
Carmen Negrelli is a young lady from Newbury, Ohio. She primarily spends her time looking for adventure, waxing nostalgic over her past, and dreaming about her future. She is also the director Film POP, POP Montreal’s film festival. One of her favorite hobbies in school was disappointing English teachers by failing to “reach her potential” and she is trying to make it up to them, starting here, at Is Well Read.
Mrs. Stevens, Anupama, this one’s for you..
What kind of a reader are you?
I’ll start by saying I pretty much only read fiction. I read books like I watch TV, once I get started its nearly impossible for me to stop until there is some kind of resolution. I have a hard time controlling myself when watching television series because I will always cue up the next episode until the plot is resolved…or until I fall asleep. It’s the same with a book, It consumes my time until its finished (or, again, until I fall asleep).
I freakin’ love motherf***in’ books.
Tell me about the last book you couldn’t put down.
Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom. Man, I would really love to talk this one out with someone else who has read this (seriously, if you’ve read it get in touch, I want to know what you made of it).
I haven’t always been on the same page as Johnny, when I first read The Corrections I thought it was harsh. Too harsh, with characters too unlikable to be fully formed or relatable. Then I read How to Be Alone and all the essays really hit home for me. They are just essays about his life, his thoughts, his interests etc. They are self-aware and smart and funny and I just love them. They aren’t harsh, they are sharp but also warm. I re-read The Corrections after How to Be Alone and on a second reading found it also to be sharp rather than harsh.
I first encountered an excerpt of Freedom years ago in The New Yorker and have been waiting for it on the edge of my seat ever since.
Patty and Walter Berglund were the pioneers of old St. Paul-The Gentrifiers, the hands-on parents, the avant garde of the whole foods generation.
That’s the first sentence from the inside of the book jacket and approximately the opening of The New Yorker excerpt and Jesus H. Christ what a sentence it is. If I told you I don’t know these people, that they aren’t my parents, that they aren’t a part of me or what I will become, I would be being desperately un-truthful. This sentence sort of encapsulates the essence of the book for me, There isn’t exactly judgement cast on the type of people Walter and Patty are, its just a portrait. Its the sad observation that being better than your parents were, buying organic, being a smug forward-thinking member of the liberal middle class, will not save you from the tragedies of being alive and the whims of your animal instincts. It seems to me that our contemporary understanding of how to be ‘Better’ doesn’t mean much to Franzen, its superficial and fleeting and trite and false. I don’t know, that’s how it read for me anyway, in part. There’s a lot more subtleties and complexities to it, but that’s why it’s a great book, and why I’d like to talk to someone about it.
I think of Franzen like Thackeray or Balzac. He captures the flaws and pitfalls of the contemporary upper-middle class and frames them in extremely compelling dramas. His writing is beautiful and intentional and his stories are exceptionally relevant and expertly crafted. He may be a bit of a crank but a mind-blowingly perceptive one who makes beautiful books.
I’d also like to give a shout out to Jean Stafford’s The Mountain Lion which I just read, that book is so atmospheric and bizarre. Its really epically good. It starts out like a sentimental book about siblings written in the ’40s. As the kids get older their characters develop and things become slightly off-kilter somehow and they get more and more skewed until all of a sudden it ends, brutally. It captures the confusion of growing up perfectly and is unabashedly direct about the dark realities and difficulties of personal development. It’s a very insightful and remarkable book, its rugged and true, but with strong elements of surrealism. Sort of in the vein of The Yellow Wallpaper but more subtle and slower to unfurl. I think it might be one of the best books I’ve ever read.
Has a book ever inspired you or affected how you interact with the world?
Yes, absolutely, all the time. Almost every book I have ever read affects how I interact with the world and the people in it.
I think that conversations and relationships serve to teach us about ourselves as much as bring us closer to another person. In a book the experience of forming relationships takes place entirely within one’s self, leaving one a lot of room for self-exploration and reflection. Books help me realize my character flaws and strengths and define my needs and desires. Going through imaginary experiences with imaginary people in books helps me learn to be better to the flesh and blood people I love.
When I read a book I think is particularly good or gorgeously written I get fever-pitch levels of inspiration, like my fingers start shaking and my brain and my chest sort of start hurting and I have to spend a half hour writing to release all that inspiration induced pressure. Then I read over what I’ve written, decide its nonsense, become disappointed in myself for not being James Joyce, kick myself for being undisciplined and self-involved, then pick up my book again to banish my anxiety and disappointment and build up inspiration again.
In general, interacting with other peoples’ pieces of art inspires me to create. I think this is because when you read a book or experience a different medium of art, you are experiencing someone else’s attempt to communicate and express themselves, if something inside you resonates with their expression it helps you define more clearly what you need to express and what medium you need to use. It goes back to the idea of reading being a sort of conversation, the cycle of consuming, reacting, and making art is a dialogue on a grand scale, that’s why books are important. That’s why art makes the world a better place. I know I’m sounding cheesy and grandiose and trite at the same time, but I really really really believe this to be true so please forgive me.
How do you choose what books to read?
Well, my mom gifts me most of my books. The woman has impeccable taste in everything and is so effing smart it’s unreal, so I don’t at all mind letting her curate most of my collection. When I buy myself books it’s usually a new or hitherto unread title from an author whose other work I like.
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