I, for one, do not (or have not yet) get tired of good writers writing about writing. (Have you read Tobias Wolff’s Old School? You should.) As yet, I do not get tired of Stephen Dixon’s work. His forthcoming Meyer (Melville House, who also put together my current read, Old Friends) will deliver the goods, I am certain:
The twenty-sixth book of fiction by the award-winning Baltimore writer sets up a situation that the protagonist-Meyer, a prolific fiction writer from Baltimore-finds preposterous: writer’s block. After numerous books, Meyer has never experienced writer’s block before, and panic sets in.
In a story rife with Stephen Dixon’s trademark zest and style, Meyer proceeds to rifle through all the possible aspects of his life that could make for good fiction, and to try whatever it takes to get writing again. Sometimes sex with his wife helps, so he tries that without luck-several times, just to be sure. He wonders if he should try sex with one of the neighbors. He wonders if he should try writing about his parents’ death . . . again. He wonders about concocting awful things for himself and his family. He wonders about concocting wonderful things for himself and his family. He wonders what he’s doing, and tries sex with his wife again.
Ladies and gentlemen… trademark zest. Sold!