From the archives:
Atelier26 publisher M. Allen Cunningham had the pleasure of introducing Harriet Scott Chessman at her Powell's Books appearance in Portland, Oregon in mid-February 2014. Here are his remarks.
There’s one hallmark of the reading life that any serious reader knows well, and it’s a thing I’ve come to think of as a literary equivalent of homesickness. This special kind of homesickness is a wonderful, mysteriously gratifying feeling. It’s the very particular and impossible wish, as a reader, to be able to relive your first experience of certain books. You envy your earlier self for its indescribably enriching communion with this or that work of literature. You could say that as readers we actually seek this homesickness from one book to the next.
Since around 2001, Harriet Scott Chessman has produced a series of slim, luminous novels, each of which has been that kind of rare and unforgettable reading experience for me. If you already know Harriet’s work, you know what I’m talking about.
Lydia Cassatt Reading the Morning Paper, Someone Not Really Her Mother, Ohio Angels – each of these short books is a singularly beautiful tone poem of kinds, each one wistful, elliptical, and lit with late-summer or autumnal tints, touched on every page by the light of life as seen by characters facing profound transformations, eyes wide open. Always there’s a tinge of tragedy, but always it is tragedy born of the very beauty of existence. A Chessman novel is a story that says what all great poetry says: to live is glorious, and to be alive is to change, and change is painful, and change is life-giving. Lydia Cassatt, chronically ill sister to the lauded painter; or Hannah, in Someone Not Really Her Mother, an elderly woman whose mind is wandering uncontrollably back to her youth and the war in Europe; or Hallie in Ohio Angels, a young struggling artist and would-be mother visiting her Ohioan hometown, where her own mother suffers manic depression – these are characters radiant with consciousness and yearning. When you find a writer as powerful as this, you await their next work.
I first met Harriet in 2004. We were seated together at a bookseller dinner. I was twenty-six and very new to this “literary world.” I found her to be very nice, easy to talk to, a good listener, genuinely humble but in all ways serious about writing and literature. Great personal attributes, all, and pretty rare (I would soon understand their exceeding rarity in the world of writing and publishing). That evening, Harriet inscribed my copy of Lydia Cassatt Reading the Morning Paper, “To Mark, Traveling in spirit. Keep writing and writing!” I looked at these words and thought: “I am traveling in spirit. Traveling in spirit is exactly what I’m doing. How did she knowthis?”
Harriet and I crossed paths a few more times over the course of the next few years. While we were chatting on one of these occasions, I told her a bit about the way my second novel was shaping up, mentioning that it employed first, second, and third-person perspectives. Instead of the sidelong pitying look so many others had given me when I shared this fact, Harriet’s eyes actually widened in delight at the weird idea. I still don’t know if she knows how encouraging that was. When that novel was published, I sent Harriet a copy. Rare soul that she is, she not only read the book, but responded at length in writing. Still more encouragement from a novelist I so admired.
We kept in touch by e-mail. Harriet was working on her fourth novel, I my third. Now and then I would send her a note of greeting, usually with a word about my book’s progress. In the main, I was eagerly hoping to learn the publication date for hers, and I would always take care to fold the question in amid the padding.
My own notes grew gradually more grumpy. My book was done, it was being “shopped around,” as they say, and the wide indifference, occasional dismissiveness, and across-the-board irrelevance of the editorial responses was starting to get to me.
Around us, the publishing world seemed to be imploding. All this chatter about e-books and self-publishing, Amazon’s thuggish discounts; the Big Six oozing into Five like a deflated soufflé; the legendary Knopf saving its bacon by picking up a series of Swedish potboilers; all those unpaid publisher invoices when Borders went down.
Apocalyptic days. You could hear in the Zeitgeist, like an icy, cosmic echo, the words tossed off in those horrid conference rooms at the top of the world: “Midlist?Wha’ the hell is that? Who needs it?”
About this time, Harriet dropped a passing hint about that fourth novel of hers, something that led me to understand that it was finished, had been finished a while, and that the new publishing status quo had looked and seen not.
Harriet said she’d been told the book was “too quiet.” (What the hell does that even mean?)
I started to get angry. Even Harriet Scott Chessman’s glorious work had been put adrift!?
What do you do when you’re a novelist and you’re angry? Start a micropress, of course.
