In the lobby of UNC Charlotte’s English Department stands a handsome display case full of books written by members of the department. Most of the books on display are by current faculty, but the display case also includes a selection of books by former faculty members, including Robin Hemley’s first novel, The Last Studebaker, which came out in 1992.  Robin served as a creative writing professor at UNC Charlotte from 1987 to 1994.  In the years since he left Charlotte, Robin has taught at universities all over the world, including a six-year stint as the director of the Writing Program at Yale-NUS in Singapore.  He is now the director of the George Polk School of Communications at Long Island University (LIU) as well as the co-director of LIU’s MFA in Creative Writing and Publishing.   For more information about Robin’s career, please click on the following link:  https://robinhemley.com/

I am pleased to report that Robin is returning to Charlotte this week to talk about his latest book.  Robin will join Judy Goldman in an in-person event at Park Road Books (4139 Park Road) on Sunday, June 5, from 1:00 pm to 2:00 pm.  During this event, Robin will discuss his novel Oblivion: An After Autobiography, and Judy will talk about her new memoir titled Child (which I wrote about in my Storied Charlotte blog a few weeks ago). 

Oblivion is Robin’s first paranormal novel.  It’s a ghost story of sorts, but at its core, it is a story about the interior life of a writer.  In discussing the book, Junot Diaz (a winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction) writes, “A mesmerizing meditation on immortality, both the literary and fleshly kinds, and its ultimate unattainability… like language, like summer, like love, Oblivion is irresistible.”  I contacted Robin and asked him for more information about Oblivion, and here is what he sent to me:

Where do writers go when they die? The forgotten ones, at least, go to The Cafe of Minor Authors where they drink endless cups of cappuccino, self-obsess, and nurse their shattered dreams. Some authors, it’s rumored, can escape Oblivion if they try hard enough to write something the universe can’t ignore, even after death. This is the story of one ambitious writer stuck in oblivion who not only risks upturning his own fate but also the fate of his literary hero, and that of his great grandmother, Hanna, an aspiring actor in the Yiddish theater in the Prague of 1911. This book is for anyone who has ever wanted to be an author, anyone who knows an author, anyone who is an author, recognized or not, and anyone who loves books enough to want to spend their afterlife reading forgotten classics in the great library of Oblivion.

Oblivion is a story that sprang from a combination of my family history, the ups and downs of being a writer, and my love for the writer Franz Kafka, who had his own struggles with family and writing. I consider it perhaps my best book, and my writer friends seem to agree. I also was able to give full play to my sense of humor as well as my more philosophical side about “immortality” and the common drive to make our marks. 

I have remained in touch with Robin since he left Charlotte, and I know that he has fond memories of his Charlotte years.  I asked him for his thoughts about returning to Charlotte for the event at Park Road Books, and he sent me the following reflection:

Charlotte is near and dear to my heart. I taught at UNC Charlotte for seven years from the late 1980s to the mid-90s, my first full-time academic job. One thing I have long loved about Charlotte and North Carolina as a whole is that it’s one of the few places in the country where writers are really respected. Literature is such an integral part of Charlotte, and that’s something that can’t be said universally.  I believe I was an integral part of the literary scene there and made many friends in the literary community in Charlotte and across North Carolina. Some of my friends still reside in Charlotte and I’m excited to see them – Mark West and Judy Goldman (who is joining me for our joint book event) among the people I’m so looking forward to see again. But there are many others, too many to mention, here, whom I hope will show up.  I might not recognize them at first and vice-versa. But it would be great to reconnect.

I plan to attend Robin and Judy’s joint book event on June 5, and I am looking forward to reconnecting with Robin and hearing about his latest book.  Robin truly is a world traveler, but he will always have a place in Storied Charlotte, and he will always be my friend wherever he goes. 

I have a sense that I know President Theodore Roosevelt even though he died a little more than a century ago.  The reason I feel so connected to Roosevelt is that I have carefully perused his personal library while I was researching and writing Theodore Roosevelt and His Library at Sagamore Hill, which Rowman & Littlefield published a few weeks ago.  

Throughout his adult life, Roosevelt read between 300 and 500 books each year.  Wherever he went, he brought books with him.  Whether he was rounding up cattle on a ranch in North Dakota, giving campaign speeches from the back of a train, governing the nation from the White House, or exploring an uncharted tributary of the Amazon River, he always made time to read books.  Most of these books came to rest in Sagamore Hill, Roosevelt’s home located near Oyster Bay in Long Island, New York.  In most cases, these books are on the same bookshelves where Roosevelt put them so many years ago. 

The books in Roosevelt’s personal library reflect his love of classic works of literature, his interest in history, and his fascination with the natural sciences.  His reading shaped his values, his point of view, and his thinking on the many topics that interested him.  For Roosevelt, reading was not a passive pastime.  He regularly applied what he learned from his reading to his daily life and to his work in politics.  When he finished reading a book, he often contacted the author to discuss the implications of the author’s main points.  In a sense, Roosevelt’s books provide a window into the workings of his mind. 

The time I spent perusing Roosevelt’s personal library was one of the highlights of my career.  I felt as if I were in his presence, as if I had a glimpse of the inner person behind his public persona as the Rough Rider.

My fascination with Roosevelt’s reading relates to my larger preoccupation with personal libraries.  I always take an interest in the books that people read.  When I am visiting friends and family members, I am drawn to their bookcases like some insects are drawn to lamps.  When I am watching a person being interviewed on television and that person is seated in front of a bookshelf, I often ignore what the person is saying and try to read the titles of the books on the bookshelf instead. 

