Anyone who's ever sat down to write a novel or even a
story knows how exhilarating and heartbreaking writing can be. So what makes
writers stick with it? In Why We Write (Plume, 2013), twenty
well-known authors candidly share what keeps them going and what they love
most—and least—about their vocation. In this excerpt from chapter 16, Susan
Orlean explains why being a writer was the only job for her.
He believed the dog was
immortal. “There will always be a Rin Tin Tin,” Lee Duncan said, time and time
again, to reporters, to visitors, to fan magazines, to neighbors, to family, to
friends. At first this must have sounded absurd—just wishful thinking about the
creature that had eased his loneliness and made him famous around the
world . . .
—Opening lines, Rin Tin Tin,
As a writer, what do you do and where do you go, once Meryl
Streep has been Oscar nominated for portraying you in the movie adaptation of
your book—or, in Susan Orleans’s case, the movie, Adaptation,
of her book? Susan Orlean decided to do everything and go everywhere.
Susan Orlean is an exceptionally wide-ranging, voraciously
curious journalist with an exceptionally wide-ranging career. A staff writer
and blogger for the New Yorker since 1992, she’s
written articles about nearly everything—chickens, dieting, dogs, surfer girls,
Paul Gaultier, Bill Blass, a Harlem high school basketball star, Tonya Harding,
taxidermy—for Rolling Stone, Vogue, Esquire, Spy, and a host of other publications.
“I always dreamed of being a writer,” Orlean explains on her
website, “but had no idea of how you went about being a writer—or at least the
kind of writer I wanted to be: someone who wrote long stories about interesting
things, rather than news stories about short-lived events.”
A true American treasure, Orlean lives an adventure-filled
writer’s life. In doing so, she’s created a definition of journalism that
didn’t exist before and remains unique to her. One suspects that if she were
other-gendered, there would be a name for it, like Gonzo journalism, or New
Journalism. “Sue Journalism,” perhaps.
Why I write
Writing is all I’ve ever done. I don’t think of it as a
profession. It’s just who I am.
I write because I love learning
about the world. I love telling stories, and I love the actual experience of
making sentences. From age five or six, the earliest time I could imagine
myself as a person with a job, being a writer was all I imagined I’d be. I’d
fallen in love with the idea of stories—telling them and hearing them. I was
enchanted. The only problem was that when it came time to leave college and
have a profession, I thought, Jesus, how do you make it a job?
My parents wanted me to go to law
school. I grudgingly proposed that I would, if they’d let me first take a year
off after finishing college. During that year I managed—very unexpectedly—to
land a job as a writer at a little magazine in Portland. I had gone to the interview for the
job with no clips, no experience, but a lot of passion; in fact, I basically
announced, “You just have to hire me. This is all I want to do. Just this.” Frankly,
hiring me was a very good decision for them, because wanting to be a writer is
a huge percentage of what makes you be one. You have to want to do it really
badly. You have to feel that’s what you’re supposed to be doing. That’s how it
was for me. From the moment I got that job, being a writer was utterly and
totally a fit I’d never experienced anywhere else. I didn’t have training. I
learned on the job and from a series of very good editors. I think my pure
desire made up for my complete lack of knowledge and experience.
True to my promise, one year later I
took my law boards. But then I informed my parents that I wasn’t going to law
school. My father was furious with me. I think he was worried about it being a
real gamble as a way to make a living. Even after my first book came out, he
was still suggesting that it wasn’t too late to go to law school as a fallback.
I said, “Dad, I don’t plan to fall back.” If I’d had a fallback I might not
have toughed this out and made it work.
A lot of my friends who thought
about being writers ended up going into law or advertising or PR. They still
dreamed about writing, but they couldn’t give up their good jobs. Fortunately I
never had a good job to give up.
All the work’s a stage
When it comes to nonfiction, it’s important to note the very
significant difference between the two stages of the work. Stage one is
reporting. Stage two is writing.
Reporting is like being the new kid
in school. You’re scrambling to learn something very quickly, being a
detective, figuring out who the people are, dissecting the social structure of
the community you’re writing about. Emotionally, it puts you in the place that
everybody dreads. You’re the outsider. You can’t give in to your natural
impulse to run away from situations and people you don’t know. You can’t
retreat to the familiar.
Writing is exactly the opposite.
It’s private. The energy of it is so intense and internal, it sometimes makes
you feel like you’re going to crumple. A lot of it happens invisibly. When
you’re sitting at your desk, it looks like you’re just sitting there, doing
Writing gives me great feelings of
pleasure. There’s a marvelous sense of mastery that comes with writing a
sentence that sounds exactly as you want it to. It’s like trying to write a song,
making tiny tweaks, reading it out loud, shifting things to make it sound a
certain way. It’s very physical. I get antsy. I jiggle my feet a lot, get up a
lot, tap my fingers on the keyboard, check my e-mail. Sometimes it feels like
digging out of a hole, but sometimes it feels like flying. When it’s working
and the rhythm’s there, it does feel like magic to me.
