmpAQr4GGKPVk_rw

Kim Chinquee’s SNOWDOG and Peter Ramos’s Lord Baltimore are both due out on January 15, 2021, with Ravenna Press. Chinquee and Ramos are English Department colleagues at SUNY-Buffalo State. 

Chinquee is the author of seven collections, most recently SNOWDOG, due out in January 2021 with Ravenna Press. She is the recipient of two Pushcart Prizes and has published in several journals and anthologies including NOONDenver QuarterlyFictionStoryStoryQuarterlyNew Micro: Exceptionally Short FictionBuffalo NoirConjunctionsThe Best Small Fiction 2019 and others. She is Senior Editor for New World Writing, and Associate Professor of English at SUNY-Buffalo State.

Ramos’s poems have appeared in New World WritingColorado ReviewPuerto del SolPainted Bride QuarterlyVerseIndiana ReviewMississippi Review OnlineelimaeMandorla and other journals. Nominated several times for a PushcartPrize, Peter is the author of one book of poetry, Please Do Not Feed the Ghost (BlazeVOX Books, 2008) and three shorter collections. Lord Baltimore, his forthcoming book of poetry, will be available in January 2021 on Ravenna Press. As Associate Professor of English at Buffalo State College, Peter teaches courses in nineteenth- and twentieth-century American literature

 

 

 

Peter Ramos: It’s an honor and a privilege to interview you, Kim. We’re colleagues, friends and now fellow writers on the same press. I’m indebted to you for your help and support, and, as I’ve said before, I’ve long admired your writing. Your work manages to capture stunning details that compel an entire narrative with language honed and scintillating as diamonds. Even the titles of many of your books capture these qualities I find most transfixing in your fiction: PrettyPistolShot GirlsWetsuit; it’s your special gift of welding together the fragile and the fearless, the sleek and the elegant, the often-but not always-feminine and ultimately dangerous, a glinting sliver that can cut flesh.

With your latest forthcoming collection of flash fiction, SNOWDOG, you bring the animal in your title into almost every one of your pieces. There is also in the collection a speaker who has her own dogs and who is in a relationship with someone who also owns dogs. I’m interested in how you view the dogs and their relationship to their owners in these fictions—I mean beyond the fact that speaker and boyfriend live together with them. I kept feeling like there was another kind of metaphor or relationship between the dogs, how they cuddle with the couple, how they get along with each other (and at times fight) and this couple who live together. I’m intrigued by the dogs as a kind of vehicle beyond the also interesting fact that they are a part of the couple’s daily life. In Part III there’s a flash piece called “Luck” in which the speaker’s dog is choking and dying and the speaker cannot help the poor creature. It’s devastating. Again, I’m interested in the way you bring in these loving animals as a way of shining a different light on the speaker, alone or with her boyfriend. And of course, as you know, I own a dog whom I love so much.

Kim Chinquee: Peter! First of all, can I say what an honor it is to have this conversation with you? You’ve been one of my best advocates and colleagues, and friends. And as you know, I’ve been a long-time admirer of your work. And an advocate, so it only makes sense for us to be brothers and sisters of the same press who believes in our work. (And is bringing our books out into the world on the same day!) Thanks for doing this interview with me, for the generous words and great questions! Before answering your questions, I’d first like to acknowledge what I admire in your work, most notably Lord Baltimore. You have such a gift for capturing images and the nuances of memories and life.

As far as dogs, when compiling the collection, I hadn’t had a title yet, and in compiling them, I realized there were a lot of dogs in the pieces. And a lot of snow. I played around with title ideas, and SNOWDOG seemed to fit best. And then I looked in my inventory and added more of my stories that include dogs. And the pieces that didn’t include dogs, I inserted one somewhere in the story so it would fit somehow in the overall collection. And then I liked the stories even better with the added dogs in them! I also have two dogs, as you know, and used to live with a partner, who also has two dogs. That’s a lot of dogs, and they just become a part of my life and wind up in my stories. And now that I live alone again, (at least human-alone), my dogs have been such great company during this pandemic.

