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FRESNO HONORS A HOMETOWN LITERARY HERO, WILLIAM SAROYAN
By Marc Weingarten
Los Angeles Times
calendarlive.com
March 2 2008
CA
Centennial celebration will mark the writer's legacy with readings,
screenings, lectures and plays.
WILLIAM Saroyan is one of the great conundrums of 20th century
literature. He was among the most famous American writers of the '30s
and '40s, a versatile prose stylist who was conversant in many genres,
and yet Saroyan hasn't been widely read in this country for decades. At
one time, the Armenian American writer was mentioned in the same breath
as Hemingway and Steinbeck. Now it's hard to find his books in stores.
Fresno has not forgotten, however. Saroyan's hometown wants the world
to reconsider the accomplishments of its most prominent cultural
export. To mark the 100th birthday of Saroyan, who died in 1981 in
Fresno at age 72, the city is hosting a yearlong celebration of the
writer's life and work.
The centennial features readings, screenings, lectures from Saroyan
experts, exhibitions of photographs and paintings created by Saroyan
as well as productions of his plays. A collaboration among 40 local
and state organizations, it will continue until November.
Larry Balakian, the chairman of the Saroyan Centennial Committee,
said he was not sure why Saroyan had fallen out of favor. "Perhaps
it's because he's not modern enough," Balakian said. "I certainly
don't think his style has become outdated. That's why we're trying
to revive his reputation, to show readers that his work remains as
fresh and relevant as it's always been."
Saroyan was born in Fresno in 1908, the son of an Armenian vineyard
owner. His father died from peritonitis when Saroyan was only 3,
and the future author and his brothers were shunted into an Alameda
orphanage until his mother could find work to support the family.
Saroyan relocated to San Francisco in 1929 with his family, and began
furiously producing stories while supporting himself with odd jobs.
His breakthrough came with the publication of "The Daring Young Man on
the Flying Trapeze," a quietly devastating portrait of a struggling
writer's privations in Depression-era America that was published by
Story magazine in 1934. "In the gutter he saw a coin which proved to
be a penny dated 1923," Saroyan wrote, "and placing it in the palm of
his hand he examined it closely, remembering that year and thinking
of Lincoln, whose profile was stamped upon the coin. There was almost
nothing a man could do with a penny."
Saroyan's greatest triumphs came early in his career. His 1939 play,
"The Time of Your Life," is set in a waterfront saloon in San Francisco
and limns the troubles of disparate characters -- a cop, a prostitute,
a longshoreman -- who find solace in one another's misery. The play
won a Pulitzer Prize, though Saroyan refused the award on the grounds
that art should not be a competitive sport.
(Later in life, however, Saroyan lobbied hard for the Nobel Prize
for literature.)
Still, there's the widespread perception that Saroyan was a literary
lightweight, a sentimentalist whose work is too old-fashioned to
resonate now. Perhaps Saroyan was too prolific for his own good. Even
after the early triumphs, including "The Time of Your Life" and
"My Name is Aram," he continued to churn out an astonishing amount
of material -- novels, journalism, plays, stories. Some good, some
less so. But the best, according to Saroyan's champions, is sublime.
"Jack Kerouac was greatly influenced by Saroyan," said novelist Barry
Gifford, who co-wrote a biography of Saroyan with Lawrence Lee in
1984. "There's a kind of gentle truth that he conveys in his work. It
has a beautiful innocence about it." Gifford points to the 1979 book
"Obituaries," a free-associative memoir that Gifford edited, as an
example of Saroyan's mature artistry. "He's a writer that made it
look very simple, but it's very difficult to do what he did. He was
protean as a person and an artist."
Still, the early work seems frozen in time. "The Time of Your Life"
feels a bit musty now, a sepia-toned example of socially conscious
prewar entertainment. The same goes for "The Human Comedy," Saroyan's
1943 novel about a Fresno farming family that clings to hope despite
the horrors of World War II and the scars it leaves on the community.
Maintaining a presence
SAROYAN'S far superior work is to be found in the stories that make
up collections such as "My Name Is Aram" and "Fresno Stories."
(Saroyan's son, Aram, grew up to be a well-known poet and novelist.)
" 'My Name Is Aram' was drilled into me practically as soon as I could
read," said Katherine Taylor, an Armenian American native of Fresno
and the author of the novel "Rules for Saying Goodbye." "I'm sure his
cadences are apparent in my work. I started reading him too early,
and too often, for his voice not to have helped shape my own.
