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A brilliant, boundary-leaping debut novel tracing twelve-year-old genius map maker T.S. Spivet’s attempts to understand the ways of the world
When twelve-year-old genius cartographer T.S. Spivet receives an unexpected phone call from the Smithsonian announcing he has won the prestigious Baird Award, life as normal-if you consider mapping family dinner table conversation normal-is interrupted and a wild cross-country adventure begins, taking T.S. from his family ranch just north of Divide, Montana, to the museum’s hallowed halls.
T.S. sets out alone, leaving before dawn with a plan to hop a freight train and hobo east. Once aboard, his adventures step into high gear and he meticulously maps, charts, and illustrates his exploits, documenting mythical wormholes in the Midwest, the urban phenomenon of “rims,” and the pleasures of McDonald’s, among other things. We come to see the world through T.S.’s eyes and in his thorough investigation of the outside world he also reveals himself.
As he travels away from the ranch and his family we learn how the journey also brings him closer to home. A secret family history found within his luggage tells the story of T.S.’s ancestors and their long-ago passage west, offering profound insight into the family he left behind and his role within it. As T.S. reads he discovers the sometimes shadowy boundary between fact and fiction and realizes that, for all his analytical rigor, the world around him is a mystery.
All that he has learned is tested when he arrives at the capital to claim his prize and is welcomed into science’s inner circle. For all its shine, fame seems more highly valued than ideas in this new world and friends are hard to find.
T.S.’s trip begins at the Copper Top Ranch and the last known place he stands is Washington, D.C., but his journey’s movement is far harder to track: How do you map the delicate lessons learned about family and self? How do you depict how it feels to first venture out on your own? Is there a definitive way to communicate the ebbs and tides of heartbreak, loss, loneliness, love? These are the questions that strike at the core of this very special debut.
“Two predictions about The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet: readers are going to love it as much as I did, and few if any will have experienced anything like it. I’m flabbergasted by Reif Larsen’s talent, and I was warmed by his generosity. Here is a book that does the impossible: it combines Mark Twain, Thomas Pynchon, and Little Miss Sunshine. Good novels entertain; great ones come as a gift to the readers who are lucky enough to find them. This book is a treasure.”—Stephen King
When did you start thinking you would be a writer?
I always knew that I would be a writer. Well, at least since the second grade. I went to one of these progressive schools where one was encouraged to write stories all the time and they didn’t really correct your spelling. I remember that I spelled yellow with three Ls well into fifth or sixth grade because they kept saying, “That’s great. That’s even more yelllow than yellow.” So I think I was encouraged to be a storyteller from early on. Also, both of my parents are visual artists so I was always around the creative process. It was okay to be creative in our house. Growing up, I thought everyone was an artist with a studio in the house. I remember once I was having a sleepover at a friend’s house and his father left for work in the morning and I thought his father was leaving forever. I had no conception of what a normal 9 to 5 job was.
Did anything change when you got older?
Well, even though I knew I was meant to be a writer, I steered around it in some ways. It was very difficult for me to say “I am a writer.” When I went to college, I started getting involved in teaching, and giving back to the world started to become very important to me. For some reason, I saw writing as this very self-centered pursuit that wasn’t in that same vein of social justice, so I struggled with that, grappling with these two sides of me. How do I combine my compulsion to teach and my evident natural propensity for storytelling? I graduated from Brown with a teaching degree and started down the path of teaching and also doing educational research, but in my mid-twenties I had that quarter-life crisis where I asked myself, “What am I doing? I need to give writing a chance.” So I enrolled in the MFA program at
You grew up in
I was conceptually interested in the West, and cowboys, and why we’re obsessed with cowboys, and with landscapes, and with what “the frontier” culturally represents for us. And with this book I knew I wanted to write about the son of a cowboy. Originally, when I looked at my prewriting for the book and some of my false starts, T.S. Spivet was a 57-year-old drunk in a Parisian prison looking back on his life on the range. Thank God I didn’t follow that. So I rethought it and decided, “No, T.S. isn’t drunk, he’s twelve and he’s hyper-analytical and obsessed with commenting and drawing and diagramming everything.”