Perhaps because I am a book collector myself, I feel a sense of kinship with other book collectors.  In many ways, my Storied Charlotte blog is an extension of my book collection.  I actually own many of the books that I write about in my Storied Charlotte blog posts, and many of them are shelved together—I am sure that Roosevelt would approve.

I have followed Andrew Hartley’s career since he joined the faculty at UNC Charlotte in 2005, so I know for a fact that he really is only one person.  Still, I cannot help but think of him as two people.  On the one hand, there is Dr. Andrew James Hartley, the Russell Robinson Distinguished Professor of Shakespeare and author of such scholarly works as Shakespeare and Political Theatre in Practice and The Shakespearean Dramaturg:  A Theoretical and Practical Guide for the Scholar in the Theatre.  On the other hand, there is A.J. Hartley, the New York Times bestselling author of numerous fantasy and thriller novels, such as The Woman in Our House, Steeplejack, On the Fifth Day, and The Mask of Atreus.  Often these two sides of Andrew go their separate ways, but they have converged in his newest novel, Burning Shakespeare.

Burning Shakespeare is a time-travel novel in which an American businessman and Shakespeare hater travels back in time to Renaissance London on a mission to eradicate Shakespeare from history.  He is countered by three recently deceased people from our time who are given a chance to come back to life if they go back in time and stop the businessman from carrying out his mission. 

I recently contacted Andrew and asked him how he came to write Burning Shakespeare.  Here is what he sent to me:

I generally write pretty quickly, producing a first draft in a few months. In periods of frantic energy, I’ve written as many as three books in a year. Not so with Burning Shakespeare.

I began this book in the mid-1990s and put it through a series of radical rewrites over the next quarter century. Every time I came back to it, I’d find that my enthusiasm for the premise and the wryly playful narrative voice stalled mid-way through as the story got bogged down in logistics, the rules of the world I had created and, most insidiously, an impulse to Educate. This is an occupational hazard, of course, and is not of itself a bad thing, but in this case it was killing the story deader than Shakespeare himself.

I’ve written fiction involving Shakespeare—the focus of my life as an academic—before, once in a thriller about a lost play (Love’s Labour’s Won) called What Time Devours, and in two adaptations I wrote with British mystery author David Hewson for audio (Macbeth, a Novel, and Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, a Novel). In each case I had to fight the impulse to slide into lecture mode, but it had been easier to stay on track because in the first case the Shakespeare component was a comparatively minor one (the story involved a complex backstory involving champagne production and the billeting of troops during the first world war, if you can believe that), while the adaptations were kept on track by my (nonacademic) co-author in ways ensuring the story stayed uppermost.

But Burning Shakespeare was a novel about Shakespeare, what he means, what he’s worth, how those things came to be and what outmoded or dangerous baggage have been dragged along with him. He could not be sidelined. The plays took center stage in the novel and it was difficult not to collapse into the role of fan or instructor, writing with one eye on my scholarly colleagues in the dim hope of impressing, as if I was writing yet another academic article.

The story, predictably, suffered, and I realized that I had written not so much a novel as a kind of extravagant footnote. So, I tore it up and started again. And again. And again. I tried rethinking the story as a young adult novel but it quickly started shadow boxing with my sense (real or imagined) of how my teenaged characters were encountering Shakespeare in high school, which made things worse. So, I embraced my own position and centered the story on an aging Shakespeare professor, though without significantly improved results. I tried a narrative involving story elements in the lives of the characters which clearly paralleled plot points from the plays, but this felt clunky and unoriginal. Each time I would labor for a few months, loose interest and put it aside.

In 2019 I came back to it, rereading the latest draft and finding the now familiar emotional journey: initial amused excitement gradually paling as the story failed to live up to its premise. Worse, I realized that the story had become boring. But there was a silver lining to the cloud. This time I could see that the real problem was that I had lived with so much of the story for so long that I had come to view as essential what was merely familiar. Things which had felt fundamental to the narrative, things which had survived every rewrite and editorial tinkering, were just things I had grown comfortable with. They weren’t that good, but they also weren’t the core of the project which I had got used to. That produced the next realization: the story could be saved, but only by breaking it into pieces, discarding much of what I had done, and starting over. I needed new protagonists, I needed new second act elements, and I needed to take more seriously the idea that the present might be better off without Shakespeare in it.

This last point grew out of another nagging realization: the book had grown steadily more and more out of touch with Shakespeare as an academic subject. While my career as a professor had evolved over the last twenty-five years, keeping pace with the shifts and trends of scholarship whose function is to find the concerns of the present in the literature of the past, the book hadn’t. It felt fusty, old fashioned, holding on to ideas about Shakespeare which I might have been taught in the eighties and were now moldering truisms long since picked apart by more recent criticism.

So, one last time, I started over. I took a bulldozer to the plot and a wrecking ball to the dramatic personae, and I made something new, something I found fun and engaging, argumentatively provocative, and more clearly of the present. Of my present. Is it better? I think so. Whether other people will, remains to be seen, but I’m happy with it which, at this point in my life, I call a win.

UNC Charlotte’s Atkins Library new Popular Reading Series will feature A.J. Hartley.  He will discuss Burning Shakespeare, his previous books, and his writing process.

This hybrid author talk and Q&A will be held on Thursday, April 21st, 4-5:30, with a book signing. The event will be hybrid (Halton Reading Room & Zoom). 

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It might sound odd to say, but I am pleased that Dr. Hartley and A.J. Hartley have joined forces in the writing of Burning Shakespeare.  Storied Charlotte is the beneficiary of this fortunate convergence.