I can't underestimate his influence on my development. Also, there's
the obvious point of a little Armenian boy from Fresno managing to
become a writer. His legacy made it possible for me to be an artist."
Saroyan's lasting presence can be felt in subtle ways around Fresno.
There's a theater named after him, and a statue of Saroyan sits on the
Cal State Fresno campus. But it speaks to the neglect of the writer's
legacy that the statue was a decrepit relic that sat on a mound of
dirt in downtown Fresno, until it was donated to the university seven
years ago.
There are many Fresno natives who knew Saroyan personally. For many
years the owner of a clothing store, Balakian would often share a cup
of coffee in his store with the author when he was in town (Balakian's
late cousin Nona, a former editor at the New York Times, wrote an
acclaimed biography of Saroyan in 1989). "He had traveled the world,
and so he always had wonderful stories," Larry Balakian said. "But,
ultimately, he came back to live in Fresno."
Those who knew Saroyan professionally remember him as prickly and
combative. He often got into scrapes with editors and movie executives,
railing about the evils of the publishing and movie businesses to
anyone who would listen. "The Human Comedy," in fact, was originally
commissioned as a screenplay for Louis B. Mayer at MGM. When Saroyan
bristled at Mayer's notes for the script, the writer reclaimed his
material and turned it into a novel.
"Bill made a lot of enemies," said Gifford, who worked with Saroyan
near the end of his life. "One time, he just signed a book contract
sight unseen, to show what a trusting soul he was. Well, he later
complained constantly about that contract. He had a kind of perverse
way of dealing with the world."
Whatever Saroyan's flaws, the centennial's organizers wanted to pay
tribute to a man who had a deep connection with his native city. Like
many of the volunteers for the centennial festival, Balakian feels
a strong civic kinship with Saroyan's work. "He is the poet of the
San Joaquin Valley," Balakian said.
Though his work is rooted in Central California, Saroyan's themes
of human suffering and redemption are universal, and his loyalists
would like his best work to find the audience they think it deserves.
"Saroyan wasn't a modernist, but he was a great storyteller," Balakian
said. "It's a shame he's semi-forgotten."
From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress
By Marc Weingarten
Los Angeles Times
calendarlive.com
March 2 2008
CA
Centennial celebration will mark the writer's legacy with readings,
screenings, lectures and plays.
WILLIAM Saroyan is one of the great conundrums of 20th century
literature. He was among the most famous American writers of the '30s
and '40s, a versatile prose stylist who was conversant in many genres,
and yet Saroyan hasn't been widely read in this country for decades. At
one time, the Armenian American writer was mentioned in the same breath
as Hemingway and Steinbeck. Now it's hard to find his books in stores.
Fresno has not forgotten, however. Saroyan's hometown wants the world
to reconsider the accomplishments of its most prominent cultural
export. To mark the 100th birthday of Saroyan, who died in 1981 in
Fresno at age 72, the city is hosting a yearlong celebration of the
writer's life and work.
The centennial features readings, screenings, lectures from Saroyan
experts, exhibitions of photographs and paintings created by Saroyan
as well as productions of his plays. A collaboration among 40 local
and state organizations, it will continue until November.
Larry Balakian, the chairman of the Saroyan Centennial Committee,
said he was not sure why Saroyan had fallen out of favor. "Perhaps
it's because he's not modern enough," Balakian said. "I certainly
don't think his style has become outdated. That's why we're trying
to revive his reputation, to show readers that his work remains as
fresh and relevant as it's always been."
Saroyan was born in Fresno in 1908, the son of an Armenian vineyard
owner. His father died from peritonitis when Saroyan was only 3,
and the future author and his brothers were shunted into an Alameda
orphanage until his mother could find work to support the family.
Saroyan relocated to San Francisco in 1929 with his family, and began
furiously producing stories while supporting himself with odd jobs.
His breakthrough came with the publication of "The Daring Young Man on
the Flying Trapeze," a quietly devastating portrait of a struggling
writer's privations in Depression-era America that was published by
Story magazine in 1934. "In the gutter he saw a coin which proved to
be a penny dated 1923," Saroyan wrote, "and placing it in the palm of
his hand he examined it closely, remembering that year and thinking
of Lincoln, whose profile was stamped upon the coin. There was almost
nothing a man could do with a penny."