PR: I’ve always loved the way your flash pieces seem to take me on an unpredictable journey, the final destination of which is almost always a surprise. When you write these pieces, do you know where you’re going at first, the way they will ultimately end? Often I can’t really rationally understand why the pieces end where they end, and yet, this unpredictability makes the endings all the more thrilling or powerful or sad or haunting. I have a feeling you’re drawn to phrases, strange words and images more than “plot.” Is that accurate? I guess what I’m asking is, how and when do you know that you’ve arrived at the end of the piece while you’re writing, revising, and editing it?

KC: Thank you. And you got it! I have no idea where they’re going as I write them. I use daily prompt words that I post for my online writing group Hot Pants that’s been going strong since 2002. Often I’ll take an odd word that strikes me during the day and take a mental note of it and use that for my set of words. Or sometimes it’s just a random word that has a sound and/or texture and/or ring to it that seems to juxtapose the other prompt words. (I post five.) And then I’ll offer up a first sentence, which sometimes becomes the title. Or embedded somewhere in the story. And as I write, I put the prompt words together in a piece, kind of like connect-the-dots with stuff in-between. So, yeah, I’m really drawn to strange oddities and like to look at the situations in my pieces from a unique angle. I tell my students a lot that we’re writing even when we’re not physically writing—it’s helpful to look at the world with the eyes of a writer: a participant and keen observer.

PR: I’m more and more impressed with the meter and prosody of your flash fictions. I kept hearing anapestic meter or even occasional iambic meter in SNOWDOG. Here are two lines from “Dogfight”: “My boyfriend sells cars and he got me a deal” and “One of the stools from the bar has fallen, tipped.” When you write, edit, revise your flash pieces, do you hear a meter that you want to maintain? I don’t think your use of meter falls into predictable patterns; you can and do vary the rhythm of the sentences often and this adds a musical variety to the texture of the prose, but do you ever hear and enjoy when your lines occasionally fall into a recognizable meter?

KC: I grew up in a musical household. I played piano for many years, and growing up in a Lutheran school and my parents were regular church-goers. There was a lot of Bach—in hymns, and naturally I think that became a part of me. My mom loves to sing and was in Sweet Adelines, and was also a piano player. Along with my sister. I also sang in choir in high school. And was in a production of The Sound of Music as a kid. Sometimes as I’m typing on my keyboard, I feel like I’m singing, or playing the piano, as if the music is coming out in words. Or at least, that’s my hope. I love the sound and sensation of my fingers on the computer keyboard too, like the sensation of my fingers on the piano. Notes. And revising to me is like practicing the piano. Fine tuning. I love that parallel.

And there’s such a musicality about your work. I know you’re a drummer and a great musician! I’ve seen you read your poetry and have also seen you perform live in a band before audiences. How does reading your poetry factor into your role as a talented performing musician? How does music factor into your poetry? Does your mind revert to music as you write? And does your writing play into the stories as you perform on stage? Or at home? How do you perceive/compare your audience when you perform on stage with the audience on the page when you’re writing?

PR: Thank you for the kind words, my friend. And thank you for these thought-provoking questions.

I am a musician and so rhythm has long been something I’m drawn to. I think some of my best lines of poetry came to me when I wasn’t writing. I could hear the rhythm or meter in my head or as I said the lines aloud. I do write and keep journals in which I record the seeds of my poems. And I write and revise with pen and paper before I type them and print them. I revise after that point as well. But I like to hear the meter or rhythm of the poem, at every stage of the creation, revision, editing process. In some ways, I think rhythm in poetry matters as much as or even more than the words, themselves.

In Lord Baltimore, there are five poems whose titles come from pop or rock song titles. In these particular poems, I try to connect the poems to the titles in unexpected ways. I grew up listening to and loving these genres, and my early life and adolescence was filled with music. My parents listened to French popular music—Jacques Brel, Charles Aznavour and Edith Piaf—but the closest they got to rock music was Neil Diamond, which was all fine, but at an early age, seven or eight, my brother and I wanted to listen to newer popular music. Our baby-sitters would bring rock and roll records over—Kiss, Led Zeppelin, Alice Cooper—and that music really affected us. As did the actual records, the way they felt and looked, the cover art, the liner notes, etc. I got my first drum set, a toy drum set from Kids”R”Us, when I was eight years old. I could go on and on, but yes, music has long been a part of my life.

