Chaya Bhuvaneswar, writer and author of “White Dancing Elephants”

This is such a wonderful question, because I do believe, like implied here, that characters “find” us and they aren’t consciously “designed” by the writer, ever. Mostly, my characters come from some life I’ve ever imagined myself living OR a friend or family member I’ve always wanted to write about and feel compelled to write about in some disguised form.

I appreciate this observation. I think there is more of an “autofiction” component (autobiographical fiction) component to the stories from a single POV. These first-person female narrators are definitely absorbed in surviving the “aftermath” of something, as the Kirkus reviewer pointed out. On the other hand, the stories involving two women are so much about mirroring, projection, identification, lost love, now that I think about it, but what I love most about writing fiction is that I never consciously think of or control any of these things.

Thanks so much for bringing forward this story of rape and survival. Yes – I did know someone, not well but enough to feel horrified when I learned what happened to her. She was in college with me and like the main character, Jayanti, in this story, she was gang-raped. I knew I wanted to tell her story in some form while at the same time respecting her anonymity and her own right to tell her story any way she wanted. As I thought about that dilemma – did I have the right to tell her story at all? – my own interpretation evolved, in part a story of how many other people compete with survivors to tell our stories. Becca, the feminist and activist. The sorority sister friends of the male perpetrators. Dave, the “villain” who has his own fretful, weirdly anxious yet arrogant telling. It was important to me to keep them as they were while making Jayanti the center, the person who changes.

I think on the one hand, there’s such a celebrated tradition of “doctor writers,” and many of them have observed, like Chris Adrian for example, and like Ethan Canin (who didn’t finish his residency but came right up to the edge, becoming a senior resident!) – many of these doctor writers have observed how critical narrative is to interviewing patients, to understanding any part of their experiences. I think the literature on doctors’ experiences of learning to listen, learning to understand is valuable and I would say that process of learning to listen and understand continues through a doctor’s whole life, long past training.

But having said all that – one thing that is interesting – the relatively few numbers of female doctor writers. Really, Dr. Perri Klass is one who comes to mind. She has a vibrant pediatric and public health practice as well as writing and publishing many beautiful books including one of my favorites, an early novel called Recombinations, which I highly recommend. More recently, my beautiful colleague Dr. Seema Yasmin, author of The Impatient Doctor Lange (who’ll be reading with me in DC at Duende Books on Oct 21!!). People often mention Rivka Galchen, and she’s incredibly talented, but she never finished medical school – I love how she writes about science, but she never balanced writing with a life as a doctor. She never balanced caring for patients as a doctor with the project of becoming a writer – she left medical school to complete her MFA.

The model I turn to is Nawal el-Saadawi, an Egyptian feminist psychiatrist who practiced and campaigned against female genital mutilation as well as writing major works of literature, including Woman at Point Zero and memoirs about being imprisoned for her activism. She has had real fortitude. Her works are original and prolific and have been broadly disseminated as well as turned into an opera. She herself is the subject of a BBC documentary. I encourage people to read her and start by looking here: Woman at Point Zero review – compelling music from unfamiliar sources as Arab voices thrill and here: The Books of Nawal El Saadawi

I’m so grateful and moved by that suggestion, Sandra – honestly, I don’t know what to say. If there’s even one person who reads my book who’s literally never been physically close to a person of color, and then comes away feeling a sense of recognition and kinship – that’s really pretty amazing.

I think “Talinda” was somewhat of a struggle, in that I started in some form maybe like eight years ago, and then tinkered on and off with it, and then just became determined to finish every story that was out there, in a folder marked “unfinished story” – but in general, I do try to watch out for stories that seem completely “hopeless” and like I’ll never finish them (like this one) because often they turn out to have real lives of their own and are worth savoring the process of writing and discovering, if that makes sense. I try to savor instead of letting them frustrate me. It also helps to keep the bar low. “This’ll probably suck,” I tell myself, cheerfully. “No doubt.” Sometimes I even title a file, “Dead end story” or “the worst writing ever.” Then I go to town. There’s probably some Zen koan that such a motto draws its inspiration from.

