Write-On Prompt: Staying on the Road

Note: It was prompt night last night (2/15/22) at the Write-On Writing Group. We had a list of prompts last night to choose from that included "Write about an argument" and "Write something that includes the color red." So I combined the two. I am on a stretch of traveling both personally and professionally, so I guess the feeling on being alone in a hotel room was in the back of my mind.

Staying on the Road 

The desk clerk at the hotel was an Indian man who spoke in broken English from a mouth with broken teeth in a hotel with mostly broken amenities. Ice machine – unplugged. Air conditioning on life support. Television, four channels, all of which were in Spanish. Pool drained. Shower leaky. Key card defective.

“Enjoy your stay,” the clerk had told Harold, probably assuming only a person that enjoys inconvenience would follow through with staying the night there.

Harold grumbled a thanks out of habit.

“You are always soooo damn polite,” Susan shouted in his mind. “Tell that idiot this place looks like it fell out of his butthole.”

“What good would that do?”

“Maybe it’d inspire him to pick up a mop or something.”

“I doubt it.”

Harold had these conversations in his head all the time with Susan. The bickering little back-and-forths that had marked their twenty years of marriage. After a few minutes, his key card found the right spot near the door handle for his room, a dim green light flashed and there was a croaking sound. He grabbed the handle and the lock gave way.

The room reeked of stale marijuana and old cheese. The bedspread was a dark red with an even darker red spot about the diameter of a basketball in the middle.

“Jaysus,” Susan’s voice sounded. “Call the cops, we found the crime scene.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, if you were staying in Baghdad, maybe.”

“Where was I supposed to go?”

“How about the Holiday Inn five minutes down the street?

“Who do I look like, Donald Trump?”

“Jaysus,” Susan’s favorite expression sounded again. “All I am saying is you might as well sleep in the dumpster; it would be cleaner.”

Harold dropped his bag on the floor. It had his change of clothes for the conference the next day. He attended a dozen conferences a month these days, peddling his company’s shit while wearing a wrinkled suit and thinning hair. None of the young kids wanted to hit the road like this, shake hands with a customer, look a man in the eye when he gave him his word. These kids couldn’t sell water to a dying man in a desert.

“You’re kidding yourself,” Susan replied to his thoughts. She was always only a moment away from interjecting. He went to the bathroom, turned the handle for warm water on the sink and something brown spewed forth from the faucet.

“I know sales.”

“You don’t know, jack. Those kids make a dozen sales with emails while you’re trying to find a parking spot.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Jaysus, this doesn’t have anything to do with sales.”

“Oh yeah, Ms. Smarty, what’s it about then?”

“You know.”

Harold looked in the mirror, his sad eyes refusing to meet the reflection. He’d been on the road for the better part of the last two years, stopping at home only long enough to retrieve bills and use the washing machine.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he whispered, unbuttoning his shirt and removing his belt.

“You stay on the road so you don’t have to admit that I’m not at home.”

He turned off the bathroom light, wanting a hot shower, but assuming the water here would probably only make his skin itch or burn. Plopping on the bed, he switched on the TV, a bunch of masked Mexican wrestlers jumped about on the screen.

“I miss you.” He said to the empty room. 

 

Pandemonium Season 1, Episode 5: Jailbreak (1991)

 

The walls of the kitchen were like a vise squeezing in on Maggie as she juggled a hot casserole pan and a barrage questions and comments winged at her from both directions. Richie was stuck on her medical issue, and RJ was trying to get the story on Richie’s suspension. And both were answering for her.

“He told the teacher what?”

“Will they cut your boob off?” 

“No, Christ, Richie.” 

“Get bent.” 

“Don’t say that to me, boy!”

“No, that’s what I said to the teacher.” 

“You both should take a break to eat something.” 

“Will all your hair fallout?” 

“Well, she doesn’t have much hair left.” 

“That’s true.” 

“Why the hell did you say that?”

“Well, it is true.” 

“No, why did you say that to your teacher?”

“Oh, that.” 

“He was washing his hands.” 