Saroyan's greatest triumphs came early in his career. His 1939 play,
"The Time of Your Life," is set in a waterfront saloon in San Francisco
and limns the troubles of disparate characters -- a cop, a prostitute,
a longshoreman -- who find solace in one another's misery. The play
won a Pulitzer Prize, though Saroyan refused the award on the grounds
that art should not be a competitive sport.
(Later in life, however, Saroyan lobbied hard for the Nobel Prize
for literature.)
Still, there's the widespread perception that Saroyan was a literary
lightweight, a sentimentalist whose work is too old-fashioned to
resonate now. Perhaps Saroyan was too prolific for his own good. Even
after the early triumphs, including "The Time of Your Life" and
"My Name is Aram," he continued to churn out an astonishing amount
of material -- novels, journalism, plays, stories. Some good, some
less so. But the best, according to Saroyan's champions, is sublime.
"Jack Kerouac was greatly influenced by Saroyan," said novelist Barry
Gifford, who co-wrote a biography of Saroyan with Lawrence Lee in
1984. "There's a kind of gentle truth that he conveys in his work. It
has a beautiful innocence about it." Gifford points to the 1979 book
"Obituaries," a free-associative memoir that Gifford edited, as an
example of Saroyan's mature artistry. "He's a writer that made it
look very simple, but it's very difficult to do what he did. He was
protean as a person and an artist."
Still, the early work seems frozen in time. "The Time of Your Life"
feels a bit musty now, a sepia-toned example of socially conscious
prewar entertainment. The same goes for "The Human Comedy," Saroyan's
1943 novel about a Fresno farming family that clings to hope despite
the horrors of World War II and the scars it leaves on the community.
Maintaining a presence
SAROYAN'S far superior work is to be found in the stories that make
up collections such as "My Name Is Aram" and "Fresno Stories."
(Saroyan's son, Aram, grew up to be a well-known poet and novelist.)
" 'My Name Is Aram' was drilled into me practically as soon as I could
read," said Katherine Taylor, an Armenian American native of Fresno
and the author of the novel "Rules for Saying Goodbye." "I'm sure his
cadences are apparent in my work. I started reading him too early,
and too often, for his voice not to have helped shape my own.
I can't underestimate his influence on my development. Also, there's
the obvious point of a little Armenian boy from Fresno managing to
become a writer. His legacy made it possible for me to be an artist."
Saroyan's lasting presence can be felt in subtle ways around Fresno.
There's a theater named after him, and a statue of Saroyan sits on the
Cal State Fresno campus. But it speaks to the neglect of the writer's
legacy that the statue was a decrepit relic that sat on a mound of
dirt in downtown Fresno, until it was donated to the university seven
years ago.
There are many Fresno natives who knew Saroyan personally. For many
years the owner of a clothing store, Balakian would often share a cup
of coffee in his store with the author when he was in town (Balakian's
late cousin Nona, a former editor at the New York Times, wrote an
acclaimed biography of Saroyan in 1989). "He had traveled the world,
and so he always had wonderful stories," Larry Balakian said. "But,
ultimately, he came back to live in Fresno."
Those who knew Saroyan professionally remember him as prickly and
combative. He often got into scrapes with editors and movie executives,
railing about the evils of the publishing and movie businesses to
anyone who would listen. "The Human Comedy," in fact, was originally
commissioned as a screenplay for Louis B. Mayer at MGM. When Saroyan
bristled at Mayer's notes for the script, the writer reclaimed his
material and turned it into a novel.
"Bill made a lot of enemies," said Gifford, who worked with Saroyan
near the end of his life. "One time, he just signed a book contract
sight unseen, to show what a trusting soul he was. Well, he later
complained constantly about that contract. He had a kind of perverse
way of dealing with the world."
Whatever Saroyan's flaws, the centennial's organizers wanted to pay
tribute to a man who had a deep connection with his native city. Like
many of the volunteers for the centennial festival, Balakian feels
a strong civic kinship with Saroyan's work. "He is the poet of the
San Joaquin Valley," Balakian said.
Though his work is rooted in Central California, Saroyan's themes
of human suffering and redemption are universal, and his loyalists
would like his best work to find the audience they think it deserves.
"Saroyan wasn't a modernist, but he was a great storyteller," Balakian
said. "It's a shame he's semi-forgotten."
From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress