Five in the morning: I awake with a start. I may not have
been able to dream in class, but I am nightmaring* just fine now. What has been
bothering me for three weeks suddenly makes sense. “Creative Nonfiction” is not merely creative
nonfiction. From now on I will refer to
“Creative Nonfiction” as CNF to distinguish it from creative nonfiction.
Here is what has been bothering me: Why the preoccupation
with a definition of CNF? Strange. I know what “creative” means and I know what
“nonfiction” means. So, what is the issue? “CNF police?” Why is this even being
discussed? I suppose we have grammar police, but we certainly do not have
fiction police or poetry police or drama police. Ah, fifteen years ago a new
phrase was coined by putting together two words that already exist to mean a
specific new thing.
Suddenly I understand that when AWP (Association of Writers
& Writing Programs) conducts a contest for submissions in four
genres—Poetry, Short Fiction, Novel and Creative Nonfiction—it has something in
mind for the fourth genre that I was unaware of. I now also see why the fuss
about A Million Little Pieces.
I have been working with several people who like my piece
and are trying to get an agent and/or publisher for me, including Saul Cohen,
recently retired from our department, Peter Archer (Linda’s husband), and Jim
Broderick (a professor at NJCU); all have been very encouraging.
Based on our class, I am going to re-think my book. It will
be quite easy to more completely conform it to my new-found understanding of
the genre. Some “corners that I rounded off” do not have to be quite so round.
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