The Wondrous Junot Diaz (This Is How He Keeps You)

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Photo by Keith Hood
“These are holy moments, a sacred communion,” Junot Diaz said as he began his November 11, 2012 talk at Lighthouse Writers* in Denver.  He was referring to the brief time he was about to spend with dozens of people crowded into the lower-level grotto of this historic Denver brownstone.   

 “Trust is essential in the teaching process,” Diaz told us. “It usually takes weeks, not just a couple hours.”   

 Of course, the fact that Diaz has not only received a Pulitzer Award for his novel The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, but was also just recently awarded a $500,000 MacArthur Fellowship, meant we were all pretty much ready to trust his genius, as well as his good intentions.  I think the fact that we trusted him right away might also have had something to do with the affectionate way he held his coffee cup.

That’s all we had with him Sunday, though—a little more than a couple of hours.  Within moments, Diaz challenged us to take the truths we thought we knew—those self-righteous belief systems about ourselves—and turn them inside out.  “Truth that doesn’t challenge our arrogance is no truth at all.”

Photo by Keith Hood
With his authenticity firmly established, he jumped into the meat of the session.  But first, a couple of disclaimers from me.  The quotes in these notes are not verbatim.  They are not transcribed from a recording of his talk, but rather were typed in the heat of the moment while I was listening.  And the moments were heated, as in intense—Diaz is passionate about literature.  

 He told us emphatically and numerous times that “literature saved me.”  He also had an endearing way of softly drawing out the word, “Yeah…” –as a question, an entreaty, a challenge, an affectionate way of softly wrapping his oral arms around the audience.  “Yeah…you know what I mean…yeaaaah?”  

 At the end of our time with him, he softly cajoled us, “Guys? Questions? You gotta have some questions."

Photo by Keith Hood
Second disclaimer, Junot didn’t talk about the use of the “N” word in his writing (google “Diaz and the   N word” and you’ll find some interesting reading, like this blog on Race and Speculation). Diaz also had an endearing way of using the “F” word, not just in his literature, but conversationally.  I’m including a few uses here because … well, to censor it would be just, well … wouldn’t be very Diazish, now would it?  

Want to read more about Junot's talk? Go to my NEWS page and download  Junot Diaz on Fear and Control in Writing.

*Page Lambert’s notes were taken November 11, 2012, in Denver, Colorado, during the Lighthouse Writers sponsored event, “Junot Diaz on Fear and Control in Writing.”   Thank you Andrea and Michael and all the Lighthouse staff!  And thank you Keith Hood for the use of your photos.

An advisor for the Rocky Mountain Land Library and member of the International League of Conservation Writers, Page Lambert has been writing about the western landscape and leading nature retreats in the West for twenty years. Founding member of Women Writing the West, member of Wyoming Writers and Colorado Authors’ League, Lambert’s writing can be found inside monumental sculptures at the Denver Art Museum, online at Huffington Post, and inside the pages of dozens of anthologies. Page designs and teaches graduate writing courses for the University of Denver’s University College. Recent published works include “Not for Sale” (Langscape Magazine and “The Rural West,” included in Fulcrum’s new book, The Light Shines from the West. Forthcoming are 3 poems in DoveTails: Writing for Peace. Page writes All Things Literary/All Things Natural from her mountain home west of Denver.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Thanks so much for this engaging insight into writing & Diaz's spirited beacon into the process...
Inspiration and practicality in equal measure. Ok now... pen to paper!
November 16, 2012 at 3:37 PM
Mary Pellerito said…
Thank you for sharing this with us. To get over my fears, trust myself, and love. Above all else, love. Love words. Love my life. Love myself.
November 17, 2012 at 4:58 AM
Page Lambert said…
Julie, I like your call to action - pen to paper! Diaz inspires us to do both, there's no doubt about that. Thank you.
November 17, 2012 at 7:22 AM
Connecting People with Nature, and Writers with Words said…
HI Mary. The prayer I cast across the waters before each river writing journey, or horse retreat, or weaving words and women in Peru, has always been, "Let each of us fall back in love with ourselves, and back in love with life." Yes. Above all else, love. Thank you.
November 17, 2012 at 7:23 AM
Learn English said…
Thanks for this -- I'm a big fan of Junot Diaz, and it's always interesting to read about how much he means to other people as well.

Thanks,
Monica
January 27, 2013 at 10:25 PM
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