what the eff is the dude in this picture doing?
The storm was a convenient metaphor. What happened, technically speaking, was that I ate shit. Then it started raining very hard.
And still it was fun. So my point is that the really vital common denominator between writing and skateboarding isn’t creation, or reinterpretation, or translation of the world. It is failure. What the activities have in common is the blood they draw, or at least should draw if we’re doing them right.
i’m just wildly stupidly gleefully in love with this dude and (most) everything he says.
(Somebody loves them some Kyle Beachy!)dialecstatic
RON CURRIE JR. ON HOBART x2:
Maybe, how about, this: if there’s anything factual in what you’ve written, anything at all, then we cannot classify the whole as fiction. Because why can’t we turn that most strict of standards—the standard that says if anything is made up then the whole thing is false, the standard that James Frey was crucified for—on its head?
I think that if we noodle around long enough about things in the human experience that seem, on their surface, to be disparate or unrelated, the connections between those things will begin to reveal themselves. Then, once that happens, of course, it’s the author’s obligation to revise, revise, delve deeper, highlight and refine those connections. Which is where, ultimately, the sense of having been told a story that has universal relevance comes from.
Are you ready for this? Author Ron Currie Jr. in front of a bookshelf, holding a copy of a book (with a bookshelf on its cover) that is a novel about a character named Ron Currie Jr.