TERRY: If you're just joining us, my guest is Larry Dawson, author of
the new book, Yes, This Slim, Mediocre Novel is
Actually $22.95. Larry, I've read your novel, and I also
read the cover blurb, and I couldn't help noticing a
marked similarity between your protagonist, Barry
Lawson, and yourself. I'm wondering, did you set out to
write a novel that was actually a thinly-veiled
autobiography?
LARRY: Hah hah, it's really funny that you should say that,
Terry, because in actuality Barry and I are nothing alike.
Just for starters, he's at least 1 1/2 inches taller than I
am. Also, whereas I was born in Toronto and then moved
at age 7 to Syracuse, he, by contrast, was born in Ottawa
and then moved at age 8 to Buffalo. So you can see why it
really knocked me out when you came up with the goofy
idea that he was supposed to resemble me.
TERRY: Well, I -- uh -- still can't help drawing several
parallels. For example, in the book, Barry -- who
incidentally is a journalist, just as you are a novelist --
LARRY: Exactly, Terry, there you are again. I write fiction
-- like my new book. Barry writes nonfiction.
TERRY: Yes, although as the story opens, Barry has taken a
six-month sabbatical to work on a novel. I thought you
said he wrote nonfiction?
LARRY [PEEVISHLY] : Well, journalists can take time off to
write novels. I'm not aware of any law against it. But
anyway, when a journalist writes a novel, it's different
from a novelist writing a novel.
TERRY: But not as different, say, as if he weren't a writer at
all, or had never lived in Canada and moved to upstate
New York as a child, or for that matter if the narrator
didn't constantly describe him as wearing "the clothes
the author is wearing in the dust jacket photo."
LARRY: Look, if you're expecting me to be some kind of
fantasy writer, you've got the wrong guy. I mean, I don't
write far-fetched yarns about people not being writers
and not being born in Canada -- I leave that to the sci-fi
crowd. I write from what's real.
TERRY [AFTER 5 SECONDS OF DEAD AIR] : Well, getting back
to the scene where Barry won't accept the fact that his
television doesn't know when he wants it to change
channels . . . . I'm wondering if you ever had that -- uh --
problem in your own life.
LARRY [HEATEDLY] : Well, why should he accept that?
Barry is a writer , not some kind of soulless technician!
It's easy enough for people to go up to someone sensitive
like Barry and insist that he change the channel himself
-- hell, we all have things we'd like to change in our
lives if we could -- but if he could do that, I wouldn't be
the person that he is!
TERRY: You know, it's funny, Larry, but talking to you now
reminds me of a scene in your book where Barry is
describing his book to his agent. If I could just read from
your book for a moment:
"Well, Barry," said the agent, "Your protagonist, Harry,
seems essentially to be a self-portrait."
"It's really weird that you should get that impression,"
Barry responded.
LARRY: So what are you saying?
TERRY: Well, perhaps you could describe to our listeners
how you came to write that scene?
LARRY: Certainly, Terry. I was just sitting down at the
word processor when I realized I'd forgotten to brush my
teeth. So I turned off the computer and went into the
bathroom, which is two -- no, three doors down the hall
from my study, on the left. I unscrewed the toothpaste
cap and put a little on my toothbrush. Then I brushed
the front surfaces of my top teeth and -- this is
interesting -- you know how you're supposed to use
up-and-down strokes?
TERRY: Uh-huh.
LARRY: Well, that's how I did it. Then I brushed the back
surfaces and the chewing surfaces, and then I did the
same for the bottom teeth. Then I rinsed my mouth and
screwed the toothpaste cap back on. So anyway, some of
your listeners may be aware of how some bathrooms
have light switches on pull-chains and others have wall
switches. Well, mine has a wall switch. So I went to the
wall switch and switched the light off, and then I went
back to the computer and wrote that scene you just read.
TERRY: We're going to take a short break.
Copyright © 1992, 1996. J & H Caws-Elwitt. Revised -- August 25, 1996.