Lydia Millet: Dreaming on Paper

Lydia Millet: Dreaming on Paper

In Fight No More, Lydia Millet’s second story collection—and her first since 2009’s Love in Infant Monkeys, a Pulitzer finalist—she assembles a cast of characters who’ve all been emotionally whipsawed by Los Angeles real estate. A Sid Vicious-loving teen resists his impending move by anti-staging his bedroom, making it actively repellent to house-hunters. A woman tagging along with her wealthy boyfriend on a home tour suddenly discovers that she won’t be a future cohabitant. A young woman desperately fakes her way into a nanny gig into a happy home, but can’t quite escape the attention of her sexually abusive stepfather.

Throughout the linked collection, Millet plays each of these characters’ stories and others as tragic, comic, or absurd. That range is her particular talent—few contemporary fiction writers have worked so successfully in such a wide variety of emotional registers. Across her career she’s delivered works of political satire (2000’s George Bush, Dark Prince of Love), madcap humor (2014’s Mermaids in Paradise), and dark suspense (2016’s Sweet Lamb of Heaven). But she started out almost defiantly unclassifiable: Her first novel, 1996’s Omnivores, which is reissued this month, is an arch study of parenting and marriage, capped by a study of a terrifyingly feral baby, William, who parrots headlines from the National Enquirer and resists every restraint. Not so different or less aggressive, Millet suggests, than a lot of grown-ups: “Natural selection was the name of the game and William was top of the food chain.”

Millet lives near Tucson, Arizona, where she works at an environmental nonprofit, the Center for Biological Diversity. In this conversation, edited and condensed for clarity, Millet discusses climate change and fiction, the peculiarities of real estate, and what the publishing world still neglects when it comes to women writers.—Mark Athitakis

The Barnes & Noble Review: You’ve lived in Arizona for years now, but it doesn’t show up much in your fiction.

Lydia Millet: There are scenes in Arizona in a couple of my books—there’s one in How the Dead Dream that has a Tucson cemetery in it. I love Tucson, and I love the Sonoran Desert. But LA and New York are both places I feel close to. LA is…I mean, it’s all the obvious things. I just find it kind of hideous and sublime. I often go with archetypes and stereotypes, and I don’t find Tucson to be easy to define. Whereas LA, there’s so many bold strokes that you can use.

BNR: Omnivores, your first novel, is being reissued. What do you recall about its creation?

LM: I wrote it when I was really young. I was 22, I think, or maybe 23, and I don’t think it came out till I was about 26. It took a while to be published because there was a really kind editor at the publishing company, Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, who took me under his wing. It’s the only time I’ve been extensively edited, I think, in my life. It wasn’t that he dictated anything; there were just a lot of passages he wanted me to work on. So we took a long time to put that book out. I really haven’t read it since then. I have this with a lot of my old books—they seem like other people wrote them. I just leave books behind.

BNR: It has what strikes me as the angriest baby in American literature.

LM: There’s a very ravenous baby in there.

BNR: What were you thinking about there? Because it seems like there’s a little bit of a throughline from that book to the present day—the relationship between humanity and ferality.

LM: I wanted to write this kind of cartoon in words. I wanted it to be very sort of iconic and have these readily identifiable symbols and characters who obviously weren’t who they were. The baby is obviously has to stand in for something. It’s obviously a proxy for something. At the time I was young and rejecting whatever I construed to be realistic fiction at the time. Obviously that can mean a million things, but I guess I wanted there to be no ambiguity about the fact that I was not writing anything Raymond Carver-like.

BNR: Did you feel like you were in part of a continuum of writers at the time or were you feeling more isolated?

LM: I did feel isolated. I did not feel I was doing what other people were doing. Certainly not what people were doing in writing workshops at the time. I make no pretense to having broken ground particularly, but I didn’t feel part of any wave. There was no wave that I knew of. I was in my twenties, and in your twenties you sort of define yourself by what you don’t like more than what you’re do like, especially if you’re a snotty urban person of a certain demographic. I was very sure what I didn’t like.

My first two books [Omnivores and George Bush, Dark Prince of Love: A Presidential Romance] were really sort of broad-stroke books, obviously either parodic or satirical. I actually like watching broad humor myself. I laugh at watching pratfalls. I’ve grown out of certain things; if things are too obvious now I can’t laugh at them anymore. But still I like pratfalls. I was just watching the season premiere of Silicon Valley, and there’s a scene where several people trip on the same like receptacle outlet, things sticking out from the middle of this hideous fluorescent office space. I laughed not only the first time but the second time. I just can’t help it. But then I became more interested in emotional tone and subtlety more when I was around 30. I just switched and I didn’t want to do the fish-in-the-barrel kind of humor anymore. I’m still happy to stoop to it, but my focus shifted.

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