I’m not sure if I’m conscious of my writing when I’m playing the drums. I tell my students that the following moments were equally terrifying to me: the first time I played drums in front of an audience (I was fourteen); the first time I read poetry in front of people (at an open mic; I was twenty-two); the first time I stood in front of a class and taught (I was twenty-two); the first time I read an academic paper in front of people (at a literature conference; I was thirty-one). But I’ve always been a ham and I love performing, so I got over the fear pretty quickly.

KC: I’ve seen you perform. And read. You definitely have a gift for performing!

And not only are you a talented poet and musician, you’re also a scholar. How does teaching literature differ and inform you as a poet and musician?

PR: I think teaching literature and writing literary criticism differ from writing poetry and playing music in a few ways. As I’ve said before in other interviews, when I teach and write literary criticism, I’m trying to make a certain kind of point or argument. But when I write poetry, I’m not trying to make a point in the same way. When I write poetry, I’m trying to invite more mystery and atmosphere or mood. So, for me, there’s something more rational in teaching and writing criticism. And when I play music, I feel like I rely on a different part of my mind, something above reason altogether. I don’t think anything moves people as much as music can. It’s closer to the spirt than anything I know. I have a few poems in this collection that allude to early to modernist American authors or their work—Emerson, Dickinson, Thomas Jefferson, Faulkner. And at one point I was cutting up some of my lecture notes (I write them on legal pads) and re-arranging the words in a kind of William Burroughs cut-up method and this became a poem in this collection.

KC: You also had a book published recently called Poetic Encounters In the Americas. How was the process of publishing and writing that different than Lord Baltimore?

PR: Oh, wow. It was a much different process. In many ways, it required more time and patience and effort. Some of those chapters began as articles of literary criticism. I began working on one of the chapters (as an article) back in 2005. It’s been a long road. And I began working on the book as a serious project nine years ago. In 2016 I had found a press to publish it, but they eventually—after months of revisions and a contract—passed on it. Then I had to find another publisher (Routledge Books), and between signing the contract with that press and the book’s publication, I spent two or three years revising the book. Finally, before Routledge would publish it, I had to track down and then pay the estates of many of the poets whose poems I quoted passages from in the book. It was a lengthy and expensive process. And it was my first book of literary criticism. I’m proud of that book. I’m also proud of Lord Baltimore, for some of the poems of which you offered helpful suggestions (thank you). But it will be my fifth collection of poetry, and so I feel like I knew the ropes better for that. For books of poetry, I usually just collect poems that have been published since my last collection of poetry. In the case of Lord Baltimore, I already had a shorter collection of poetry called Television Snow (Back Pages Books 2014) that I could use for this full-length collection. Back Pages folded in 2017, so it’s great to have many of those poems come out in Lord Baltimore and on Ravenna Press, whose titles are so compelling, whose books are so handsome.

KC: How do you find a balance between academic writing and creative writing?

PR: That’s a great question. As I wrote, I’m proud of the work I did for Poetic Encounters in the Americas, but I would add that I wrote and published more articles of literary criticism before I received—and in order to get—tenure. As you know, I was hired by Buffalo State College to teach American literature, and while the department appreciated my poetry publications, I was really under to gun to publish articles of criticism. But for the last thirteen years, I’ve been lucky that my wife and children have allowed me to go to artist retreats to work on my creative and critical writing. Since 2008, I’ve been a father, and I haven’t been able to spend a lot of time writing poetry, except when I’ve gone away for two weeks or less to an artist retreat.

KC: Do you think you bring your academic writing into your poetry?

PR:  Well, besides the authors and their work and my lecture notes I mentioned, I also teach modern poetry, and I’m sure that informs and helps sustain my passion for writing poetry.

On another note, if it’s fair to assume that the speaker in your flash pieces in this new collection is always the same person, I really admire the way the speaker looks back on her life as a young mother who raised a child by herself and how meeting her now adult son affects this looking backward. Although I like that in section II, the point of view occasionally becomes third person, limited and we begin reading about Jim and Elle. Here are some lines from “Snowstorm” where this contrast (the speaker’s past and her present moment) feels so powerful: “The daughters were slim in their suits, their long hair slick, and I wondered if they realized how beautiful they were, if they thought of their lives ahead … My son was in the army. He used to grab onto my hand.” Yet the speaker rarely asserts how she feels about these issues. It’s as if the spare and elegant language does all the work. Was this something you were conscious of as you were writing SNOWDOG?