So how did you choose
I’m not really sure where most of the details or choices in my writing come from, but I can tell you that I’ve been fascinated with
And Divide? Well, I wanted to write about a ranch, so I knew it had to be just outside
You traveled a lot researching for the book?
Yes. I visited
At some point I also decided that I should become a ranch hand on a western ranch so that I could really experience what it was like. After thinking about this prospect for only a couple of minutes, however, I realized that I would probably be more of a liability on the ranch than anything. So I thought about what skills I could actually offer, and they weren’t much, but I one thing I can do is teach creative writing. I wrote a couple of dude ranches, offering to teach a writing workshop on their ranch, and one ranch wrote back and said, “Sounds great! What’s a writing workshop?” Somehow I got six people from around the country to come to this amazingly beautiful working cattle ranch in the Idaho Tetons and for a week we had this transcendent experience. We would workshop intensively in the mornings and then ride the range in the afternoons, and this worked out really well because it’s almost impossible to hold onto anger or tension when you’re on horseback; any worries you might’ve had about a particular story or insecurity or divorce, just drift away into the high country. We also participated in a real round-up, which was sensational. When you’re working on horseback, the distance between you and the animal disappears. By some coincidence, the workshop was all women (except me, of course) and these women really got into the branding and castrating of the calves. I had to look the other way, but they were right up in it.
You did comedy improv at one point during college – did you find that it helped writing the novel?
If you give me a script and I’m on stage, I’ll freeze up because I think I’m going to say it wrong. But with improv I always felt so free. I was never nervous because there’s no wrong answer. My brain works like, “Oh, you say that and I say this and we’ll enter this wormhole together and follow this until we can’t follow it any more.” I love creating a world and then pushing the boundaries of that world. I write like I improv: I’ll write something on the page and be completely surprised by it, and then I’ll follow that little tiny thread to the end. With writing a novel, you can follow those threads and see where they take you; particularly with this book, where it was all about the voice of my main character.
How did you create the marginalia that appears in your book?
I started with footnotes. I wrote the whole thing at first without doing any illustrations because I wanted to get the writing right. Footnotes are so problematic in fiction and have such a tangled history. There’s something sort of pompous about them. And they’re an intentional break of the reading process, which is very evasive and annoying (particularly endnotes). It really disrupts everything and whenever I read things with footnotes, fiction or nonfiction, I tend to read a couple lines of them and end up choosing to skip them. So my question was, “What if the most important parts were in these digressions, in this satellite material?” And somewhere along the line, when I started thinking about the page like a map itself, that’s when I thought maybe they shouldn’t be footnotes, but they should be marginalia where you’re physically directed to them, where your hand is held and you’re led to them through arrows and such.
What did you draw upon for inspiration for the character of T.S.? Were you an analytical child?
I’ve had people ask me if I’m as obsessive as T.S., if I map everything and keep a notebook. Well, I was very into maps as a kid. I spent a lot of time with the National Geographic Atlas, pouring over these maps of distant places, looking through the index of all these exotic names. I think a map is like a good story in that it gives us just enough to sink our teeth into but also leaves enough room for us to fill in the gaps with our own memories and stories. I’d make up crazy stories about
As for other things I have in common with T.S., I do archive the world to a certain extent in notebooks and on my “writing board,” but maybe not as much as I would like to. I have a fantasy where I have a room completely filled with notebooks from top to bottom—my own personal Akashic record of existence. But the truth is probably a lot less glamorous. I’ve always loved diagrams and the incompleteness of diagrams. For instance, there’s something so satisfying when you look at those airplane safety manuals. I love their simplicity: here’s how you put on a child’s oxygen mask. As if all you have do is follow these instructions and life will be fine. But then you realize that’s not how the world works. That’s why we keep coming back to diagrams—because we wish we could follow a step-by-step program for how to fall in love or to live a moral life. So I love the idea of a kid trying to understand the world in all of its horrific complexity by simply mapping it out. And it seems like growing up is transferring the unknown to the mapped, for better or worse. I had an art teacher who said that he spends most of his time trying to get his students to see like kids again, since we replace what we see with an intense system of symbols. It’s interesting to give a kid—who’s still largely in this pre-pubescent state of seeing the world sans symbols—this amazing set of coding and mapping skills and see what comes out of it.
