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Photograph by Landon Nordeman. <\/p><\/div> Notes From the Night<\/a> is a memoir about Taylor Plimpton’s many years frequenting New York night clubs. (His father is, of course, George Plimpton, a man of many hats\u2014illustrious New York personality, founding editor of <\/em>The Paris Review, pioneer of participatory journalism.) Despite or perhaps because the club scene might be, in Plimpton’s words, \u201cthe worst place in the world” to look for life’s answers, the after-hours arena of dreams, excess, and potentialities turns out to be the perfect place for him to begin. <\/em> <\/p>\n

How would you describe your book? <\/strong><\/p>\n

It\u2019s partly a memoir of my life out in the New York night, and partly a guidebook on how to live that life as best as one can: how to avoid its pitfalls and savor its sweetnesses.<\/p>\n

You once described your book as \u201cthe kind of book moms don\u2019t like.\u201d Would you endorse that statement?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Not at all. On one hand I understand, to hear about your son or any kid destroying himself out at night is not something a mom wants to read about. But it\u2019s a fact of life, in your late teens and early twenties, that\u2019s just what people do: they go out. But I wanted to give people the tools to recognize the nonsense and look past it toward the things that do matter. <\/p>\n

Were you concerned with creating your own style, your own distinct voice?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wanted it to read like I was writing a letter to a good friend\u2014as open and honest and natural as possible. I feel like that\u2019s my duty as a writer, because in memoir, if you\u2019re not being honest, what\u2019s the point? I guess the hope is that if you\u2019re really honest about your own madness, it actually turns out that other people can relate to it, too. In terms of being influenced by other writers, I love the long rambling sentences of Kerouac, and of some of Marquez\u2014the three-hundred-word sentence that rushes on. <\/p>\n

How long did it take you to finish writing?<\/strong> <\/p>\n

About six years. Part of the reason it took so long was that I needed a little distance from that life before I could fully capture what it was about. Trying to write about it while in the midst of it was good for research, but it wasn\u2019t good for finishing it\u2014 <\/p>\n

Right, for clarity of mind\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2014Very little clarity of mind. You know, you go out and you have a good time and take some good notes, and then you wake up the next morning and you\u2019re utterly hung-over\u2014the last thing in the world you want to do is sit in front of a computer to write. <\/p>\n

\"\"So is the book fiction or nonfiction?<\/strong> <\/p>\n

Everything that happens in the book actually did happen. So in that sense it\u2019s nonfiction\u2014it\u2019s all true. But I used certain fictional narrative techniques to make the narrative flow. For instance, the night described in the book takes place in twenty-four hours, from one dawn through to the next. But in reality that single night is a compilation of\u2014<\/p>\n

Six years!<\/strong> <\/p>\n

On some level yes, of six years. The scenes in the book are from two or three big nights combined with episodes from throughout my life in the night. One of the reasons I ended up writing it that way was because it\u2019s actually how I remember it: not as a multitude of individual nights, but as one long, crazy blur of a night. For me that\u2019s closer to the truth than if I\u2019d tried to nail five or six different individual nights exactly as they happened, because my memory of each individual night out is\u2014I don\u2019t know\u2026. <\/p>\n

Not very dependable.<\/strong><\/p>\n

No, not dependable at all. <\/p>\n

Then how trustworthy are your notes?<\/strong><\/p>\n

The notes were very helpful for remembering what I was actually feeling, for sensations, bits of dialog, visuals. For example, one note said something like, \u201cThe girl in the white skirt doing her sweetness-bunny-hop.\u201d So the next morning it helped me remember the whole scene of this girl dancing around, emanating good vibes and all smiley and kind of melting you when she came close. Some of these one-liners ended up in the book. Sometimes whole paragraphs or sections were structured around a single note. The book was as much of an editing project as a writing project\u2014it was built from the smallest blocks on up.<\/p>\n

Did you ever have trouble deciphering your notes?<\/strong><\/p>\n

There are literally scrawls that I still cannot decipher. Sometimes it was a little disheartening because you never knew\u2014theoretically that illegible scribble could have been the key to it all. <\/p>\n

Did going into a club with a notepad change your relationship to what was going on around you?<\/strong><\/p>\n

When you completely lose yourself in a club, you\u2019re not thinking; you\u2019re just existing, living, loving, dancing. There\u2019s almost no way to record that exactly as it is, because it\u2019s just pure existence at that point. If you have a pad out trying to record it, you\u2019re already one step removed. <\/p>\n

Do you see the book as a form of participatory journalism?<\/strong><\/p>\n

My dad was the ultimate participatory journalist. The ironic thing is, as much as I tried to steer my life in an alternate direction, I ended up doing participatory journalism, too. I don\u2019t think my dad would have been comfortable talking about himself in that kind of personally revealing way. He really respected other people\u2019s privacy, and his own privacy, too. He had very strict, almost moral boundaries on what he would report on. When it comes to reporting on myself, I guess I don\u2019t have those same boundaries.<\/p>\n

The book is dedicated to your father. Do you feel that your dad\u2019s influence has been purely positive? Do you fear his shadow, his legacy?<\/strong><\/p>\n

There are obvious advantages to being my dad\u2019s son. It gives me that initial opening that\u2019s so crucial for a young writer: people will actually give my work a chance. And ninety-nine percent of writers don\u2019t get that chance. Then the flipside is that there will be some who say, \u201cIt only got published because he\u2019s his dad\u2019s son,\u201d And there will be plenty of room for people to criticize it more than they might an unknown writer\u2019s stuff. <\/p>\n

But there were so many other more important ways that my dad influenced me. He was a great enjoyer of life, whether it was night or day. He loved being surrounded by people, new people, all sorts of people. He was endlessly curious about everyone. And he loved staying out late, because he never wanted to miss anything. That was passed onto me: not wanting to miss out, wanting to stay up until there\u2019s nothing left.<\/p>\n

The book begins the morning after a long night out; it also ends the morning after a long night out. Why?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some of my all-time favorite moments are from the morning after a long night out. If you\u2019ve stayed up all night to get there, there\u2019s something totally different about the morning. It feels like an ending and beginning all at once. <\/p>\n

I think it\u2019s best described as the feeling of being all dreamed out. You\u2019ve been pushed forward into the night by all of these possibilities and all this potential for future magic and you\u2019re rushing toward it. Then you get to the morning and none of those things are there. But it\u2019s satisfying somehow. It\u2019s like being happily tired after seeing a great concert or running a marathon\u2014that kind of bone-tired happy exhaustion.<\/p>\n

It sounds like writing the book has been a long journey, a marathon effort. How do you feel now that it\u2019s done?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I read through the book today to have it fresh in my mind and there were still little things that I wanted to change. But that\u2019s normal. <\/p>\n

It\u2019s funny, I discovered a beat-up first edition of Paper Lion<\/em> out in Long Island not too long ago. It has my dad\u2019s notes in it. Even after the first edition was printed he was still crossing out lines and writing in little things\u2014it wasn\u2019t finished for him. He still wanted to make it better. So there\u2019s that weird difficulty in letting a book go as an editor and as a writer.<\/p>\n

But it feels so good to have it done. It’s relatable to the feeling you get the morning after a long night out: there\u2019s nothing left to dream for, nothing left to reach for; you\u2019re just where you are and kind of like, \u201cOh well, time to plan for the next night.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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