Author Ann Bauer talks to Andrew Solomon about Far from the Tree: Parents, Children and the Search for Identity
Ann Bauer: The first, notable thing about FFTT is its size, of course. Did you
feel any pressure to reduce the length and make the book more
accessible? What made you decide to submit all 900+ pages?
Andrew Solomon: I
know this may sound shocking, but the first draft of the book was
more than twice this long, and cutting it to this length took me well
over a year. If I’d taken five years, I could have made it
shorter—but then it would have needed updating, which would have
made it longer again. I know readers can find long books daunting,
and I don’t want to put anyone off. But I felt that I was really
writing about diffuse topics, and that I needed to build up real
insight into each one in order to assert at the synthetic insight at
the center of the book. We live in the era of the sound byte, and I
know that long books are not in fashion, but I subscribe to the
antiquated idea that if you use more words well, you can say more.
And I ended up with a lot to say.
You worked on this book for 10 years. Was there ever a point where
you gave up on the project or tired of it? How long did that last and
what drew you back?
I
sold the idea eleven years ago, and worked on it for a year or so,
and then decided to write a book about memory instead. For eighteen
months, I kept saying that I was doing the book about memory—but I
kept being drawn back to the topics of Far
From the Tree,
so a year after that, I admitted to myself that I wasn’t writing
the memory book, and that I was writing this book. And then that’s
what I did. After that, there were days when I was exhausted by the
book or felt I’d lost my way, perhaps sometimes a week, but no
major deviations from the course forward.
I know this is an exceptionally tough question, but do you have
favorite sections/family stories from the book? I, for instance, was
particularly riveted by the chapters on dwarfism and crime, perhaps
because I found the details so surprising and compelling. If you had
to choose, what are yours?
It’s
been fascinating for me, since publication, to interact with people
who are in most instances very clear about the “most interesting”
chapters. People wonder whether the ones they found most interesting
are the most interesting to everyone else, and the answer is that
they are not. Everyone has some favorites, and the favorites differ.
I considered many other categories and the chapters I wrote are all
my favorites—I know that sounds like I’m failing to answer, but
my favorites vary from day to day. I had the biggest shift in
working on the chapter on trans kids. I’d thought their experience
was so obscure and weird, and when I got to know them, I saw how much
their experience was like mine. But I was riveted by the idea that
autism, which seemed to me like such an affliction, could be a valued
identity for other people, and I was amazed at the appealing humanity
of the criminals I got to know, and devastated by the people who were
bringing up children conceived in rape, and moved by the richness of
Deaf culture. If I hadn’t loved them all, I’d have left some out
and written a shorter book!
This book has such a unique structure: It's a memoir frame with a
mammoth ethnography tucked inside. What made you decide to write it
this way?
I’m
always amused that nonfiction books are sold on the basis of
proposals, because I always think that if you knew enough about what
you were doing to write about it before you started, your book
probably wouldn’t be worth researching and writing. I’d had the
experience of writing about Deaf culture for the NY Times Magazine,
and I recognized the parallels between the Deaf experience and my
own. As the book took shape, I was aware that my understanding of
the other cultures I was exploring was deeply informed by my own
experience of difference. I knew I’d bring that perspective to
what I was writing, but how could I do so most honestly? I decided
that I had to write about the personal side to the whole thing, and
yet I didn’t want to make this into a whole book about me. So I
decided to write an introduction that drew on my own life. Then as I
kept working, my own life kept changing, and I ultimately saw that I
needed to pay tribute to what I had learned in writing the book, and
how it had informed my own experience of parenthood. So that shape
just emerged in fits and starts and then suddenly seemed to make
sense. I felt that I had looked as deeply as I could at the lives of
other people, and needed to look as deeply as I could at my own life,
too; it felt unfair to do otherwise. But I didn’t want to insert
my life in the middle of other people’s stories, as that seemed
egomaniacal.
Several times in the book you allude to the fact that your growing up
gay, 40 years ago, was somewhat like the experience of exceptional or
disabled children today. But being gay is no longer considered an
aberration while being three feet tall probably always will be....How
do you think of the metaphor today?
