Just wanted to share yesterday’s NPR interview with one of my favorite writers, Anne Tyler. (My friend Joe sent this along–at this point, Joe functions as an oracle, because he will send me a link that dovetails with something I’m thinking about. It’s downright eerie.)
Anne Tyler writes novels set in Baltimore. She has been doing this for almost fifty years. She is a publicist’s nightmare–or dream, I guess, if a publicist is looking for less work to do–because she doesn’t do publicity. This NPR interview is maybe the first she’s given in about 35 years, she says. I’ve always wondered what she sounds like, and now I know: she sounds quiet, and kind.
Her seventeenth novel, The Beginner’s Goodbye, will be out next week. The main character runs a self-publishing company! There’s no way Anne Tyler knows what is involved with self-publishing, having been elegantly published by Knopf for decades. (I guarantee you she hasn’t ever bought an ISBN. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.) I’m looking forward to her new book despite the fact that she is clearly branching out into unknown, exotic territory. In Baltimore, of course.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking that I need to be flailing around doing more to get the word out about my book. I could dress up like a hushpuppy on West End Avenue during rush hour. I could slide onto the ice at a Predators game wearing a BOWLING AVENUE T-shirt. At these moments, I need to remember: Anne Tyler doesn’t do that.
So maddening! Would it kill her to throw out a Tweet?