| STIM: In The Atlas, as in many of your books, the lines between fiction, journalism and autobiography are blurred. In what sense is The Atlas a work of fiction? | |||
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| Truth, then, is only important to you in your journalism? | |||
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| However, you, William T. Vollmann, are often present in your stories. Sometimes you even use your first name... | |||
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You might know me better than you think and you might not know me at all. |
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| Do you like that your readers feel as if they know you, that they feel as though they've somehow entered your mind? | |||
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Some of the things that people write and say about me sensationalize me and my life. I have no objection to that sort of thing. It's a free country; anyone can say what he or she wants. Besides, every time they talk about me and my life it helps sell my books. If people want to say 'William T. Vollman is a great adventurer', 'William T. Vollman is self-destructive' or whatever, that's OK with me. |
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| That said, does it interest you that people try to psychoanalyze you from your work? After all, that they try to figure out what's going on inside your head has something to do with the act of readingthere is a sense of intimacy when you read a book. | |||
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| I would think that people try to figure out how it is that you know so much about about the marginalized groups of people you often write about (e.g. prostitutes, skinheads) Also, that curiosity is likely augmented because your tone is never judgmental. | |||
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| But putting your work out in the public is the big step, right? | |||
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It is true, I don't make any bones about it, I've had sex with prostitutes in my life. I'm not ashamed of it. If they ask me, do I do those things now, with whom, when and where, I figure that's not anybody's business |
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| Why do you think people want to know? | |||
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The story I read last night about the guy in the camouflage jacket who forcibly donated his blood to the Thai prostitute is not me. I don't do things like that. But as it happened, without really thinking about it, I was wearing my camouflage raincoat. If people want to think what they want to think, that's OK. I didn't really know I was going to read that story until I got up there. |
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| But you do base your stories on the real stories of other people, stories that you've collected. Is there anything different between that curiosity and the curiosity that other people have about you? | |||
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As I said I'm not at all hostile about the curiousity. I think it's fine although I'm sort of surprised that people have it; when I read stuff by other people I'm more interested in the book than in the person. The book can stand or fall on its own merits. Either my stuff is good or it isn't. |
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| What do you find so compelling about other people's stories? Are there any stories you aren't interested in? | |||
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| Is there something more compelling about real stories than made up ones? | |||
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| In Whores For Gloria I had this sense that there were stories that were real and stories that weren't. It was interesting to me, then, that the central character was trying to construct this woman though other women's stories. | |||
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| In the title story of The Atlas there is a sense that memory is at times just too much to bear, that throughout the story [memories] are connected and then expunged. How do you feel about that interpretation? Do you feel like memories are a problem? | |||
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The protagonist of the story The Atlas, however, has had a lot of other problems, some that I have and some that I don't. He definitely feels that life has gone on too long and a lot of these memories can't be processed. There are too many things in the world, so many things that this richness is indigestible, confusing and ultimately, very threatening. He wants to forget. He wants to stop seeing all these things and he can't. That's the way I often feel when I see a television. I try never to watch television for that reason. |
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