“Who?” 

“I was.” 

“When?” 

“When he should have been in class.”

“Do I have to go to your appointment? I can see the germs from here.” 

“Don’t start in on that shit!”

“That’s what got us in this situation to begin with.” 

“What?”

“You got a lump from the germs? I knew it!” Richie jumped from the table and went straight to the sink, poured a quarter of a bottle of dish soap on his small hands and turned the water on full blast. 

“Stop that,” Maggie shouted. “Washing your hands for twenty minutes is what got you in trouble, I didn’t get a lump from the germs.” 

“Christ!” RJ said. 

“Oh,” Bubbles were floating from the sink and into his hair. 

“I have had it with this shit,” RJ stood, grabbed his son by the elbow, and dragged him away from the sink.

“Hey, that hurts.” 

“RJ, stop that.”

“You are going to spend the next two weeks getting over this once and for all. We’ve spent thousands of dollars at the shrink and that hasn’t worked. Now, it’s my turn, I am going to break you of this washing business if I have to beat it out of you.” 

“RJ!” Maggie yelled, but her husband was lugging Richie from the kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom. The boy was screaming, and her husband was listing all the things he was taking away. TV. Books. The record player. Candy. Soda. Anything that could be named, RJ was shouting it, not that Richie could possibly have heard him. Not that it mattered anyways, come five in the morning, RJ would be out of the house for twelve hours leaving Maggie to be the warden of this prison he was creating. Typical of him, set a bunch of rules that he couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to enforce, putting her in the position of dealing with her angry son or dealing with him when he came home to find most everything had returned to normal. 

RJ plopped Richie on his bed. 

“You’ll stay in here and think about what I just said.” 

“I hate you!” Richie’s face was beat red, his eyes filled with tears, and his hands were still drenched in water and soap. RJ slammed the bedroom door, behind it something heavy and hard hit it. 

Maggie eyed her husband, who was wearing a dirty t-shirt and blue jeans. His stomach pushed at the seams at the shirt. He was still basically fit, but the years and the beers were catching up with him. 

“Really.” 

“I’m done coddling him.” 

“You think taking everything away just a few hours after finding out his mother might have cancer was the right move?”

“Someone had to do something.” 

She wanted to slap him. That damn line: “Someone had to do something.” He had said the same thing to her the night they had met, seconds after he leaned in for a kiss. 

“What was that?” she had asked, flirting at the time with the sounds of Led Zeppelin roaring from the bar’s jukebox. 

“Well, someone had to do something,” RJ had said, grinned and kissed her again. 

That felt like a thousand years ago, and the charm of the line was completely lost on her now. She followed him back to the kitchen. She had met RJ Glenn when she was in college, and he was working construction on a bridge at the edge of campus. He had walked into a bar one Thursday night while she was filling the jukebox with quarters to play about two hours of Zeppelin. That was enough to win him. He was young, bronzed from working outside, and still had a hint of bad boy gleam in his eyes, that little gleam she’d learned later he’d inherited from his father, the real bad boy of the family. RJ and his father had never got along, and even though RJ was determined not to make the same mistakes as Ricky Dean Glenn, he was doing a grand job of finding all kinds of other mistakes to make. 

“You can’t just expect Richie to stop because you say so,” she said. 

“Why the hell not? I’m his father.” 

“Because he can’t control it no more than you can control having to go to the bathroom. It’s his compulsion.” 

“Oh, don’t get me that psychobabble, if we give him some tough love, he’ll change.” 

“No, he’ll get worse.” 

“Whatever.” 

“So, are you going to stay home and enforce all these rules for the next two weeks?”

RJ eyed her. Their arguments had verged on the precipice of violence for the last few weeks, both too proud to admit part of their anger was fear over her prognosis. Neither could admit that much like their son, their emotions compelled them to behave in certain ways, and this tension brought out the worst in both of them. 

“Fine, do whatever you want,” he said. “I’m going to the bar.” 

He stormed away.

