When Your Story Is Engulfed in Flames
How Writing For Yourself Pleases No One

In anticipation of seeing David Sedaris speak in Princeton next month (birthday gift from Andrew!), I’ve been reading his older books. Barrel Fever, a collection of stories and essays, is disappointing compared to When You Are Engulfed in Flames and his more recent New Yorker articles.
I enjoy parts of it very much; Sedaris is a talented fiction writer and his love of words is apparent. But that is it, in fiction, sometimes we write in a vain way, to show off how gritty we can make the details or how distinctly we can build our sentences. But sometimes it turns out we’re just surfing the skin of our characters, we’re not making them vulnerable or memorable. We end up sacrificing depth of meaning for a sentence that sounds cool. The result is a piece that is enjoyable but not likely to be remembered.
I started a new job earlier this summer at an upscale corporate office. The building is massive–it has its own laundry service, car detailing, convenience store and full restaurant. It also has an atrium with a 15 foot waterfall. “There are trees growing inside the building.” I said to Andrew after my interview, “Trees!”
For the first few weeks I sat in the atrium for lunch, surrounded by palm trees and granite-everything, reading When You Are Engulfed in Flames. His work felt so honest and simple. It seemed natural. It made me want to write.
Atriums are beautiful architectural accomplishments, they give the illusion that the space held by the building is actually outside. But, they are also a fire hazard, as they allow flames to spread to the upper floors more quickly than in a normal structure. I find this a fitting metaphor for surfing the skin of your characters: when you favor flair over honesty, you compromise your piece. Those fancy words and shocking plot points all fade away once the story is over.
I know I’ve done this in my writing, a good example is the short fiction piece Leon Strathmore. I see now that I was showing off more than I was writing. I tried to create a quarky character but left the story with little substance. The result is a piece that quickly catches fire and falls away from the reader’s memory.

