A Feast of Days (Part 1)

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Pictured above: Streets of Oxford




Today's guest post is by emerging writer Darrelyn Saloom, who recently attended
the Oxford Creative Nonfiction Writers Conference,
and is offering up a 2-part narrative on the experience.




Darrelyn is a regular guest here at No Rules. Follow
her on Twitter or read
her previous posts.





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On a Wednesday in November, Deirdre Gogarty and I flew to Memphis at sunset and landed
an hour later in darkness sprinkled with glittering lights. A minivan pulled in front
of Delta's Concourse B. Mike Stanton,
photographer and self-described coffee evangelist, hopped out of the driver's seat
and loaded our bags into the back of the rental. Another writer/blogger/conference
attendee named Louise Julig perched
in the front passenger's seat.  




Mike drove Louise, Deirdre, and me to Oxford, Mississippi, in a vehicle that smelled
of a finely, brewed bean. A full thermos and cups waited to be filled with our driver's
special blend. We poured. We drank. We shared stories. And then Mike took us to a
tiny market/restaurant around eight o'clock that night. He ordered tacos for us in
effortless Spanish. Hungry, we inhaled the best Mexican food I've tasted since my
childhood in McAllen, Texas.




As homemade tortillas assailed my senses I entered a fictive dream. No longer in the
real world but in John Berendt's Midnight
in the Garden of Good and Evil or Ellen Gilchrist's In the Land of Dreamy
Dreams. We drove around the center of Oxford called the square, a haven of independent
bookstores, restaurants, churches, and courthouse. Our chivalrous driver then unloaded
our suitcases at The Inn at Ole Miss and bid us farewell. "You'll be seeing me around,"
he said as he gave us his phone number in case we'd need a ride.




Thursday morning I awoke to blinding sunlight, trees bursting with color, and a hilly
landscape that begged to be walked. Deirdre and I trotted down steep steps, passed
an old train depot, followed sidewalks to the square. We feasted on books, roasted
vegetable sandwiches, and High Point Coffee lattes. We crossed streets as courteous
drivers stopped and waited. Everyone yielded: men, women, even students who looked
too young to drive.




Later that day we attended Neil White's pre-conference
workshop. The author mapped out his approach to writing his memoir, In
the Sanctuary of Outcasts . He handed out brochures and posted diagrams of
Art & Craft. We connected dots from The
Artist's Way , by Julia Cameron and stared at our lopsided lives. Then we discussed
Voice and David Sedaris, Details and Rick Bragg. Neil explained how his original 300,000
words had become 87,000. He brainstormed 150 titles before his intuitive wife pointed
the way to the one he would choose.




Just as the sun began to sink and brighten the trees, Deirdre and I rode a red double-decker
bus to Off Square Books. We sat near
a circular corner stage in fourth-row seats as Jim Dees introduced the house band,
the Yalobushwhackers—this was Thacker Mountain
Radio, a live broadcast for Rebel Radio 92.1 FM to be re-broadcast Saturday night
on Mississippi Public Radio. Here I slipped deeper into my Oxford dream. I held onto
my chair as Ian Frazier read from his latest book Travels
in Siberia . Would someone please pinch me?  




Taylor Hildebrand then sang a few original songs and Lee
Gutkind, the "Godfather of Creative Nonfiction," took the stage and performed
as though he were in a play. He entertained with a story from his travel memoir Truckin'
with Sam. His reading evoked laughter as he humorously described physical
problems he'd had which also made me worry like a mother or a wife. I've never seen
an author execute a reading quite like Lee's. Still in the fictive dream, no one had
pinched me.






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Next, the Bill Perry Trio played
keyboard, drums, and bass. (Pictured above: bass player Keith Fondren.) They
slid from blues to a funky jazz which transported me closer to home. I had to blink.
But when I opened my eyes, I was not leaning on a bar in my hometown in Louisiana
or some jewel of a dive in the French Quarter. Instead, I sipped wine in a bookstore
on the square in Oxford, Mississippi. I'd been gorging on hors d'oeuvres before the
main course arrived. 


 

For the Oxford Creative Nonfiction Writers Conference did
not officially begin until the next day. 




Pictured below: Susan
Cushman and Kathy Rhodes during
Thacker Mountain Radio's live broadcast at Off Square Books. (These two ladies are
the force behind the Oxford conference.)

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