Thanks to everyone who showed up for this. I had students from all across town and all over the hill (one drove here from San Jose). Several volunteered to read their work out loud — and so much of what they read was touching, specific, evocative and hilarious. There was mystical writing, biographical sketches, a William Least Heat Moon-style road trip, and place portraits focusing on a location in Santa Cruz. Each of these sketches was so different, you’d swear they were talking about different locations. Students imagined they were strangers visiting their own houses, describing them from an outsider’s perspective. They did close readings of Jonathan Raban, Annie Dillard, David Foster Wallace and John Jeremiah Sullivan, and wrote several on-the-spot sketches. We shared tales of triumph and absolute horror from the publishing industry. It was a remarkable group of people. Anyhow, I always get so much out of these class sessions. I’ll try to come up with another workshop at some point this fall or early in the winter.
A few thoughts about last week’s travel class