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Autobiographical Fiction -Life of Peter McCarthy

Updated on March 2, 2015

The Imagination Behind Peter McCarthy

Peter's story starts in the Fifties, picks up speed in the Sixtes and makes it way past 9/11 and the America in the new century.
Peter's story starts in the Fifties, picks up speed in the Sixtes and makes it way past 9/11 and the America in the new century. | Source

Fusible Links, Seeds of Fiction, Intimacy of Autobiography

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Fusible Links

In some of America's most difficult years, when the definition of what it is to be American was being reshaped, Peter McCarthy tried to get his footing.

 

Ten Years Making Autobiographical Fiction

This month, after nearly ten years, I finished the fictional autobiography of Peter McCarthy, a character I have carried around in my head since I wrote my first novel, using his name as the title, when I was twenty.

In the three novels that make up The Autobiography of X, Peter is influenced by larger than life personalities, each of them as fictional as he is.

His models are Holden Caulfield and Henry Miller, the main characters in books that inspired me to write stories in the first person.

With Catcher In The Rye becoming wildly popular in the Sixties when I was growing up, J. D. Salinger's autobiographical character got our attention by calling out the phoniness he saw all around him.

He invented some of his stories, oblivious to their unbelievability. He also had an endearing haplessness about him, his love for his sister nearly overruling his determined rebellion.

With Henry Miller, it was different. Miller did not take the trouble to give his ribald character a new name.

In the Tropic novels and The Rosy Crucifixion that followed, the first person narrator was "Henry."

He disguised everyone else though, sometimes with acid indifference. The wife he left behind in New York when he took off for Paris is "the wife." Their child: "the kid."

I wrote my last three novels in their style, not only because Miller and Salinger inspired me, but because I learned that writing in the first person lets you take enormous liberties.

You can give your character insights that you'd have a hard time explaining in the third person, and like Saul Bellow, with his characters Moses Herzog and Charlie Citrine, you can run off stream of consciousness riffs that resemble how we run stories through our heads, making free association connections with poetic license.

Poetry is what I always wanted to write anyway, but like Bob Dylan, I had to run my poetry through a different format to get it read. He used music, and I use prose.

My longtime goal was to write fiction as well as Bob Dylan wrote songs. It's a lofty goal I never reached, but striving for it made me better, much better.

Peter McCarthy Begins His Fictional Autobiography - In The Garden of What Was and Was Not

I batted around using some of my own stories as foundations for fictions for a long time.

The biggest obstacles were embarrassingly obvious. First, no part of my life ever had the structure you normally find in novels, even loose fitting ones like Anne Tyler's.

What was worse was the fact that not enough ever happened to me justified writing my own autobiography.

Don’t get me wrong. My life hasn’t been dull. But I'm just a guy.

I didn't start Apple Computer in my garage or have a mind blowing near death experience.

On the other hand, I had some interesting adventures to share, and I had some ideas worth putting into a conversation.

Then, it dawned on me one day.

My fictional autobiography would be stories built around ideas.

Structure? To hell with conventions!

I'd keep readers alert by time-shifting, making connections across time in ways that happen only with memories.

I was excited, and I started writing about that night when I learned not to be frozen by fear and let it become my teacher instead.

The Garden of What Was and Was Not: The Autobiography of X
The Garden of What Was and Was Not: The Autobiography of X

When my friend, Lisette, told me she startled other passengers on the subway when she broke out laughing while reading "The Garden of What Was and Was Not," I knew I had met one goal.

I wanted my book to be as funny as it was fierce.

Lisette flashed the cover at strangers to show them what she was reading. You can’t buy that kind of advertising.

Although there were going to be other books that extended the Autobiography of X, each had to be complete in itself.

Robert Caro could write a multi-volume biography of LBJ, but no one was going to buy a book about my early years and wait in eager anticipation of the next.

So, although I started "The Garden of What Was and Was Not" with an incident based on something that really happened when I was sixteen, before I finished, I wrote about the World Trade Center Disaster and things that Peter went through in the years between.

More concerned about letting out buoys to help readers navigate, I titled each chapter with the year in which most of the story occurred, a convention I dropped later in favor of letting readers take a sort of untethered joy ride through Peter’s life.

 

The Autobiographical Fiction Continues - Traveling Without A Passport

What I had in mind when I started writing my fictional autobiography was a reflection on how external events became part of Peter's growth.

Like mine, his personal history encompassed two world-changing events.

The first was the assassination of John F. Kennedy, a disaster from which our country would never fully recover, and the September 11 attacks in 2001 that destroyed thousands of lives but, at the same time, stripped bare some of our country’s best and worst kept secrets.

These were public anchors for my generation, yet between them were the times in which we really lived our lives.

Traveling Without A Passport: The Autobiography of X-Book Two
Traveling Without A Passport: The Autobiography of X-Book Two

"Traveling Without A Passport" was a title chosen to reflect the rootlessness Peter felt in an America that was rapidly and somewhat chaotically redefining itself.

The Seventies were years that found our country on a kind of truth serum but not willing to admit it once the effects wore off.

I wanted Peter to be a man who defaulted to truth, wherever it took him, and by early 1976, the Bicentennial Year, it took him to San Francisco, a decade after all the hippies left, where he was what E. E. Cummings once described as “a man, an artist, a failure,” at a kind of transcendental dead end, dealing with Cumming’s declaration that he nevertheless “MUST PROCEED.”