Here’s an example of how screwed up the mainstream publishing world is: they let The Beauty of Ordinary Things, the sublimely gifted Harriet Scott Chessman’s most powerful novel yet, be published by me!
Or maybe there’s something more Providential at work in all of this. Maybe it’s got something to do with “Traveling in spirit.” Maybe, a full ten years ago, Harriet called it.
When I first read the manuscript of The Beauty of Ordinary Things, and when the Irish/Boston voice of the young Vietnam vet Benny Finn began to live so richly, so honestly, and so movingly in my readerly head, it was a voice I recognized, unmistakably. Here was another one who was traveling in spirit.
Harriet has called this book her most personal novel. Benny Finn, she says, is “so much like me, sometimes I cannot distinguish between us.” She said she thinks of the book as “an homage to those who overcome challenges and find grace in their lives … I wish for grace in mine every day.” She says, “I wanted to do what I could to tell the truth, without bells or whistles.”
For almost two years now, I’ve lived in the pages of The Beauty of Ordinary Things, and I still cannot tell you how a novelist achieves such honesty on the page, such an exquisite emotional accuracy, or how a book can resonate in such – yes – quietude, and rise to such profound affirmation. One of the early notes of praise about The Beauty of Ordinary Things proclaims: “This book will open your heart.” Another says: “It would be hard to close this book and not feel changed.” They’re dead on.
I can hardly believe what good luck the collapse of literary publishing has been for me, to have been given this privilege, of working with such a magnificent writer and such a genuinely wonderful human being.
What an honor to welcome Harriet to Portland tonight. Please join me.
Coinciding with the release of our newest title Funny-Ass Thoreau, edited by Atelier26 publisher M. Allen Cunningham, Lit Hub is featuring Cunningham's full introduction to the book.
Here's a snippet:
"When I was fourteen my mother, exasperated by the onset of my teenage angst, handed me a Penguin paperback of Thoreau’s Walden and said, “Read this. The guy who wrote it was a rebel like you.” For some reason, I did as she suggested, and in Walden’s transcendental rants I found all my angsty teenage convictions gloriously and authoritatively ratified. Institutions were bad: they wanted to straitjacket my thoughts and crush my creativity; my elders were either corrupt or absent-mindedly hypocritical, either tyrannical or brainwashed, tragic or just pitiful; the dictates of fashion and good form were stifling and almost always ridiculous; money was a golden calf, prosperity overrated, and “making a good living” was a fool’s errand; as for our so-called government, it was just one big immoral business.
...For me, Thoreau’s writing was a drug. It knocked my neurons around. It worked me over completely, induced a sort of insanity, and actually changed the course of my life forever. And still, until quite recently, I did not get the jokes. Had you taken the pains to point out to me, at fourteen, the extent of the levity that permeates Walden and much of Thoreau’s writing, I might have punched you in the nose. ..."
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: November 7, 2016
Atelier26 Books is proud to announce that it is the recipient of a $2,000 Small Arts & Culture Grant from The Oregon Community Foundation. The grant will support the publication of a new work of literature slated for release in 2017.
“This material support from the Oregon Community Foundation is extremely meaningful,“ said Publisher M. Allen Cunningham. “One of my core beliefs about publishing is that quality books are far more than consumable goods, and shared reading experiences can foster community and cultural vitality. It is thanks to grants like this and generous donations from readers that Atelier26 is able to bring unconventionally beautiful and resonant works to the public. I hope that our recognition by the Oregon Community Foundation will encourage generous individuals to consider us for their year-end giving.” Cunningham notes that Atelier26 always accepts tax-deductible donations of any size through its website.
Atelier26 is an independent publisher in Portland, Oregon that exists to demonstrate the powers and possibilities of literature through beautifully designed and expressive books that get people listening, talking, and exchanging ideas. Our recent release, People Like You by Margaret Malone, was named a 2016 PEN/Hemingway Award Finalist for Debut Fiction and was awarded the Balcones Fiction Prize.
The mission of The Oregon Community Foundation is to improve life in Oregon and promote effective philanthropy. OCFworks with individuals, families, businesses and organizations to create charitable funds to support the community causes they care about. Through these funds OCF awards more than $60 million annually in grants and scholarships.The Foundation makes grants available through an application process that involves local citizens in the review and evaluation of requests for funds. Applications are available through the Foundation’s Portland office. Individuals or businesses interested in establishing a fund should visit www.oregoncf.org.
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