My
central argument in this book is that this year’s illness is
tomorrow’s identity (and sometimes vice versa). Bear in mind that
if you had said forty years ago that gay marriage would be endorsed
by the president of the United States, people would have laughed out
loud. Indeed, when a friend of mine wrote one of the early books
about gay marriage, just twenty years ago, I laughed out loud; it
seemed like a sweet but essentially ludicrous idea. Being gay is
still an aberration, to use the word you’ve presented; it’s a
condition present in a minority of the population. Dwarfism in
itself will probably remain much rarer than gayness, so if we’re
looking simply at numbers, it’s already more of an aberration. But
in terms of social acceptance, I think our understanding of people
whose bodies and minds are different may be completely different in
another forty years. I don’t know what will change or what it will
look like, but I am open to the likelihood that there will be a
profound shift. The category of the abnormal
is
in constant flux in the world—and in individual lives. My father
would have found gayness aberrant when I was born and he doesn’t
now. And I would have found most of the conditions in the book
aberrant before I started it, and I don’t now. I look at friends
who are trans or who are dwarfs or who have schizophrenia and I think
how scared I used to be of such people, and how unlikely these
friendships might have seemed to me, and I can only hope the world
will encounter these people and see their indelible humanity, as I
now have.
Some sections of this book were devastating to read. And you've been
very open about your own tendency toward depression. Was there ever a
point when you became too upset about the hardship you encountered to
go on?
Oh,
there were many, many days when I came home from doing an interview
and collapsed. There were so many stories of so much pain and I was
so done in by them. But I thought often of something that my
mother’s oncologist said to me when she was dying of cancer. I had
asked how he could bear to work with so many dying people, and he
said, “Because of the ones I save.” I wasn’t saving anyone and
I wouldn’t want to compare my work to his in terms of its value in
individual lives, but I did have a sense of great purpose as I went
about this work, and while the book chronicles many experiences of
intense pain, it is ultimately a book about resilience and love.
That being said, there were days when I found the sadness of
individual stories so overwhelming that I was almost paralyzed with
it. And I did sometimes need to take a week or two off in order to
preserve my own mental health. It helped that I had by then found
medication, therapy, and a husband—I felt at least a little less
vulnerable than I did when I was writing The
Noonday Demon.
This is the toughest question for me. As the mother of a son with
autism, I was mildly put off by the Prodigy chapter, because it
seemed to equate the experience of having a marvelously talented
child with the heartbreak of watching a disabled child suffer....what
made you decide to include this piece?
I’m
fascinated by your response, because people who are themselves
prodigies have been outraged that they could be compared to people
with autism. I think it’s one of the signal triumphs of the book
that almost everyone in it was offended to be in with the other
categories. And it was terribly important to me that people
understand the connection between their own form of difference (which
was often somewhat isolating) and everyone else’s form of
difference (because the parallels would demonstrate how un-alone
people actually are). My experience was that while there are hidden
rewards and pleasant surprises that follow on the devastation of
having a child with a disability, there are hidden traumas and
struggles attached to having a child with remarkable abilities, and I
wanted to make the point, as emphatically as possible, that what is
difficult it often not the inherent quality of any particular
difference, but the fact of difference itself. I’d never want to
trivialize your experience of bringing up a child with autism. But I
hope you’ll understand that as unknowable as your reality
ultimately may be for people who have no experience with autism, so
the experience of these others is unknowable to you. Though it is
difficult in very different ways, it is profoundly difficult. An
excerpt from the chapter on prodigies ran in the New
York Times Magazine,
and I had dozens of letters from people writing to thank me for
recognizing how scary and confusing and overwhelming the experience
was, how ill-prepared they were to face it. Many commented that they
felt that there had never been any recognition of their struggle, and
some said that they cried with relief when someone finally
acknowledged them.
At the end of the book, you admit that you prayed for your own son,
George, never to join the ranks of the exceptional children you met.
I found this brave and very human. Did you and your publisher have
any concerns about how people would respond?
My
publisher lets me make these calls, and so didn’t take a position
on this. I was worried about how that assertion would go down, but
felt that I’d asked the people in the book to be honest, and had to
be honest in return. The point I hoped to make with that assertion
at the end of the book is that I, like all parents, want to spare my
children suffering; and like all parents, I want a child whom I can
understand and who will express a gratifying happiness back to me.
To be undisturbed upon learning that my child had possible brain
damage would have been bizarre. But part of the point I was making
in that final chapter is that while I used to think I might reject a
child who was aberrant, I now believe that I would love such a child
very profoundly. That made the prospect of having such a child was
in some ways even more frightening to me, because I know, equally,
the cost of such love. I wanted to protect my child and myself—but
I already loved him. And the book is, above all, a book about love
in all its wonderful and terrible manifestations: how hard love can
be, and how deeply it is worth it.
Andrew Solomon is a writer and lecturer on psychology, politics, and the arts; winner of the National Book Award; and an activist in LGBT rights, mental health, and the arts.
Ann Bauer is the author of the novel The Forever Marriage. She lives in Minneapolis.
Andrew Solomon is a writer and lecturer on psychology, politics, and the arts; winner of the National Book Award; and an activist in LGBT rights, mental health, and the arts.
Ann Bauer is the author of the novel The Forever Marriage. She lives in Minneapolis.
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