Are all the illustrations in the book drawn by you?
Everything’s drawn by me. My publisher paired me up with a designer, Ben Gibson, and that was great. He helped to push the drawings to the next level in terms of giving them a lot of amazing texture and he really listened to what the drawings wanted to be. The final edition is going to have this amazing Moby-Dick spread at the end that goes across eight pages. I would have loved to have done that but there’s no way I could have approached it. T.S. is obsessed with mapping the real world, but every time he tries to map the fictional world all his powers break down. Because the novel is infinite and everything is possible. And the Moby-Dick map is amazing because you start to see his madness around page three and then it devolves into this kind of fever dream of infinitum.
Have you thought about how people will react to the illustrations – mixing art with text?
I definitely didn’t set out with the idea to write a novel with images. People might say this book is “unconventional,” but I think I’m pretty old-fashioned. In my MFA program, there were a lot of people doing very non-narrative, avant-garde writing and I wasn’t one of them. I believe in character and plot, and sometimes plot is a four letter word in the MFA program; I actually really believe in giving these things to the reader. I think story and character are what gets those tenterhooks into the reader’s being. Every choice in this book was driven by wondering how can I explore this character and express him on the page. In that way it’s a very traditional novel, more so than a lot of novels coming out now.
How does it feel to move from “struggling writer” to “Writer” with a capital letter W?
There were certain points when I was writing this novel where it seemed all I was doing was writing a 300-page bedtime story. And why would anybody want to read this? But I’ve realized this, and it may sound stupid, but I’ve realized that releasing a story to the world is an act of giving. I’ve changed in how I think of writing. In its most basic form, literature is a giant conversation between readers and writers. When you read a book, it punctures your world for ten minutes, twenty minutes, two weeks; it pushes you off your orbit just enough so we get that literary chill, when your knee deep in a book and can’t wait to get back. I think that’s why we read. I no longer think of writing is as self-centered a pursuit as I once did. That said, I’m still very excited to be a teacher. I’m going to be a teacher for the rest of my life. I know this. Some writers dread teaching and just teach to pay the bills, but for me, at least, the challenge of getting the students to open their eyes or nudge them is actually quite close to the discovery on the page. The discoveries that happen in the classroom are similar to the discoveries that you can make about a character. It informs my writing as opposed to taking away from it.
Your novel has sold in 22 countries around the world – do you find that surprising since on the surface it seems like such an American story?
Well, this was actually a huge surprise to me, because you’re right, this is quite an American story, really, almost like a traditional Western—boy on ranch, boy goes on cross-country journey, boy finds answers. I wasn’t sure it would really translate across the pond. But in talking to people, I’ve come to realize that the notion of the “frontier” is a nearly universal symbol, that there’s a kind of longing there—for brighter pastures, for a better time, for the end to our hardships—and it’s a longing that many people can relate to. I was listening to a radio program about how Dolly Parton can fill stadiums in Zimbabwe and around the world, and many of her audience members don’t speak English, but they get the feeling behind her songs, the “My husband left me and now I’m broke” pathos. And also: a story is a story is a story. If something rings true to itself, it’s going to translate. But, yes I was really surprised. I’ve been working very closely with all the translators. We’ve set up a blog where I answer their crazy questions about how to translate all this cowboy-speak.
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