"Traveling Without a Passport" is about turmoil.

Peter’s marriage has fallen apart in an extended decline, and he carries around two other loves he cannot reconcile with the details of his own peripatetic life.

Neither can he find a job he cares about long enough to stay with it.

He finds himself dangling free in San Francisco, disillusioned over what has become of his life so far, without much of an idea of where to go from there.

But he manages to keep his spirit and his sanity long enough to take himself back to a place and time where, at the least, things are familiar and his loved ones are not debilitating mysteries.

 

The End - The Messes I Made While You Were Waiting For Godot

Finishing any book is hard because you have to weigh the the question of whether you've told enough or gone on too long.

When wrapping up a three book fictional autobiography, those doubts are tripled. No book should have anything more than it needs, nor anything less, but how do you decide.

I agree with Fred Astaire's advice to Tony Bennett, applied to fiction. Once you get every song perfect, Astaire told him, when everything in your act is just right, take fifteen minutes out.

Funny thing was, with "The Messes I Made While You Were Waiting For Godot," it just came to me one day that I was done.

I'd said everything I wanted to say when I started, almost ten years before, and I'd told every story I wanted to tell. So, I went back through, snipped off my fifteen minutes worth, and put covers around it.

Like leaving anything else I have ever loved, I still felt like going back sometimes or putting up an auxiliary building (otherwise known as one more novel), but I decided to let go of Peter and maybe even fiction.

I'd done everything I set out to do, just as Peter had. It was time to move on.

The Messes I Made While You Were Waiting For Godot
The Messes I Made While You Were Waiting For Godot

"The Messes I Made While You Were Waiting For Godot" is an ironic twist on a preference for taking action.

Although Peter got into plenty of trouble, his inclination to always do something, even if it risked a train wreck, was leaps over the divide better than what Vladimir and Estragon got out of waiting for something (or someone) to happen in Samuel Beckett’s play.

That was always my main theme, but along with closing up as much of Peter McCarthy’s fictional autobiography as I will ever tell, there were themes and ideas that had to be wrapped up too.

What’s the value of love, and why does it matter? What is romance? And where does all that sex fit in?

What did Peter learn from his friends, his wives and his lovers? Is there a purpose in his life? Is it all just a chaotic carnival dressed up in acceptable clothes?

Before I hit the Save button for the last time, I answered all of that to the best of my ability. Honestly, there is so much more left to know that, in Peter’s opinion and in mine, the greatest adventures in being human are spurring us on into a future of discovery.

But The Autobiography of X is finished anyway.

 

My Literary Guides - J. D. Salinger, Henry Miller, Bob Dylan

I doubt any one of them thought they were teachers when they composed their best work, but teachers they were and are.

Tropic of Cancer
Tropic of Cancer

Tropic of Cancer came first, when Miller was struggling in Paris.

The reason I picked it as the best example here is because, in his opening chapter, he very clearly explains his preference for autobiographical novels and why.

 
The Catcher in the Rye
The Catcher in the Rye

Holden Caulfield was, it seems, pretty much J. D. Salinger in his teen years, with a twist of fiction.

Word of mouth among my friends made it a must read.

 

Two More Influences - Richard Brautigan and Larry McMurtry

Neither wrote as autobiographically as Miller or Salinger, although McMurtry came close with this one, but I learned a lot about how to write from reading both of them. These books took me into the world they invented.

All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers : A Novel
All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers : A Novel

There were so many ways this book played a role in my life, but I'll leave you with this - I haven't started a new novel in twenty years without reading it first to get in key, like tuning a piano.

 
Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America, The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster, and In Watermelon Sugar
Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America, The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster, and In Watermelon Sugar

Two of my favorite novels and a book of his magnetic poetry make this the bargain of the year.

 

© 2014 David Stone

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      David Stone 3 years ago from New York City

      @esmonaco: You may find a clinker, here and there, but thank you.

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      David Stone 3 years ago from New York City

      @ecogranny: Thank you, Kathryn.

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      David Stone 3 years ago from New York City

      @Gypzeerose: I guess that's a pay it forward thing from the whole gang that inspired me.

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      David Stone 3 years ago from New York City

      @Kylyssa: You're welcome. It's a little bit of license.

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      David Stone 3 years ago from New York City

      @favored: Thanks. It was. A long project can seem interminable at times. Fortunately, it wasn't.

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      Fay Favored 3 years ago from USA

      It's a good feeling to put that final "dot" at the end of the book. You have done well and I hope you have continued success.

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      Kylyssa Shay 3 years ago from Overlooking a meadow near Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA

      Congratulations and thank you. I finally understand why I love writing fiction in the first person! Thank you for the insight.

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      Rose Jones 3 years ago

      What a wonderful story! You are truly an inspiration to me as a writer.

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      Kathryn Grace 3 years ago from San Francisco

      Thank you for giving us this insight into a writer's journey. We were influenced by some of the same authors and stories, but then, we are of an age apparently. Amazing accomplishment. Congratulations!

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      Eugene Samuel Monaco 3 years ago from Lakewood New York

      Congradulations Dave on you accopmlishment, I've only read your work on squidoo, and you are an amazing writer!!!! I enjoy every word you write :)