In addition to
A Few Seconds of Radiant Filmstrip, Kevin Brockmeier is the author of the novels
The Illumination,
The Brief History of the Dead, and
The Truth About Celia; the story collections
Things That Fall from the Sky and
The View from the Seventh Layer; and the children’s novels
City of Names and
Grooves: A Kind of Mystery.
From Brockmeier's Q & A with Caroline Leavitt:
I've worshipped all of your novels, which usually have this eerie, almost otherworldly quality, but this particular memoir [A Few Seconds of Radiant Filmstrip] is heartbreakingly honest and to the point. So did you have to curb your impulse to have something strange happen in it?
Thank you, first of all, for your kind words about my novels. Strangeness does seem to be an abiding source of inspiration for me. I considered various alternate approaches to the material in A Few Seconds of Radiant Filmstrip, but ultimately I decided that the best way to reveal the story was to assume a single perspective—mine, as it existed some 28 years ago—and to approach the events of that year as simply and forthrightly as I could. That said, I did write the memoir in the third person and the present tense, itself a strange choice, but one that I hoped would allow me to make the book not only as candid but as tensile and suggestive as I wanted it to be. And there’s also a middle chapter that, while very intimate, very revealing, is largely divorced from the ordinary mimetic currents of the book—something on the order of autobiographical science fiction, and definitely a case of something strange happening.
Why do you think seventh grade is such a benchmark for everyone? And how were you able to remember so many of the details that so many of us would rather forget?
So many of the people I’ve spoken with about this book have said, “Seventh grade! Seventh grade was awful.” It was certainly the hardest period of my own childhood—the first year of middle school rather than the second where I come from, and a year when some of us were walking around inside the bodies of adolescents, some of us inside the bodies of children, and when those bodies didn’t necessarily correspond to how we were experiencing our minds. I felt...[read on]
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