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On the issue of borrowing — as the Slate writer makes clear, when the short story came out, she started getting texts from friends assuming that she had written it under a pen name
It wasn’t just her who said “who this sounds familiar” It was her friends who did. “I had dozens of text messages—some from close friends, but many from old co-workers, classmates, and people I hadn’t spoken to in years. Most of them contained a link to a New Yorker short story. … “Is this about you?” the text messages read. “Did you write this under a pen name? Did Charles?” My stomach dropped. Charles and I had broken up two years prior…” |
Exactly. |
The "industry" (art?) has a million problems, but this isn't one of them. This is how the sausage gets made. Philip Roth was a good example upthread. You think the people he ripped off straight from life were always thrilled about it? |
I am the one who brought up Roth. And I think it can be both a problem, and normal. I have had a few novels published and I always cringe at the thought of the people whose lives I've "borrowed" from in them reading what I've written. But then I go and do it anyway. And I hope that overall, it will have been worth it - for me, for people, but almost certainly not for the people who are turned into characters. I've never had the level of success anywhere near Cat Person - I think my novels have sold a combined 6,000 copies, not exactly bestseller stuff - but I do recognize both that this is very normal (nothing to be shocked by) and also very hurtful for the people whose lives are cut up and used. I don't know how you thread this needle, if you both want novels to exist in the world and also want to protect people from writers doing that to them. I guess like this - someone writes the story, the person whose life was used for the story then gets their turn to say what happened. |
| Why would it be “normal” not to change identifying details? It’s so easy to change things like the names of hometowns and places of employment. Seems lazy and selfish. |
This is fair. I’m one of the PPs who knows a ton of writers but can’t claim it for myself. The ultra-defensive flinty quality of some self-proclaimed writers here is just lame as all hell. The discussion got off the rails publicly because some writers, some of whom have sold well, lost their shit and acted as if the Slate essayist was out of pocket for replying or reacting or daring to publish, and that, my friends, is some major horseshit. |
She was talking about her dating life to "...co-workers, classmates, and people I hadn’t spoken to in years" in a manner that they recognized the bad sex??
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| Cat person and slate writers - both have written very interesting pieces. The controversy itself is just a storm in a teacup. |
No, those people knew her tiny hometown, the name of the movie theater where she worked, and the university where she went. Read the Slate piece before mouthing off. |
I mean, 40,000 people attend UM every year, many of them likely from Saline. I worked at the Michigan Theater, too. These details aren’t enough to identify someone. |
Well, they also knew that she went out with an older guy, which was the subject of the piece. And the bad sex stuff in the piece wasn’t true, so it’s not that her friends recognized that. |
I am the PP and I completely agree. I used to be a journalist and whenever anyone wrote something mean about me or something I'd written, I'd try to say: this is the price of a byline. Well, the price of having your name on a book or a short story is sometimes people are going to be p*ssed off at what you've written - because they disagree with your vision of the world, because they don't like your characters, because they think you borrowed too heavily from real life, whatever. If you can't deal with that, then don't write, is sort of how I see it. I think the corollary to that is, if you can't stand seeing yourself in print, don't love a writer. (My husband has taken that stance. At the same time he never ever ever reads what I write.) But the woman whose life was borrowed for Cat Person didn't voluntarily join up with a writer. She didn't sign up for it. I still think it's not shocking. I do understand why she's upset. I don't know - I get why people want an easy answer (the writer shouldn't have done that! no what she did is fine!) and I think that perhaps just like good fiction is supposed to live in the ambiguity of life, writing itself rests in that ambiguity, too. It's both beautiful and immoral. |
My husband was a "character" in one of his college friend's novels. I think the character gets murdered, ha ha! On this short story, I get the distinct impression that Roupenian (short story) wrote it as a revenge piece against Charles, but she didn't anticipate it being so widely read. Annnnddd I feel like I have just come up with a great idea for a short story. |
This is 100 percent the correct take. -- signed, former journalist and author |
This is the part that I find staggering. I have an ex who wrote and published something that included details about an incident that involved both of us (short story not a novel) and I am glad he changed identifying details about me. Obviously, some very close friends knew it was me but people who were more casual friends or either of us didn't recognize me. |