“That’s just great, and who is that just like?” She went to the sink, finally turning off the water, and didn’t bother to listen to his reaction. She knew where to hit him where it hurt. Running had been Ricky Dean Glenn’s specialty, and any comparison to Ricky would just spur RJ’s anger. Maggie didn’t cry, she just put her hand to her heart and then felt a little lower to that alien being clinging to her body, the one that reminded her that when life felt like it was going completely to shit, there was always something worse just waiting around the corner. She squeezed it like a zit, but the damn thing wouldn’t pop. Maggie didn’t cry. She never cried. 

From the Beat: Goodbye, Grobber

 

I suppose every person must reconcile Pluto’s standing in our solar system at some point. That frozen sphere on the outskirts of our neighborhood has been a source of speculation for the better part of the last two decades after scientists first indicated that Pluto might not, in fact, be a planet. In an age where identity is everything, this change in planetary designation dwarfs any concerns about bathrooms signage or pronoun usage we mere humans can manage.

Two great scholars of our time have tackled the issue. The first I was aware of was Les Grobstein. 

Anyone who works nights knows that there is a different rhythm to the world when you are awake while the rest of the world is asleep. My shifts at SVM were a strange combination of second and third shift, and often I was driving home at 2 AM or 3 AM, and the voice riding along with me was the Les Grobstein, the overnight host for 670 AM The Score, the sports talk radio station based out of Chicago.

Grobstein, 69, who died on Sunday, was an eccentric callback to radio days of yore. He spent most of his shows taking calls from the eclectic night birds of the upper Midwest between dropping detailed accounts of any and every sporting event of the last fifty years. Grobstein had an encyclopedic memory, and he never hesitated to display it. He had antiquated radio bits like “Bum of the Week” and sometimes a caller’s joke was lost on him, but it all fit into the overnight vibe beautifully. He did the show five nights a week, often from 10 PM to 5 AM, and often, he did them alone. In contrast, most of the daytime hosts have three hour shows and they are often two-person on-air crews with a slough of support staff and guests.

I met Grobber twice in my days as a sports scribe, both times at Soldier Field. One time I rode the elevator to the press box with him, admiring the vintage tape recorder he slung over his shoulder. He talked a lot, including an unusual amount of swearing for a guy that spent so much time on the air, but he was affable and friendly to every face in the media box whether they worked for the Chicago Tribune or a little paper like SVM.

Anyways, Grobber was the biggest proponent of Pluto, never hesitating to ridicule a caller or any scientist that dared deprive that glorious sphere of its title as a planet. He would get legitimately upset about the issue, something I must confess to never truly understanding. Perhaps, a change like this disrupted some coding in Grobber’s encyclopedic mind. Maybe he was just passionate about the planet. Or maybe, like so many of us, it just feels like this world and universe too often changes too much and too fast. We want to cling on to everything that was fact and feel assured that it will be fact for eons after we’re gone. Maybe it gives us comfort, hoping that our own memory will have a similar lasting standing.

Here is a link to Grobber talking about Pluto: Boers and Bernstein: Les Grobstein Discusses Pluto's Dwarf Planet Status - YouTube

I don’t think Grobber had to worry about his place in the sports solar system. From the outpouring of support on social media, it's easy to see he’s left an indelible impact on the sports scene in Chicago and around the country. I know he’ll always be part of the wealth of memories I’ll keep from my time at SVM.

Oh, the other scholar to tackle the Pluto issue. Well, another Illinoisian, of course. John Prine. He handled it with a little more humor in the song “The Lonesome Friends of Science.” I think a bit from the lyrics is an appropriate way to end this post. Goodnight, Grobber. I look forward to tuning you in on the other side.

Poor old planet Pluto now
He never stood a chance no how
When he got uninvited to
The interplanetary dance
Once a mighty planet there
Now just an ordinary star
Hanging out in Hollywood
In some old funky sushi bar

 

The lonesome friends of science say
The world will end most any day
Well, if it does, then that's okay
'Cause I don't live here anyway
I live down deep inside my head
Well, long ago I made my bed

 (All right to John Prine and Oh, Boy Records). 

