{"id":461,"date":"2009-10-27T16:46:03","date_gmt":"2009-10-27T21:46:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.christophergronlund.com\/blog\/tjw\/?p=461"},"modified":"2009-10-27T17:48:43","modified_gmt":"2009-10-27T22:48:43","slug":"the-big-three","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.christophergronlund.com\/blog\/tjw\/2009\/10\/27\/the-big-three\/","title":{"rendered":"The Big Three"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/www.christophergronlund.com\/blog\/tjw\/images\/lnitr.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"378\" \/>I always loved reading and writing. When I was younger, I read and wrote as much as I could, but I never thought about being a writer. I didn&#8217;t think about being a writer until discovering two things: the movie, <em>Time Bandits<\/em>, and Stephen King&#8217;s book, <em>Different Seasons<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>I saw <em>Time Bandits<\/em> three times the weekend it opened. It was the first time I remember thinking, &#8220;Somebody wrote that!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The first time I watched the movie was for the fun of watching, and the other two times was with the intent of thinking how written words comprising a script became something magical on a movie screen.<\/p>\n<p>In 7th grade, I found a  copy of <em>Different Seasons<\/em> laying around the house. I hadn&#8217;t ventured into too much adult\/contemporary fiction at the time. The four stories in <em>Different Seasons<\/em> seemed to be the perfect introduction to something more than what I was reading in school and on my own. If I didn&#8217;t like the stories, they weren&#8217;t so long that I would have been wasting my time. Fortunately, I liked every story in the book&#8230;especially &#8220;The Body.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Reading the story that was later made into the movie <em>Stand By Me<\/em> made me want to write. It was the kind of story I wished I could write, and since it was in a book that was bought in a grocery store, it meant that there was a market for the kind of thing I knew I wanted to do.<\/p>\n<p>My big sister was a voracious reader. She devoured everything in print: newspapers, books of poetry, library books, books she bought, and books my mother bought. When I saw the copy of John Irving&#8217;s <em>The World According to Garp<\/em> laying around, I picked it up and started reading. It was the thickest book I&#8217;d ever tackled in my 12 or 13 years alive.<\/p>\n<p>There was something about the book I couldn&#8217;t explain. It felt familiar; it felt like nothing I&#8217;d ever read before. I didn&#8217;t get everything about it, but it challenged me to try to understand every word and thing that happened in all those pages. More than anything, I remember feeling for all the characters. Not just, &#8220;Man, that&#8217;s rough,&#8221; but feeling as though they were people I personally knew, who faced all these strange curveballs that life throws our way.<\/p>\n<p>When I set the book down, I had a new favorite writer&#8230;somebody had finally unseated Jack London for top spot in my world.<\/p>\n<p>While John Irving was my favorite writer, I never had the desire to write like him. Oh, sure &#8212; the randomness that life throws our way is in the things I write, and I&#8217;m an unabashed emotional writer, but those aren&#8217;t traits owned by Irving, or even the people he looked up to (Vonnegut and Dickens &#8212; two of my other favorite writers).<\/p>\n<p>I like John Irving so much because I will never set out to attempt to write like John Irving. In his writing, there&#8217;s something I always love; even in the books he&#8217;s written that didn&#8217;t leave me feeling as floored as when I finished <em>The World According to Garp<\/em> or <em>A Prayer for Owen Meany<\/em>. But I will never attempt to thread words together or lay out a plot in the same way Irving does.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I like Irving&#8217;s writing so much because I simply enjoy reading his novels. I don&#8217;t think about how he does what he does; I don&#8217;t want to do what he does. But for days or weeks, I can curl up on the couch and lose myself in stories that feel so familiar, but also feel like nothing I&#8217;ve read before.<\/p>\n<p>Today, John Irving&#8217;s latest, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Last-Night-Twisted-River-Novel\/dp\/1400063841\/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1256679407&amp;sr=8-1\"><em>Last Night in Twisted River<\/em><\/a>, was released. I&#8217;m already savoring every word and looking forward to that bittersweet moment of finishing a book I&#8217;ve waited years for, but not wanting to ever end.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 *\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 *<\/p>\n<p>What writers or stories inspired you to write? Why?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I always loved reading and writing. When I was younger, I read and wrote as much as I could, but I never thought about being a writer. I didn&#8217;t think about being a writer until discovering two things: the movie, Time Bandits, and Stephen King&#8217;s book, Different Seasons. 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