Where I write
I don’t need to be in a perfectly quiet place to write. I
don’t need a lot of fussy special conditions. But I do need my material to work
from within reach, and I do need a certain sense that I’m not going to be
interrupted for a chunk of time.
That means I find it really hard to
write when my son, Austin, is in the house. I can report in any situation, but
used to ask if he could just sit in my studio while I wrote; he promised to be
quiet. I thought, There’s no way in a million years I can write with this
little person there. No way he could be quiet, either.
After Austin was born, it became pretty important
to have a private workspace, so I built myself a little studio. It’s only fifty
yards from the house, but it has a door I can close. I have a very Virginia Woolf need for
my own space—not my old space, which was the dining room table. I don’t need it
to look a certain way; I just need to feel it’s mine. I need to put things on
the wall that don’t require approval from anyone else. I need to be able to
leave at night with my notes laid out in a certain way and know they’ll be
exactly that way when I return in the morning.
I got lucky
Unlike most postcollege first jobs, the first job I got out
of college, at that magazine in Portland,
Oregon, was an actual writing
job, not being an assistant to a writer. My editor told me to think of ideas
that would make good stories, and then he told me to go do them. When the
magazine folded, I briefly worked at a radio station doing odds and ends, and
then I got another writing job at the Willamette Week.
My first big break came in ’79 or
’80 when I was twenty-whatever. A senior editor at Rolling
Stone who’d grown up in Portland
saw my stuff in the Willamette Week. He called me and
said, “You should be writing for Rolling Stone.” I
almost fell over. It opened the door for me. I started contributing to Rolling Stone, and then the Village Voice, and then I began figuring out ways
to freelance for other national publications.
I’m surprised by how shrewd I was
about how to make my way in the writing world. Portland wasn’t exactly the hotbed of the
writing world, but there were stories happening there, interesting stories. So
I contacted national magazines and said, “I’m here, and I know some good
stories here, so let me do them.” For instance, Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, a cult
leader, had bought a huge, ten-thousand-acre ranch in Oregon and established a community of his
followers there. He was a controversial figure who owned forty-eight
Rolls-Royces while preaching antimaterialism, and yet many very intelligent,
educated people had joined his group. It was a fascinating situation, so I
contacted the Village Voice and said, “I’m here, and
I’d love to write about it.” They had nothing to lose since they didn’t have to
pay to send me out to Oregon,
so they told me to go ahead. In the end, my piece ran as a cover story in the Voice, and through sheer luck the week it ran happened to be
the very first time they used color on the cover, so the piece got lots of
extra attention because of that. It was one of many instances when I felt I
just had good fortune on my side.
I started getting calls after my
story ran in the Voice, and I started writing for Mademoiselle, Vogue, and GQ. I was a new, young writer, not
living in New York,
so for many editors, I offered a wonderful sense of discovery, to find a new
writer. I left Portland and moved to Boston. I started itching
to move to New York,
and in 1986, I finally did.
And then I got luckier
The best time I’ve ever had as a writer—this is strange, but
true—was years ago when I was reporting a story for the New
Yorker, and I traveled with a black gospel group for a couple of weeks,
writing about their world.
There was this moment when we pulled
into some tiny town in Georgia,
and we were having dinner in a local diner and I had an out-of-body experience.
I couldn’t stop being amazed, thinking, This is my job. I’m in Georgia with
this black gospel group, and I’m talking with people I would never have met as
long as I lived if this wasn’t my job.
I was feeling the exhilaration of
stepping into an alternate universe. If my life had taken a different path, I
might have been having dinner at a country club in a suburb in the Midwest, but I’m not. I’m here. I’ve had a version of
that experience many times, and it’s always so powerful.
And then it got hard
The hardest thing I’ve ever been through in my career was
being several years late with Rin Tin Tin, and having a young child, and being
confronted by my publisher asking where the book was, and feeling simply
Frankly, that moment was one I’m not
sure a lot of men would have experienced: I can’t do this all.
I don’t know how to be a writer with the demands of having a kid. That was my
hardest, lowest point ever as a writer. It’s funny, because I’d like to say
that my hardest time ever was struggling with a sentence. But that’s the one
situation that I thought would get the better of me.
I got the contract for Rin Tin Tin in January 2004, and I got pregnant that spring.
It was a challenging book. I loved the idea but I didn’t know how to write it.
It was a book I had to wrestle into shape. Then Austin was born, and I realized I’d never
figured out how I was going to go do the reporting I needed for the book with
an infant to take care of. Time just started adding up.