KC: Not really conscious of it, I guess. I believe that a narrator can reveal feelings to the reader by the tone and what she’s noticing and is inclined to share. I’m grateful for my mentors in graduate school and in my early writing life who taught me to cut the things that tell. I studied with a lot of the “minimalists”: Frederick Barthelme, Steve Barthelme, Mary Robison. And have been publishing in NOON under the editorship of Diane Williams for over eighteen years. They’ve taught me to cut out the stuff that weighs. And I think that also helps me to look at things that way: the things I notice are not so much feelings, but the images and other sensory details that may trigger/recall memories, and fictionalize in some way.

Likewise, I sense a lot of place, and home, and music in Lord Baltimore as I do in your previous collections. How do you think this might be different from your other books, as you’ve evolved as a writer. There are a lot of tributes to your father in this book. I’m very sorry that you lost him last year, and I know you were very close. Does this change how you feel about the book? About your writing?

PR: Thank you. I was grateful that you and others were there to console me in that period. I wrote many of the poems in Lord Baltimore before my father got sick. But he has long been a presence—as an immigrant figure, an archetype, loving but a bit absent and compellingly elusive—in many of my poems. He and I got to know each other on a more intimate and personal way when I was in my last year at college. But yes, his shadow falls on some poems in this collection, directly or indirectly. I think and hope I’ve taken more chances in this collection, that there are more happy accidents and experiments, in terms of language and form.

And of course, I grew up near and in Baltimore until I was thirty before I moved to Buffalo. I will always love and identify with that city. The title poem, which is a longer sequence poem, has to do with a speaker (not unlike myself) who is going through very difficult times in his twenties and living alone in Baltimore. And I think the distance of time and location have allowed me to look back and use my experiences from that time with more clarity and maybe compassion.

KC: I also noticed you dedicated Lord Baltimore to your children. I make a habit of dedicating my books to my son. They become our hearts, yes? Our own legacies? That’s my assumption. Eager to hear your thoughts about that.

PR: Yes! That’s well said. And to connect my answer from the previous question to this, I think that LB is also my way of letting go of the city of my birth. And having children that I’m trying to raise with my wife in Buffalo is very much a part of that. I think that’s one reason I dedicated this book to them. We’ve been making our life here. And I think it’s important also to state the obvious, that it might be unhealthy to believe that the city of one’s birth will always be some kind of safety zone of comfort and fond memories. This looking backwards can start to become a narcotic, an escape, when life is and should be in front of us. My last full-length collection of poetry is titled Please Do Not Feed the Ghost. I always thought of that title as a warning against taking nostalgia too seriously. I hope that even in the long title poem, the speaker realizes that idealism is always different than the occasionally hard cement of the present.

I really enjoyed this. Thank you for the great questions. And thank you for your candid and illuminated answers!

KC: Thank you, Peter! I so enjoyed this, too!



A Review of SNOWDOG in COMPULSIVE READER

Grateful for this generous review of SNOWDOG by Juliana Convers in COMPULSIVE READER:

“You don’t need to love dogs to love this collection, but it helps. While they are not always the focal point of each piece, the dogs that appear throughout this collection are totems of security, outlets for maternal nurturing, fountains of unconditional love, and harbingers of optimism. They are anchors for memory and time, marking routine with cold noses in the mornings, their separate feeding dynamics based on their unique gobbling habits. In the absence of children, they are something to care for. And like children, they are hypersensitive beings who are too often the collateral damage in home schisms. Their presence serves as a reminder––as perhaps any pet-lover would agree––in the midst of life’s chaos and disappointments, of innocence and the simplicity of joy.

Kim Chinquee has been called the “queen of flash fiction” as early as 2010 with the publication of her collection Pretty. Though this was my first foray into her work, I took to her understated style and tough, flawed protagonists. A “Kim Chinquee” narrates nearly all these fictions, in first and third person, sometimes renamed “Elle,” a proxy she also used in Pretty. The author and her narrator share many life details: she is a mother, a girlfriend, an ex-wife, a dog-lover, and a “ripped” triathlete with a military background. Later pieces in the collection explore her memories of auctioning off a family farm, and hint at the childhood trauma of watching a parent suffer with mental illness.

Set mainly in snowy Wisconsin, the first two sections present a portrait of a woman’s life with her long-distance boyfriend and their combined brood of dogs, punctuated with trips to Hawaii to visit her son and his wife. Chinquee evokes both the chill of uncertainty and the warmth of being among loved ones, often within the same space. From one sentence to another, icy heaviness gives way to abundance, warmth, and humor, evoking a bittersweet sense of time’s passing.

Several of these pieces demonstrate the ways in which intimacy can blend our individual experiences into a shared landscape. In an eight-line piece about feet, and featuring donuts, called “Make It Wiggle,” she recalls how, “in his mullet days,” her boyfriend had struggled with low potassium (20). Then she wonders, “Or maybe: was that me?” This mundane detail and the simple query demonstrates the empathic power of intimacy; when we are close, it is easy to confuse the suffering of a loved one for our own.

Even within less intimate relationships, stories––even names––blur or overlap with one another’s. The girlfriend borrows her boyfriend’s mother’s ski shoes, literally stepping into the older woman’s shoes. She shares a first name with her son’s wife, and through marriage, a last name too. She notes how well her daughter-in-law knows her son, down to how he likes his potatoes; “She cuts potatoes the way he likes. I like her. She has the same first name as me. And now, she has the last name. We are, as far as I know, the only Kim Chinquees” (3). And far from implying an attitude of resentment or bitterness, the tone seems to indicate the ways in which we relieve each other of our burdens––perhaps even the burden of uniqueness.

A few of these pieces might pass by the casual reader once, then force a double-take. In the midst of domestic routine and canine devotion, the author sneaks in her punchy wit and flashes of crackling eroticism. I had one such double-take reading “Our Dog Ran Down the Highway,” which opens with a deceptively simple description of domestic bliss: “He came in from work, carrying firewood. He smelled like the string cheese I put in his lunches” (19). The first sentence indicates strong masculinity. But the next sentence, these details of packing a lunch including string cheese, typically a childhood snack favorite, swerved my thoughts to a mother-child relationship. But the mood reverses yet again with the following line, “He put down the wood and bit my neck” followed by, “He grabbed my boob and felt it.” We shouldn’t be so surprised at this turn, given the line break signaling a shift. In fact within this contrast, we gain a
perspective of this woman’s multi-dimensionality as a doting and desirable partner.

In part two, titled “Doodle,” the fictions build on and complicate the scenarios breached in part one. The character of the boyfriend (which I’ve always thought was an oddly infantilizing term for an adult, non-married partner) is eager to be supportive and protective, offering to teach his girlfriend to fire a gun. But his girlfriend (Elle) is more than capable, given her military background. We see her amusement at his well-meaning attempts to step into a stereotypical masculine role for her benefit. Later, we learn that this boyfriend also has an ex, hinting at an additional undercurrent of complexity in their relationship. In the first story in this section, “Goldendoodle,” Elle comes across an old photograph she’s never noticed before, of her boyfriend with his ex. We realize the complexity of their relationship. And yet, the writing sticks
to the facts:

It’s a nice portrait, Jim looking younger, thin, though older than when Elle had
met him. She’s known him longer than the ex. Elle met Jim in high school. They
were sweethearts. After Jim’s divorce, Elle and Jim reunited. The dog’s a
goldendoodle…(25)

Though she avoids expanding on the subject of this ex, is there perhaps a hint of competition? The rate of revelation in these lines moves along swiftly, yet forces us to pause and unwind the relationships and timeline. And though the sentences resist sentimentality, we nonetheless feel the hum of anxiety as her thoughts turn abruptly to the dog.

Indeed, the concise, confident lines in Snowdog often belie and then underscore a heaviness beneath the blunt honesty and humor. Emotional ties to a family home, the concern for grown offspring, and the devastation of losing loved ones seep into the coziness of routine, and flow underneath the joy-spikes of nature and adventure. The piece called “Foxy” begins with the gut-punch line, “I guess we’re not having any babies, I say to my boyfriend.” His arm is in a sling from an injury, and she has had a recent hysterectomy. About their maladies and degrees of temporary immobility, she declares, “This is not like us. We are active. We are athletes” (17). We feel this bewilderment at the aging process, these constant reminders of the limits of our bodies. It is followed by the infuriating sense of having done everything right, only to fall through the ice.