Link to the song: https://open.spotify.com/album/13UwfQZqne7ZQIkUZsAPLg?si=0_xlKSewRBeVL7diD2EMZA

2021 Books in Review: Part 5

The Abstinence Teacher by Tom Perrotta

Synopsis: High School Sex Education teacher Ruth Ramsey finds herself in the crosshairs of her community’s conservative evangelicals after making a flip remark during a class. She also crosses paths with one of them on a personal level, Tim, her daughter’s soccer coach who is also a recovering addict.

My thoughts: This is an example of taking a current issue and creating a narrative around it. The reviews I read, and I probably would have to agree, is that it was a bit on the nose, and not surprisingly in this day and age, lacked the voice reason between to the opposite points of view. I guess being raised Lutheran, I thought the Christian side was handled with a heavy hand. I think a book with the goals of this one needed something to balance the discussion, and the character of Tim just doesn’t live up to that.

The Last Camel Died at Noon by Elizabeth Peters

Synopsis: Egyptologist Amelia Peabody and her family find themselves stranded in the desert while trying to rescue a wealthy heir in search of his long-lost relatives.

My thoughts: I know this genre has a huge following, but the combination of this being a diary and the voice being Victorian just made this a stagnant and at times irritating read. Just felt to me like this book (published in 1992) and its ilk just haven’t aged well. The diary aspect removes any suspense (well, of course they make it, since she’ writing about it), and the time-period voice feels condescending.

Wishin’ and Hopin’ by Wally Lamb

Synopsis: This is humorous story follows fifth grader Felix Funicello, a distant cousin of Annette Funicello, as he navigates the holiday season.

My thoughts: The tone of this is completely different from the other Lamb novel I read, which was dark. I think this is a lesson in how to tell a story and not let the writing get in the way. The style is direct, and the voice is spot on for the subject matter.

I’ve also read by Wally Lamb: She’s Come Undone

The House at Tyneford by Natasha Solomons

Synopsis: Nineteen-Year-old Elise Landau flees from Vienna in 1938 to England, trading a life as the daughter of an opera singer and writer to that of a parlor maid. The backbone is the early stages of the WWII and the secondary theme is the transition away from the traditional English social system.

My thoughts: This hits many of the beats of a WWII era narrative, and does it well. While a love story ensues, there is some misdirection, and the overall story is the reconnecting of Elise with her sister, the lone remaining member of her family to survive the Nazi occupation of Austria.

The Honk and Holler Opening Soon by Billie Letts

Synopsis: An ensemble cast of characters come together around the sleepy Oklahoma diner known as “The Honk and Holler Opening Soon.” The heart of the story is the budding relationship between the diner’s owner Caney Paxton and the mysterious newcomer Vena Takes Horse.

My thoughts: I enjoy this sort of slice of life, set piece stories where literary themes and aspirations are put to the litmus test of ordinary people living ordinary lives. Some of the language and treatment of minorities might be a bit outdated in this era, but it also lends to the realism of the narrative.

The Killing Tree by Rachel Keener

Synopsis: Recent graduate Mercy Heron falls in love with the wrong boy and finds out how influential her domineering grandfather is in their small Appalachian community.

My thoughts: While I liked this book, and it didn’t hesitate to swim in the symbolism pool for long periods. Symbolism isn’t my strength as a writer or a reader.

2021 Books in Review: Part 4

 

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

Synopsis: Boiling this one down to a few sentences is near impossible. The narrative is five separate stories told in very different styles with the idea of reincarnation being the skeleton connecting the characters from different time periods. Again, there’s so much going on in terms of plot, symbolism, and theme that nothing I write here would do it justice.

