This version of Would You Rather features some unique questions in support of Curbside Splendor's blog tour for Tom Williams's new release Don't Start Me Talkin':
Tom Williams's
Would You Rather
Would you rather be a comic or
a musician?
Both vocations either attract
tortured geniuses or turn ordinary people into tortured geniuses but a comic
might have to appear on the Bob and Tom Show to promote his appearance at the
Funny Bone in Waco. I'll take musician.
Would you rather be yourself
and live your life with your flaws exposed, or an invented self, though nobody
would know who you truly were?
Invented self. I don't know
who I truly am, so what's the diff if nobody else does?
Would you rather be Brother Ben, the performer, or
Mr. Mabry, the manager?
Brother Ben. Wilton Mabry has one path to follow;
Brother Ben has many. I made him up and still haven't tracked him down
fully.
Would you rather live in a world without music or a
world without books?
You guys aren't making this easy. I guess it would
be a world without music. I do, even in a time with music on my phone, in my
car, on my computer, go without it for days at time. But a day without a book?
Even to check the spelling of a word or to re-read a sentence I already know by
heart? I couldn't imagine it. I think every writer who watched the Twilight Zone
(which is every writer I know) shudders at the thought of that episode with
Burgess Meredith, "Time Enought at Last," where just as he prepares to read all
his books his glasses shatter. Yeah, I could hum and pat my knees for rhythm. A
world without books, nah. Can't deal with that.
Would you rather “tell everything you know” or stay
silent?
There's no room for compromise in Would You Rather,
is there? Okay. I'd rather "tell everything I know" because I have been for a
long time silent about a lot. I wonder if that's not the whole enterprise for me
as a writer, though: holding in the words until they're all ready to spill on
the page.
Would you rather play harp or
guitar?
I currently play guitar badly, so I'll opt for harp.
You can carry it in your pocket, nobody's going to bang you over the head with
it. And on the roads traveled by bluesmen, a hasty retreat can often be for the
best.
You’ve mentioned that you deal with race differently
as an biracial person. Would you rather be mixed racial or a single
race?
I'm just going to shut up now. I could carp and say
nobody's really a "single race," but then I'd not be playing the game right. And
the answer is, sure, I'd rather be mixed, just because it's the best of both
worlds, even if I've made a career out of feeling ambivalent about
it.
Would you rather be a well known author now or be
considered a literary genius after you’re dead?
NOW, NOW, NOW. You can't get on Oprah after you're
dead!
Would you rather write a book without using
conjunctions or have every sentence of your book begin with
one?
But why this false dilemma? And is this the right
question? Or should we consider that . . . I could go on. Every sentence begins
with one.
Would you rather write a plot twist you hated or
write a character you hated?
Plot twist. I don't even know if I know how to do a
plot twist. Seriously. And characters one hates--I don't think that's possible
for me. I really do like them all.
Would you rather have schools teach your book or ban
your book?
Ban, of course. If you want to see a young reader's
eyes glaze over, tell her this book will be on her English IV syllabus.
Would you rather be reduced to speaking only in
haiku or be capable of only writing in haiku?
Speaking. I'm inscrutable already. This would be a
natural progression into incoherence.
Would you rather critics rip your book apart
publicly or never talk about it at all?
"The only thing worse than being talked about,"
Oscar Wilde tells us, "is not being talked
about."
Would you rather give up your computer or pens and
paper?
Pens and paper. How can you look up Oscar Wilde
quotes on your Bic?
Would you rather have everything you think
automatically appear on your Twitter feed or have a voice in your head narrate
your every move?
I already have the voice in my head thing. Doesn't
everyone?
Would you rather read a book that is written poorly
but has an excellent story, or read one with weak content but is written
well?
We have become a bunch of word-squeezers, haven't
we? And you know, I've put aside plenty of books, but never because they didn't
soar in every sentence; it was because there was no story.We want both, of
course, and get that a lot. But yeah, give me story every
time.
Would you rather read naked in front of a packed
room or have no one show up to your reading?
Read naked. I've already had the other
experience.
Would you rather have one giant bestseller or a long
string of moderate sellers?
I think the one giant bestseller would be freeing.
You could just start throwing things around that you mightn't have considered
before.
Would you rather have every word of your favorite
novel tattooed on your skin or always playing as an audio in the background for
the rest of your life?
I like tats and prefer short novels, So, yeah, sure.
Book me an appointment and get out my copy of The
Moviegoer.
Would you rather become a character in your novel or
have your characters escape the page and reenact the novel in real
life?
Let the characters escape. I'm not too interesting.
I'd barely be worthy of a walk on role.
Would you rather write without using punctuation and
capitalization or without using words that contained the letter
E?
Of the two constraints, the one that strikes me as
most useful is the avoiding words with "E." Punctuation and Capitalization are
both too crucial to the construction of everything. It would be like taking out
mortar or bone.
Would you rather write an entire novel standing on
your tippy-toes or laying down flat on your
back?
Tippy-toes. I'd be better able to see what might be coming next.
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Tom Williams's newest book of
fiction, the novel Don't Start Me Talkin', is on shelves and available through
Amazon, Barnes and Noble now. He lives in Kentucky with his wife, Carmen
Edington, and their son.
Tom Williams is the man.
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