Originally I’d asked for two years
to write the book, which was ridiculous. I said I could do it that quickly
because I was trying to make my publisher happy. They’d paid me a lot of money,
and I wanted to make it sound as if they’d have their money back in no time at
all; they’d hardly miss it. What I should have said was, “Give me eight years
because I have no idea how long it’s going to take.”
Your publisher is a frenemy in the
most pure sense. You pretend you’re on the same team but in many ways, you’re
not. You don’t want them to see the slightest shred of weakness because you
don’t want them to begin to question the project or their belief in you. So
instead of saying, “I don’t have a fucking clue how to do this book; give me
more time,” you say, “It’s a breeze; I can do it in my sleep.” I wanted them to
think I was just the easiest author on earth, that everything about this
experience would be easy for them and profitable and fantastic.
I can’t blame publishers; it’s just
a part of my personality. I want to please people. I feel like I should always
be the good girl. I haven’t developed a diva routine in which I say, “Hey, you
should give me a lot of money and I get to be as difficult as I want to be.”
The fact is that I got multiple
extensions because Rin Tin Tin was proving to be much
bigger, more complicated, and much harder to do because I couldn’t travel
hither and yon easily to do the research I needed to do. And I didn’t feel I
could reveal my vulnerability to my publisher.
I got two extensions for one year
each, because I was wary about asking for a much, much longer extension, which
was what I needed, because I thought it would indicate that I was having
trouble. So then I was late, and then late again.
a way it was the best thing that ever happened to me. When I asked for yet
another extension, my publisher balked, and it became clear that they were no
longer that invested in my book. So I got out of the contract and went to
another publisher that really embraced the book and understood my need for more
time. I took a loss on my advance, but I was philosophical about it. Advances
are just that—advances. They’re not payments. They’re not awards.
It’s a job—and an art form
It makes me cringe to call myself an artist. Even if it’s
I’m making art of a kind. At the
same time I’m very pragmatic. I don’t treat myself as this precious flower. The
fact that writing is a job doesn’t undercut the fact
that it’s also an art.
When I was first getting started, I
thought, What’s important for me is to write as much as possible. If that means
writing for fashion magazines, I’ll do it, even if that isn’t where I dreamed
of writing, but I’ll do a good job of it. I had friends who said, “Ew, you’re
writing for women’s magazines? I’d never write for that magazine.” I thought,
How nice for you to be so picky. And anyway, I’m going to write a great piece
wherever it runs.
think the content is more important than the context. And I figured that if I
wrote well, eventually I’d get to pick where I got published. I can write a
really good story for Vogue or Mademoiselle
or anywhere, and I can say with pride that it’s not all about the packaging
surrounding the story: my pride is about the story itself. That’s a pretty
practical attitude, and I’m glad I have it. It’s served me well. That’s my
attitude about life, too.
Birthday: October 31, 1955
Born and raised: Cleveland, Ohio
Home now: Columbia County, New
Married since 2001 to CFO (and former Harvard Lampoon editor) John Gillespie
Son, Austin, born 2004
University of Michigan,
Day job?: Staff
writer for the New Yorker since 1992
Honors and awards (partial listing): Editor of The Best American Essays 2005 and The Best
American Travel Writing 2007; Nieman Fellow, Harvard
University, 2003; Honorary Doctor of
Humane Letters, University
of Michigan, 2012
• Susan Orlean was played by
Meryl Streep in the film adaptation (Adaptation) of her book The Orchid Thief.
• The Hudson Valley home of Orlean and her husband and
son is also home to nine chickens, three
ducks, four guinea fowl, four turkeys, and ten Black Angus cattle.
• In 1998, Orlean wrote an
article about surfer girls for Women’s Outside magazine. In 2002 the article
was made into the film Blue Crush, starring Kate Bosworth.
• Follow Susan Orlean on her
website, on Facebook, and on Twitter.
Susan Orlean Collected Works
• Red Sox and Blue Fish, 1987
• Saturday Night, 1990
• The Orchid Thief, 1998
• The Bullfighter Checks Her
• My Kind of Place, 2004
• Rin Tin Tin: The Life and
the Legend, 2011
• Adaptation, 2002
• Blue Crush, 2002
• Animalish, Kindle Single, 2011
Susan Orleans’s Wisdom for Writers
• You have to simply love
writing, and you have to remind yourself often that you love it.
• You should read as much as
possible. That’s the best way to learn how to write.
• You have to appreciate the
spiritual component of having an opportunity to do something as wondrous as
writing. You should be practical and smart and you should have a good agent and
you should work really, really hard. But you should also be filled with awe and
gratitude about this amazing way to be in the world.
• Don’t be ashamed to use the
thesaurus. I could spend all day reading Roget’s! There’s nothing better when
you’re in a hurry and you need the right word right now.
This excerpt has been has been reprinted with
permission from Why We Write: 20 Acclaimed Writers On How and Why They Do What They Do, published by Plume, a division of Penguin Group, 2013.