I started when I was four or five; I wrote stories all the time, as well as “critical essays” about various “new reader” books that I read and reread and couldn’t find any other way to talk about or continue enjoying. I was a bookish kid for sure. It always felt like no matter what, I could “come back to” writing, and it’s only been in the last year or so that, like a lover you always assumed would be there for you but suddenly and hugely panic you could lose, writing has become that lover I’ve been holding really close.

Yes, I was working on an essay collection and the very beginning of a novel that are both nearing readiness to be sent out and my agent is excited about that. It was wonderful to meet terrific editors at Sewanee Writers Conference recently. I treasured their words about my work.

I would say rather than “finding” time I just kind of work writing in whenever I can. I actually think it would be much harder to do a more flexible job than being a physician, in the sense that everything I do is driven by others’ needs and by a larger structure I’m part of, whereas if I had to also be some kind of entrepreneur and creatively design the structure of my day while also writing, that would be much more difficult. There would be no structure to fall back on. Writing demands some kind of structure. Mohsin Hamid talks about going for long walks as an aid to his writing. Garcia Marquez used to talk in interviews about waking at five and doing boxing on the side, which is why so many writers I know do boxing (and why I wake at five). I am immensely grateful to be able to do a job that is rewarding and allows me to help people within a structure that I do not design but actually just have to live within. That leaves any left-over time for writing completely unstructured and free. There are no have to’s. I just let myself put down what I am feeling, on the page.

I really loved Little Women and (without knowing why their descriptions of people of color made me somewhat uncomfortable). I loved the Little House on the Prairie books. Then I loved Indian stories and myths in an entirely different way, and the Amar Chitra Katha Hindu comic book series really opened up my world – it’s a beautiful illustrated set of comic books about the Hindu epics, if anyone wants to check that out (delighted recently to learn that Jeff Van derMeer, who was kind enough to blurb my book, has an entire collection of Amar Chitras!)

Toni Morrison, Louise Erdrich, A.S. Byatt, Kathryn Harrison, Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, Margaret Atwood, Alice Munro, Bharati Mukherjee, V.S. Naipaul (much as he made my blood boil) – these were writers I read and reread, along with various old books about Norse mythology, legends, stories, the various Fairy books (Green Fairy, Blue Fairy), tons of international magazines. I basically read everything in our neighborhood’s tiny library. And like Sandra Cisneros (whose House on Mango Street was formative for me) – it wasn’t going to school, but being in the library, that made me want to become a writer.

I feel like in college I had even more access to poetry, and I would point very much to my Modernist Literature class that opened up worlds – I still think about Marianne Moore, T.S. Eliot lines that I was exposed to in that class, that I wrote about here: On Eliot .

I also read a lot of short stories, including in a Chekhov class – that was pretty huge. I took writing classes and read a wide swath of all stories of fiction excerpts and stories, ranging from Borges, to Bolaño, to Annie Proulx, that I remember well. Including this wonderful Eudora Welty that was the first I’d ever read in any college writing class: “Why I Live at the P.O.,” which I highly recommend. So funny, really. I read and reread Beloved in college and it frightened me for how grippingly it represented a kind of supernatural grief. Like only the supernatural and its invocation could ever possibly carry enough weight, enough force, to knock down all the lies and just plain cruelty and greed and human ugliness that made the horrors of slavery happen.

And that Irish Lit class that I took with my dear high school friend Dohra Ahmad, who’s now a professor at St Johns University and whose wonderful anthology, Rotten English, I recommend to everyone. That was such a fantastic class – we even got to be on a radio show with Irish hosts who were incredibly funny and brilliant. In addition to reading a lot of Joyce, that was where I got into Seamus Heaney, whose poem “Punishment” provides the epigraph for this book, one of his many big poems where he contemplates both Irish history and the personal history of his own emotional development as a poet.

I would emphasize above all how important it is to just put aside any reservations about how the work will be received and truly, just focus on the writing and everything else will come. Find a way to carve out some sort of discipline. Don’t overthink it. Some days you might feel too tired to “produce” something, but you can find a way to scribble a few thoughts down and that can light your way when you’re back in the darkness the next time.

October 9, 2018! And there’s a Goodreads giveaway the publisher is doing now, Sandra!! Readers of this interview can do 3 things to be part of conversations about the book: