A fairly intimate look at the obsessive, ultra-focused, ultra-driven (self-driven, always), ultra-intelligent, multi-talented-in-the-realm of writing, Joyce Carol Oates. Having read this book I can now say, "Ah yes, it all makes perfect sense...the parts that I previously did not know, like JCO being part Jewish, on her paternal grandmother's side, or the parts that I previously only suspected, like JCO being a periodic anorexic (the label "compulsive non-eater" came to me as befitting JCO.)
She is truly a racehorse of writing, (an aside: she and her husband had a brief stint co-owning a racehorse, but sold their share despite success at the track, because they found the upkeep of such a beast too expensive!! JCO has the child-of-immigrants, working class thriftiness despite her [well-deserved] financial success.)
One thing that I'm still confused about is the inspiration and degree of reality (as in, true story, not fiction) of the novel "them." I was really haunted by "them" and have read it I believe three times in my life. Part of the fascination is the Author's Note at the beginning telling us she took the story almost directly from a former student who wrote to her and spilled her life's squalid and amazing story. Well in "Invisible Writer," Johnson makes no reference to this aspect, except to mention a rather conflicting account of a black female student of JCO's husband telling him about being raped and severely beaten by the mother's boyfriend. Johnson says that this is where JCO got the idea of Maureen Wendall (who is white) being raped and beaten like that. But in JCO's "Author's Note" she says she basically took ALL of the "Student-who-inspired Maureen Wendall"'s recollections and the story practically wrote itself. I don't know what to believe any more, and I would write to JCO myself, resisting the urge to spill my own family skeletons to the amazing writing machine, but just ask about the Wendall saga and the Author's Note. I suppose because, (if the Note is true), these are real people and their privacy needs protection, we will never know. The lines between truth and fiction remain ever-blurred.
Invisible Writer: A Biography of Joyce Carol Oates is a privileged glimpse at a writer who is likely very misunderstood as being a "private person" when indeed she is more of an "invisible person" because her writing is almost everything to her, "life's blood" as she has stated a few times, and the wispy thin, pale ghost-like person banging away at the typewriter comes across as quite likable and generous with her intellect. This book made me want to read more of her works, besides "them" and "You Must Remember This" although I will probably give her Gothic phase a pass. Some people think in terms of all the things they want to do before they die. JCO thinks in terms of all the things she wants to write before she dies. (She may have had a slight change of focus: this biography was written a couple of decades ago; since then JCO's beloved husband Raymond Smith has died, and she has remarried and, last i read, she wants to lighten up and experience travel and fun...so, who knows?)
As another reviewer on goodreads said, JCO is a complicated person. I found myself liking JCO and then at other times feeling irritated by her. For all her fascination with morbidity, she seemed utterly unprepared for real-life losses such as when a middle-aged alcoholic woman friend of hers died of alcohol-related illness, and later when her middle-aged male editor also died of disease. The biography ends before JCO even has to suffer the death of her own parents, or her husband Raymond in his late 70s, but I gather (from the books she later wrote) that JCO did not do well with those losses either. There's almost this wide-eyed innocence when something actually happens to her, I suppose because her life had been in books and ideas for so long that reality was a bit of a smack to the core of the JCO system.
I found it odd that JCO's autistic sister Lynn just sort of appears out of nowhere, granted she is 18 years younger than Joyce, but it's like, oh by the way, this happened...but we don't really get any sense of Joyce as a sibling to either of her sibs, her brother of six years younger or her sister of 18 years younger. I can't really trust JCO...I feel that she herself is perhaps on the spectrum and hence looks after herself first and basically all her emotions are filtered through her writing. Still it's an achievement that Greg Johnson pieced together this portrait of a remarkable woman. I certainly feel that though I can't trust JCO, and I know that her writing comes first and she steals or borrows without intention of giving back, if needs be, for her stories, she is nevertheless a genius and quite lacking in a major ego. I feel like i got to know her, even if there is still so much about her that is unavailable due to the incredible discipline and passionate love she has for her craft, her art, her "life's blood."