{"id":10234,"date":"2017-03-13T20:15:17","date_gmt":"2017-03-14T00:15:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chimeraobscura.com\/vm\/?p=10234"},"modified":"2017-12-23T12:27:25","modified_gmt":"2017-12-23T16:27:25","slug":"episode-209-jeff-nunokawa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/chimeraobscura.com\/vm\/episode-209-jeff-nunokawa","title":{"rendered":"Episode 209 – Jeff Nunokawa"},"content":{"rendered":"

Virtual Memories Show 209: Jeff Nunokawa<\/a><\/p>\n

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“I want to use this media, which is all about going somewhere else, to say, ‘Just here. Just stop at these woods, this snowy evening. Just here.'”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"\"<\/a>For more than a decade, Princeton literature professor Jeff Nunokawa<\/a> has posted daily mini-essays using Facebook Notes. We talk about how he discovered that form, the audience that grew around his work, writing without links, the experience of producing a print edition of the notes<\/a>\"\", and his ambivalence over the final product. We get into the negative review that affirmed all of his self-doubts and pushed him toward his goal of becoming transparent, the benefits of consolatory drivel, dreaming of the next day’s note and making writing a source of pleasure, his mixed-race heritage (his dad’s Japanese, his mom’s caucasian-American) and his childhood in the 60s, his 30 years at Princeton, his joy at living in the same world as Torres and Ronaldo, and why you have to feel homesick before you feel home. Oh, and there’s a heartbreaking story of how he came out to his parents, plus I do a lot more talking than usual. This is one of those beautiful, soul-diving conversations, so\u00a0give it a listen!<\/a> And go buy note book<\/a>\"\" (Princeton University Press)!<\/p>\n

“My father said, ‘I was trying to turn you into a samurai, but you were actually a poet, and I went the wrong way.’ My father never apologized to me for anything, and that was as close as he came.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n