Transcript
A (0:00)
Tom Jeanneau is famous for writing essays that have defined both people and events. He wrote a piece called the Falling man, which is like the canonical piece for 9 11. And then later on he wrote the iconic piece for Fred Rogers. What's unique about this conversation is that it's both practical and deep. But it all comes to a head at the end. In this climax, we get to talk about his bookshelf and it fast becomes one of my favorite things that's ever happened on how I write. And you'll notice that this episode is more slowly paced than the other ones. And yeah, I could have done little things to speed it up here or there, but I didn't want to. I wanted to give you the full Tom Janeau experience. Tell me this, when you're writing sentences, what do you feel like you're. You're going for? Both in the first draft, the revision process, is there a feel, a vibe that you feel like you're working towards?
B (0:53)
When I started writing Falling Man, I sat down and I wrote, he leaves this earth like an arrow, or he departs from this earth like an arrow. And the hair stood up on my arms. That became my guiding principle. It was like, if you can keep on doing that, if you can keep on writing sentences that make the hair stand up on your arms, then you got this. It's this tightrope that you walk between. This knowledge that you have, you have privileged knowledge of a subject, and yet what's written is not privileged knowledge of a subject. I don't know what's going to happen next in this sentence, but I'll know it when I find it and I'll keep at it until I find it. And some of that, I mean, you can break that down to rhythm, you can break that down to word choice, you can break that down to a lot of different things, but it's never as organized or systematic like that for me.
A (2:00)
So Falling man is a remarkable piece. I was telling you. I was at breakfast this morning and I was reading the piece, and the waitress comes up to me and sort of. She's really sort of nervous and she says she's sort of stuttering. And she says that that photo really means a lot to me. The photographer was my professor at photography school. And so we started talking about it. And here's how the piece begins. You start with, in the picture, he departs from this earth like an arrow. It's about the falling man from the Twin Towers. Although he has not chosen his fate, he. He appears to have, in his last instance of life, embraced it. If he were not falling, he might very well be flying. He appears relaxed, hurtling through the air. He appears comfortable in the grip of unimaginable motion. He does not appear intimidated by gravity's divine suction or by what awaits him.
B (3:01)
That story was written two years after 9 11. And I wrote that story because on September 12, 2001, two years earlier, on 9 11, I was out at our house in Shelter Island. You know, the news came in hodgepodge, like it came in to everybody else. But the thing that made that day particularly weird and particularly attached to where I was and where we were was that we didn't have a TV at the time. And I couldn't wait to get the newspapers. So I got up early and I went to the drugstore in Shelter island and got the Times, got the Post, got the Daily News, got them all. Still have them. And the. The Times had that astonishing headline, america Attacked. I'm getting the chill just thinking of that. And I opened it up, and on page seven, there's that picture of the falling man. Of the falling man. There's that picture of a man. He is falling, but he looks like he's flying. That is the thing about that picture. He seems almost in repose. And so it was always the contradiction of what that picture represented and how it was shot and what sort of the inner meaning of that picture seemed to be that just captured me right away. And, I mean, within a second, I said, I'm writing that story. Whoa. Yeah. But the thing that sort of complicated matters. Well, two things that complicated matters, and one of them was that I just figured that somebody else was going to write that story. I'm a magazine guy, and I couldn't get into New York City. I was out on the East End of Long Island. They weren't letting people in. I mean, Granger wanted me to come in and start writing about it right then, but I couldn't do it. I also wanted to stay with my wife, you know, and. But so there was. So that was a complication. I just absolutely 100% figured that somebody else was going to do it. And then the other thing is that it became something that people, I would say the whole nation averted its eyes from. I mean, nobody wanted to talk about that picture. Nobody wanted to see that picture. That picture ran the first day, and then, like, never again. It was considered some sort of, like.