This is a quietly impressive collection for lovers of the flash form, the traditional short story, and of poetic form. It is for dog-lovers, for mothers and lovers, and those for whom the routines, landscape, and concept of domesticity implies a multitude of contradictions and simultaneous truths. In her poised expressions and riddle-like compositions, we come to know the many dimensions of this Kim Chinquee/Elle character and her relationships. Though life could be said to be built upon the comforting perpetuation of routine, the intrusion of memory and the awareness of mortality invite doubt and demand our vigilance. Best to have a furry companion by your side.”

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Blurb for SNOWDOG

"To read Kim Chinquee’s work is to be startled, touched and affected. She is an American master of this flash form. As she works in small tight spaces; she packs in a world of family, friends, and guys, food, sex, weather, and always the sure and abiding love of dogs. And she's funny, spit-take funny."

--Pia Ehrhardt, author of FAMOUS FATHERS and NOW WE ARE SIXTY

AWP Conference 2021

AWP is excited to announce that #AWP21 will be fully virtual this March. The AWP Conference & Bookfair has always been a place of connection, reunion, and celebration, and we hope to offer the same experience in a new way this year.

We are currently working with Kansas City, MO to move the in-person conference to a future year and we will announce more information in the coming weeks. We look forward to rescheduling with Kansas City and celebrating the region and Kansas City’s literary community once it’s safe for us all to be together again.



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New World Writing began life as Mississippi Review Online, a personal Web site that the editor (who was then also editor of Mississippi Review, the print magazine) put online in 1995. On departing his editorship of MR, the editor invited those folks who worked on the online version of MR to join him in this new venture. New World Writing (first as Mississippireview.com, and then as BlipMagazine.net) was among the first and most popular literary magazines on the Web. As of 2010, the magazine had more than fifteen hundred stories and poems in its archive, work by such writers as Thom Jones, Ben Marcus, Francine Prose, Padgett Powell, Barry Hannah, Tom Drury, Elizabeth Gilbert, Rick Bass, Ben Neihart, Brian Oberkirch, Michael Dermansky, Courtney Eldridge, David Ryan, Laurie O’Brien, Jaime Clarke, Stacey Richter, Susan Hubbard, Larry French.

Recent online issues have included work from Bob Hicok, Dorianne Laux, Christine Sneed, Brad Watson, Lori Ostlund, Mary Grimm, Floyd Skloot, George Saunders, Michael Knight, Nin Andrews, Mary Miller, Pamela Painter, James Robison, Kate Braverman, Ann Beattie, Thaisa Frank, Bobbie Ann Mason, Brad Watson, Angela Ball, Diann Blakely, Gary Percesepe, Cathy Hankla, Mary Miller, Bruce Smith, Paul Maliszewski, Curtis Smith, Denise Duhamel, Robert Lopez, Paul Lisicky,  George Singleton, Julia Johnson, Meg Pokrass, Kara Candito and many others.

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APStogether

#APStogether is a series of virtual book clubs that take place on social media. They are free, and open to all. Each session is hosted by a different writer, who selects a book to read together. The selected titles can be ordered here, or at your local independent bookstore.

#APStogether is a sequel to #TolstoyTogether, a virtual book club hosted by Yiyun Li to read War and Peace. This summer, the book clubs will be shorter journeys—short novels, and even some poetry. We will read slowly, at a pace of about 15 pages each day, and finish each book within two weeks. The schedule for each book club will be listed below. Every morning, we will share observations from the writer hosting the current book club on our Twitter and Instagram accounts. Readers will take the conversation from there—offering their insights, sharing research, asking questions. The ongoing conversation will be organized using #APStogether.

Review of SNOWDOG by Avital Gad-Cykman in LIT HUB

Review of SNOWDOG by Avital Gad-Cykman in LIT HUB

“Kim Chinquee’s flash collection is a fantastic display of brevity and brilliance. The book is divided into three parts, each of them focusing on recurrent characters, including humans and dogs, and their relationships during a certain period. The dogs reflect the main character’s emotions, and bring into the book some playfulness and some heartbreak.”



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