My thoughts: This would be a book I’d like to have studied in a class because I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not smart enough to fully get it all. It’s a study on how to tell a story – or how many ways you can tell a story from letters to an interview, to spoken word narrative, to classic mystery novel first-person limited POV, to film, through music. This book is a challenge, and if you like challenging reads, I’d recommend this one.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

Synopsis: This is the semi-autobiographical story of a young Irish girl growing up poor in New York in the early 1900s. The part that sticks with me is the scene where she and her brother must get vaccinated for smallpox. It was mandatory (yes, people forget that vaccines being mandatory is nothing new and this was the early 1900s when medicine had less idea of what they were doing), and most poor people and immigrants thought the vaccine was really a ruse to exterminate them. It was such a relevant scene even though it was written like sixty years ago.

My thoughts: Having read Angela’s Ashes, I sort of struggled to get into this one, as it felt like another version of the poor Irish immigrant in New York story. That being said, it had a great, straightforward voice, capturing the world through the eyes of a teen girl.

Stardust by Neil Gaiman

Synopsis: This is a semi-dark fairy tale about a teen boy, Tristran Thorne, venturing into the land of Faerie to recover a fallen star for the girl of his dreams. The star, once fallen, takes on a human form, and is also being hunted by a witch, who needs to take the star’s life to prolong her own.

My thoughts: I previously read American Gods by Gaiman, and while this book and that fall loosely under the same general genre, this one is not nearly as heavy or dark. This holds the fairy tale voice even when things do get dark, and that made it a relatively quick read.

I’ve also read by Neil Gaiman: American Gods

Broken Harbor by Tana French

Synopsis: Dublin Murder Squad Detective Scorcher Kennedy is assigned a case that appears to be a murder-suicide involving a father, mother and two children. The catch being the murder takes place in the same area of Ireland where Kennedy’s family vacationed when he was a child and where his own mother died from suicide.

My thoughts: French has developed a series of mysteries, always pulling a detective from a previous book to be the lead in the next. Her other trope is that the new lead detective always is assigned a case that brings back memories from their own past traumas. French has a great style, but I am hoping that she can break away from the crutch of the main detective character falling completely apart by a case with ties to their past. I mean, how many times could that happen in one unit.

I’ve also read by Tana French: Into the Woods, The Likeness, Faithful Place

Places in the Dark by Thomas H. Cook

Synopsis: Dora March arrives in Port Alma, Maine in 1937, and within a year, she has altered the lives of two brothers – leaving one dead and the other on the verge of madness.  

My thoughts: This is a concisely written story with a nice twist at the end. I didn’t have high expectations for this one going in, as it had sat in our pile of books for a couple years, but it proved to be one of my favorites of the year.

2021 Books in Review - Part 3

 

The Winter People by Jennifer McMahon

Synopsis: When Ruthie’s mother disappears from their rural Vermont home, she and her younger sister, Alice, confront the tragic and dark history of the home that includes the disappearance of another woman almost one hundred years earlier.

My thoughts: This is a well told horror story, the strength of which benefits from various storytelling methods including flashbacks told through the diary of the woman lost nearly one hundred years earlier. The shifting in time and style helps build the suspense.

Pilgrims by Garrison Keillor

Synopsis: Mr. Keillor takes some of his Lake Wobegon characters and sets them on the task of decorating a native war hero’s grave in Italy. The main character, Marjorie Krebsbach spearheads the trip in an attempt to save her flailing marriage.

My thoughts: Keillor has an authentic Midwestern voice, which appeals to me. His characters are mirrors of those I’ve grown up around, people with interesting stories who seldom want any sort of attention drawn to them.

I’ve also read by Garrison Keillor: Lake Wobegon Days, Pontoon, Lake Wobegon Summer of 1956, Wobegon Boy

Animal Dreams by Barbara Kingslover

Synopsis: Codi Noline returns home to tend to her dying father and confront the ghosts of her past. She winds up falling for an Apache trainman and discovering an environmental catastrophe that is quickly eroding the town’s way of life.

My thoughts: Kingslover is an intimidating read as a writer, her stories are well-weaved with threads of plot, symbolism, theme, and heart. Her books are explorations of humans, the world, and life.

