Blake Bailey is best known for his prize-winning biographies of great writers who were also destructive — and not just self-destructive — people. His books on John Cheever, Richard Yates, and Charles Jackson have been sympathetic, but unsparing.
And his new book makes you wonder if in telling their stories, he was also sharing his own. It's called The Splendid Things We Planned — a memoir of his own family growing up in Vinita, Oklahoma: eccentric, charismatic, and in the case of his brother Scott, a kind of human time bomb. Bailey tells NPR's Scott Simon that his father had been a kind of "golden boy," and his mother a recent German immigrant and "wistfully intellectual ... I don't think they were meant to be married. But unfortunately, as sometimes happened, my mother got pregnant, and that was Scott, and then the fun began."
On writing about his brother Scott
It took me 11 years to write this book, and part of the reason again is that I'm primarily a biographer. And to be a good biographer, you have to be an empiricist — you have to gather the evidence, you have to keep an open mind, and you have to be objective. You know, a memoirist goes in with all the baggage of a bad biographer.
When I first tried to write this book, it was almost entirely about my brother, and basically, I brainstormed a list of all the biggest catastrophes of his life, and so I wrote that book. And who cares? Because you know from page one that Scott's going down the tubes. A person doesn't destroy himself in a vacuum, so I started over. And over, and over, and I thought more about the good Scott, and I thought about about the ways I failed him, rather than vice versa, and the way our parents had failed both of us. And I think it's a much, much better book.
On Scott's inner life
That was something I really wanted to convey — that people who are addicts, people who are alcoholics, they have a florid inner life, you know. Because they hide themselves from the outside world, and they entertain themselves with all these romantic ideas of what their life might be. Scott wanted to be a rock star, you know, he wanted to have all these girls screaming for him and so forth. So I think Scott had a lot of fun by himself, as addicts often do.
hide captionBlake Bailey has written biographies of John Cheever, Richard Yates and Charles Jackson.
Blake Bailey has written biographies of John Cheever, Richard Yates and Charles Jackson.
On one black-comically terrible Christmas
It's painful, but it's not lacking in its humorous elements. Scott had just gotten out of a three-year stint in prison for various drug offenses, and my mother — though I had warned her repeatedly — took him into her house, and I went home for Christmas. And, well, I was about to say that everything that could have gone wrong did, but it was pretty predictable: He wrecked his car ... on the way back from the liquor store, so he had a pretty healthy cache of liquor. The police obligingly drove him back to us. He got drunk, he terrorized my mother, the next day I took my mother to the police station, and we arranged to have Scott removed as a trespasser.
But what people may not know if they don't have a, you know, psychotic drunken brother, is it's very hard to get a restraining order. So all we could do was have the police remove him. He could come back. So as soon as the police removed him — and that was an interesting scene — we went and bought a gun, and stopped to have a martini at a Chinese restaurant, and I coached my mother: Tell him to sit down, and if he doesn't sit down, you're going to have to shoot him.
So we come back, we expect Scott of course to be laying in wait and to kill us or maim us ... but happily he did not. But he called us, stone drunk, the rest of the Christmas holiday, and would sing German Christmas carols over the phone to us. Because Scott's German was very good, much better than mine.
On telling his own story through those of the writers he's profiled
When I first was finished with this memoir, and I knew people were going to ask, you know, all three of your biographical subjects were colossal alcoholics, did that have anything to do with your own personal experience ... and I was going to kind of take the high road and say, you know, what attracted me to those writers was the excellence of their work. Well, the fact that their work has to do with outwardly prosperous, happy suburban families who are actually blighted by alcohol and mental illness and so forth, might have had something to do with why I was attracted to their work.