Assistant Professor of English Keija Parssinen thought her creative writing students, unable to enjoy springtime at Kenyon and self-isolated at home, seemed glum during their first week of online learning. She reached out to various writer colleagues and acquaintances, asking them to share some encouraging words. Almost immediately, the author George Saunders, winner of the 2017 Man Booker prize for his novel “Lincoln in the Bardo,” responded with this uplifting message to Kenyon writers. A version of his letter has also been published in the New Yorker, where Saunders is a regular contributor.
Hi Kenyon writers,
I know this is a hard and depressing and scary time. So much suffering and anxiety everywhere. But it also occurs to me that this is when the world needs your eyes and ears and minds. This has never happened before here (at least not since 1918). You are the generation that is going to have to help us make sense of this and recover afterwards. What new forms might you invent, to fictionalize an event like this, where all of the drama is happening in private, essentially? Are you keeping records of the emails and texts you’re getting, the thoughts you’re having, the way your hearts and minds are reacting to this strange new way of living? It’s all important. Fifty years from now, people the age you are now won’t believe this ever happened (or will do the sort of eye-roll we all do when someone tells us about something that happened in 1960.) What will convince that future kid is what you are able to write about this, and what you’re able to write about it will depend on how much sharp attention you are paying now, and what records you keep.
Also, I think, with how open you can keep your heart. I’m trying to practice feeling something like, “Ah, so this is happening now,” or “Hmm, so this, too, is part of life on earth. Did not know that, universe. Thanks so much, you stinker.”
And then I real quick try to pretend I didn’t just call the universe a “stinker.”
I did a piece once where I went to live incognito in a homeless camp in Fresno for a week. Very intense but the best thing I heard in there was from this older guy from Guatemala, who was always saying: “Everything is always keep changing.” Truer words were never spoken. It’s only when we expect solidity — non-change — that we get taken by surprise.
Well, this is sounding a little preachy and let me confess that I’m not taking my own advice. At all. It’s all happening so fast. My wife has what we are hoping is just a bad cold and I am doing a lot of inept caregiving. Our dogs can feel that something weird is going on. (“No walk? AGAIN!?”) But I guess what I’m trying to say is that the world is like a sleeping tiger and we tend to live our lives there on its back (we’re much smaller than the tiger, obviously. We’re like Barbies and Kens on the back of a tiger.) And now and then that tiger wakes up. And that is terrifying. Sometimes it wakes up and someone we love dies. Or someone breaks our heart. Or there’s a pandemic. But this is far from the first time that tiger has come awake. He/she has been doing it since the beginning of time and will never stop doing it. And always there have been writers to observe it and (later) make some sort of sense of it, or at least bear witness to it. It’s good for the world for a writer to bear witness, and it’s good for the writer, too. Especially if she can bear witness with love and humor and, despite it all, some fondness for the world, just as it manifests.
There’s a beautiful story about the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova. Her husband was shot and her son arrested during the Stalinist purges. One day she was standing outside the prison with hundreds of other women in similar situations. It’s Russian-cold and they have to go there every day, wait for hours in this big open yard, then get the answer that, today and every day, there will be no news. But every day they keep coming back. A woman, recognizing her as the famous poet, says, “Poet, can you write this?” And Akhmatova thinks about it a second and goes: “Yes.”
I wish you all the best in your writing and in your lives. Someday soon, things will be back to some sort of normal, and it will be easier to be happy again. I believe this and I hope it for each one of you.
All the best,