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A Vintage Shorts Nonfiction Original
One of the most valuable spaces for an artist is the inner lifethe sacred place where, outside of the constraints of time and space, meaning is extracted from raw experience and fashioned into art. In this timely new essay, Pulitzer Prize-winning author Richard Russo discusses the work writers do as they sift through experience and work to cultivate rich interior lives. For authors, this often involves performing triage, a constant assessment of events that helps determine whats useful for a story and potentially enduring.
But what is at stake when we perform triage? Is an artists interior life an act of generosity or selfishness?
Reflecting on a year of reading and meditations on the nature of interiority brought up by a global pandemic and orders to stay at home, Triage is a candid and arresting look at the process that goes into creative work, by one of our most celebrated and bestselling novelists.
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Richard Russo is the author of nine novels, most recently Chances Are and Everybodys Fool; two collections of stories; and the memoir Elsewhere. In 2002 he received the Pulitzer Prize for Empire Falls, which, like Nobodys Fool, was adapted to film in a multiple award-winning HBO miniseries; in 2016 he was given the Indie Champion Award by the American Booksellers Association; and in 2017 he received Frances Grand Prix de Littrature Amricaine. He lives in Portland, Maine.

Richard Russo is available for select speaking engagements. To inquire about a possible speaking appearance, please contact Penguin Random House Speakers Bureau at .

Also by Richard Russo

Mohawk

The Risk Pool

Nobodys Fool

Straight Man

Empire Falls

The Whores Child

Bridge of Sighs

That Old Cape Magic

Interventions

Elsewhere

Everybodys Fool

Trajectory

The Destiny Thief

Chances Are

Triage

On Reading, Writing, and the Interior Life

Richard Russo

A Vintage Short

Vintage Books

A Division of Penguin Random House LLC

New York

Copyright 2022 by Richard Russo

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I was once asked in an interview, Whats the best thing about being a storyteller?

Thats easy, I replied. You get to cheatto live many lives, not just the one youre born to.

Ah, the interviewer nodded, understanding perfectly. So, its the same as reading.

Yes. Exactly. Your interior life, where time and space operate differently. The life in your head, or perhaps your soul, the most private place you have that you never show in its entirety to anyone. For some, and not without reason, its a place to steer clear of, and to the extent that youre able to manage, that inner life can seem almost vestigial. For others, its a place of strength and solace. For a fewartists in particularits the whole point of living.

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For most Americans, the coronavirus became real in March 2020, but I will always think of it as beginning earlier, in January, because thats when paralyzing fear unexpectedly entered my life and took up what feels like permanent residence in my psyche. I was in New York City visiting friends and meeting with my publisher when my cell rang at three in the morning, never a good sign. It was my older daughter, Emily. Dad? she said, her voice shaking. Can you come home?

She was calling from the emergency room at Maine Medical Center in Portland, where her little boy, Henry (then seven), my grandson, was in critical condition. Forty-five minutes earlier, he had appeared at his parents beside demanding his inhaler. Hed taken a blast before going to bed, so it was too soon for another. Groggy with sleep, Emily and her husband, Steve, mightve told him to go back to bed, that he could have another hit first thing in the morning. There are times when every parent has to make critical decisions without understanding in the moment that they are, in fact, critical. Probably they were still on high alert because Henry was getting over a case of the flu, no small thing for a kid with asthma. What they didnt know was that while they were asleep, hed had a violent coughing fit and collapsed a lung. Had they just sent him back to bed, he might have died.

I wasnt the only one who was away at the time. Barbara, my wife, was in Arizona visiting family. My younger daughter, Kate, and her husband, Tom, both of whom also live in Portland, happened to be in New York as well, though they had an early flight home that morning. I was supposed to be in town for a couple of more days, but after hanging up with Emily, I called the airline and booked the last seat on the same flight Kate and Tom were on, then called Barbara so she could start making arrangements to return home as well. The last thing I tossed into my suitcase before checking out of my hotel was the small plastic bottle of nasal spray Id set on the nightstand when I checked in. Theres another on my bedside table at home and a spare in the medicine cabinet. Wherever I am, theres always one nearby in case I wake up with clogged nasal passages. Otherwise, Id have to get dressed and search out an all-night pharmacy. Whoa, youre thinking. Seriously? Seriously. Perhaps because I watched my grandfather die of emphysema, the idea of death by asphyxiation is enough to send me into a blind, flop-sweat panic. Thats why I wouldnt dream of going anywhere without nasal spray in my travel kit and why no matter where I am, theres always one on the nightstand where I can find it in the dark. The thought of Henry, a child, not being able to breathe and unable to understand why left me weak in the knees with terror.

At four thirty in the morning, there isnt much traffic in Manhattan, and in a matter of minutes, my taxi was speeding through the Midtown tunnel. We made it to JFK in record time, but time, as we would all later learn during the pandemic, elongates when mixed with dread. I remember clutching my cell phone the whole way, checking it every few blocks to reassure myself that I hadnt somehow switched the thing off and missed a call from my daughter. Once I boarded my short flight to Portland, the thing would be useless. I tried desperately to banish the thought that by the time I landed in Portland, my grandson might be dead, but since the beginning of time, has any human being ever succeeded in not thinking something that demands to be thought for the simple reason that we cant bear to think it? Time, plenty of it on that taxi ride. Even time to enter into negotiations: take me, not him. Who was I negotiating with? I had no idea. Whoever could deliver.

By the time we arrived in Portland and took another taxi to the hospital, Henry was mostly out of danger, his collapsed lung reinflated. Heres a fun fact, though, for those who have never experienced something like this or have blessedly forgotten what it feels like. When the worst doesnt happen, when you are for some unknown reason spared what happens to the less fortunate, dread is not vanquished by relief, at least not completely. Because our lizard brains are programmed to prepare us for the worst, fear lingers, metastasizes, issues coded warnings. Okay, mine said, this time you were lucky, but guess what? Now I know right where to find you.

Fear. Is it also part of the inner life thats so important to artists? On the face of it, youd think so, but Im not sure. I suspect that fear, like other powerful feelings, even when its rendered physical (a plastic bottle of nasal spray?), is a gateway drug to the inner life, the thing that starts the conversation. The one that many people, for good reason, try their best to avoid.

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Fast-forward eighteen long months to August 2021. Like many others, I have emerged from lockdown chastened but otherwise pretty much unscathed. Thanks to the vaccine I received back in March, Ive begun to travel again and to eat indoors at restaurants with vaccinated friends. What Id sensed might be coming for me and mine came instead for others. As the pandemic unfolded, thered been some cause for alarm. Suddenly, all over the world men and women the same age as my wife and me were gasping for breath like Henry had done with his collapsed lung. The high-rise apartment building where we were hunkered down in Portland was in essence a vertical cruise ship, and sheltering in place there put me in mind of the aristocrats in Poes The Masque of the Red Death, who foolishly imagined their many-roomed mansion would protect them from the plague that raged outside, only to discover just how egalitarian death is. Not a few pundits in 2020 tried to convince us of this same lessonthat we were all in the same boat.

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