I’ve also read by Barbara Kingslover: The Bean Trees, Pigs in Heaven, The Poisonwood Bible, Prodigal Summer, The Lacuna, Flight Behavior, High Tide in Tuscon

Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer

Synopsis: This is Krakauer’s retelling of his ill-fated ascent of Mount Everest in May of 1996. A sudden storm plus some questionable decisions made by guides cost numerous lives and left those remaining guilt-ridden and pointing fingers at what went wrong.

My thoughts: Krakauer’s other books have been in-depth investigations of others, while this one put Krakauer right into the middle of the story. While this book received criticism from some on the ascent, most have accepted he portrayed things as accurately as possible, considering he also was delirious from the altitude and exhaustion for parts.

I’ve also read by Jon Krakauer: Into the Wild, Under the Banner of Heaven

Rainwater by Sandra Brown

Synopsis: David Rainwater checks into Ella Barron’s boarding house in Depression Era Texas, and soon the strain of the times explodes in the small town as racial and economic tensions boil over. The independent Ella also becomes drawn to Rainwater, who takes an interest in her autistic son.

My thoughts: This hit all the points for a historical fiction romance. I got the sense it was a departure from straight romance for the author, and probably could have been further developed for an even deeper story about the times and how those times apply to today’s world.

2021 Books in Review - Part 2

The Bazaar of Bad Dreams by Stephen King

Synopsis: This is a short story collection, most of which deal with mortality in one form or another.

My thoughts: While this might sound wrong considering King might be the most prolific novelist of this era, I think he might be at his best in the short story realm. It keeps him grounded, it limits the amount we see his monsters, and focuses his ideas. Not that I don’t like many of his novels, it’s just his short stories always seem to have more impact.

I’ve also read by Stephen King: Too many to list. Some are hits, some are misses. I’d recommend the Dark Tower Series, The Stand, and any of his short story collections including Night Shift.

A Son of the Circus by John Irving

Synopsis: I don’t think I can do any better than this from Goodreads about this book, it’s a “pandemonium of servants and clubmen, dwarf clowns and transvestite whores, missionaries and movie stars. This is a land of energetic colliding egos, of modern media clashing with ancient cultures, of broken sexual boundaries.”

My thoughts: John Irving always puts the magnifying glass in places most other writers never seem to consider looking. He creates characters from a variety of backgrounds with interests ranging the spectrum. I always get done with his books and wonder how a mind could ever conjure such limitless boundaries to their real-world tales.

I’ve also read by John Irving: A Prayer for Owen Meany, The World According to Garp, The Cider House Rules, A Widow for One Year, Until I Find You.

I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley

Synopsis: This is a collection of creative nonfiction essays portraying the struggles of the author as she continually reaches for the stars but comes up short.

My thoughts: My favorite writing course in college was Creative Nonfiction, and the columns and features I wrote at the paper tended to veer in that direction. Just like reading short story collections, I like books like this to explore another way to tell a good story. I wouldn’t say this was my favorite collection, certainly not on the level of some of Chuck Klosterman’s collections, but it still had its humorous and poignant parts.

Disobedience by Jane Hamilton

Synopsis: Seventeen-year-old Henry Shaw discovers that his mother is having an affair when he starts reading her emails. His relationship with his mother becomes strained, yet he keeps the secret from his father and younger sister.

My thoughts: Again, I like to see how different approaches to common arcs influence a story. There are plenty of stories of infidelity, but few told through the eyes of a son, whose knowledge comes from spying on his mother’s emails. It creates an interesting dynamic and tension which is magnified by the behavior of the other characters, including the sister who is an avid Civil War reenactor.

I’ve also read by Jane Hamilton: A Map of the World

American Nerd by Benjamin Nugent

Synopsis: This is a combination of an academic analysis of the nerd stereotype in media, literature, schools, and the general public, and Nugent’s application of this knowledge to his own level of nerdiness and its roots in his childhood.

My thoughts: I wanted this to be better, but I think he needed to pick a lane. The academic side, while at times interesting, dragged, and the personal essay portions all seemed kicked to the last half or third of the book and felt like they missed the mark at times. I’ve certainly had ideas like this and struggled to find the best way to turn the idea into a narrative.