Lee Houck
and Charlie Vazquez two New York
City-based writers, satdown in July 2008 to talk about
their lives as outsiders, their process of creating
compelling, original fiction, and blowjobs in expensive
cars.
(This
interview originally appeared in Issue 3 of
BigFib.)
Lee:
How are you today? Are you
coming from work?
Charlie:Yes,
I’m good. The summertime here is so crazy. There was a
homeless guy with pink hair-curlers in a terrycloth
bathrobe directing traffic in the middle of Eighth Avenue.
I had to stop and watch for a few minutes—he almost caused
a few accidents, but by Port Authority you can expect just
about anything crazy.
Lee:
I love summer in New York.
It’s a very public city, everything happens out on the
sidewalk. I’ve always wanted to ask you why you moved away
from here.
Charlie:
I was born and raised here
and left in 1988 for Oregon, where I had family at the
time. It was very escapist. It was also really necessary
for coming to terms with sexuality and ‘what am I going to
be when I grow up’—which back then was a rock star. I was
there for 17 years and then did six months in Baja and
Southern California, which was cool. Then I lost two
grandparents really close to each other and that was really
hard on my mom, so I came back in 2006. Writing in New York
brings out the strongest of my writing, I think. It’s my
home and it’s impassioned—for good or bad. I can’t hide
here like I did on the west coast—I’ve become comfortable
with myself, more honest. And that’s great for writing.
When did you get here?
Lee:
January 1, 1998. I didn’t go
to college.
Charlie:
I didn’t go to college,
either. Were you writing at the time?
Lee:
No. I had always written, but
it never occurred to me that a writer was something you
could be. It was just something that I did. I was in a
theater group that had done some work in Tennessee, where I
grew up, and here we were in New York City, trying to do
the same kind of theater, with the same kind of easy
opportunities. Basically what happened next was that we
grew up. We had known each other, some of us, since we were
very young. It was really about finding a way to divorce
from each other. When the theater stuff started falling
apart, I had all this creative energy that needed an
outlet. That’s when it started, actually writing for the
sake of writing, writing consciously. I was 20, maybe 21.
Charlie: And how old are you now?
Lee: I will turn 30 in September.
Charlie:
So, almost ten years.
Lee:
I found that writing really
spoke to what I wanted to say about the world. Writing is
something I can do alone. I don’t need an ensemble.
Charlie:
That’s funny, we have very
similar histories.
Lee:
And then I fell in love with
it.
Charlie:
I also did a lot of
collaborative work on the west coast, in the Portland music
scene, starting in 1989, for about ten years and I got
really sick of working with people. I was always adept at
making other people’s ideas better and no one really wanted
to support me on my ideas, so I moved on. Plus, I was
cosmically stoned for thirteen years and couldn’t have done
it had I tried!
Oregon was a great place to start writing because it’s not
a place obsessed with realism, to any degree. People go to
the opera stoned, wearing fairy wings. People are freer in
Oregon than anywhere else I’ve been to in this country.
Lee:
What were you playing?
Charlie:
In the electronic bands, electric guitar, keyboards,
samplers. In the acoustic projects I played accordion and
ethnic percussion. It was really creative, but I wasn’t
getting a certain kind of charge from it. So I had a friend
who was a real top-notch jeweler and I became his
assistant. He taught me how to set gems and I’d help him
with wax casting. It was a very alchemical, very mysterious
process. And then I sat down in a café—this sounds so
corny, but my options were so limited, and I was like “I’m
going to write a book.” When I look back on it, it’s very
embarrassing (laughs). It’s embarrassing subject matter.
But to be able to assemble words on pages and to give that
to someone who can read it and tell you what they got out
of it—I find it so magical and I think it’s like cave
painting.
Lee:
In that you’re starting from
nothing.
Charlie:
Some days nothing happens.
Lee:
But I think that’s the
process, too.
Charlie:
Input, output. I have long
periods [of non-writing] before I start writing something
new and I get more ideas from non-fiction than I do from
fiction. It’s weird.
Lee:
I just stop, for however long
it takes to get going again. Maybe it’s not the best habit,
and it’s why I’m so slow, I guess. And as I discover other
things that are interesting to me, I need it less. I need
the immediacy of writing less.
Charlie: I read an article about how different writers like
different shit around them while they’re writing—like
music, candles and so forth.
Lee:
I’ve been writing at a
computer since the beginning. Since the fifth grade I’ve
been typing on a keyboard. I can’t even read my handwriting
anymore, because I never use it. I hear about certain
writers working longhand, and I can’t even imagine. From
the beginning I’ve written and edited all on the screen.
You can change things on the computer quickly, you can
change the order of the sentences without allowing them any
time to settle. Endlessly for three hours. I hear writers
complain about that. But I think that’s where my work comes
from, the ability to change things really, really quickly.
So for me, I have to be at the computer, that’s when things
happen. I make a lot of notes, but nothing ever gets
assembled until I’m at the computer. And then I always have
to have music on.
Charlie:
So you do listen to music?
Lee:
Yes, constantly. It has to be
something that I kind of know. I don’t want to listen to a
new record.
Charlie:
Does it divide your
attention?
Lee:
I’m not sure. I need to know
what’s going to happen in the music, do you know what I
mean? I’m a control freak, I guess.
Charlie:
(laughs) Uh-huh.
Lee:
I want to be able to sense
the moods that are coming up. I don’t want to be surprised.
Charlie:That
makes sense. You have to control your environment.
Lee:
A friend of mine likes to put
his iTunes on shuffle, which is like my nightmare, just
having some random song happen. It’s a bit ridiculous.
There are worse tortures. But that one is pretty huge for
me. Having some song come on that you don’t want to come
on. Because once it happens, it’s happened, and it’s in
your head, and you’re somewhere else.
Charlie:
I think lyrics interfere with
the synthesis of language. I can listen to opera, and I
love boys’ choirs.
Lee:
Operas in other languages?
Charlie:
If it’s another language, I
can’t scrutinize it. If it’s English or Spanish or French
it divides my attention.
Lee:
Opera to me never sounds like
language. Even an opera in English sounds to me like….
Charlie:
French I can almost separate
because I don’t know it as well. You know—classical music
or nothing. It depends on the project, too. So you can
listen to rock music?
Lee:
It comes down to ‘I want to
listen to music that I like’. I only listen to things
that—I’d go hear the band in concert. And my OCD is such
that I want to hear the same record five times in a row.
I’ll put a record on repeat and listen to it all night
long. If these were CDs I was listening to, they’d be
broken by now. Speaking of language, your story “In the
City of the Dead” takes a lot of personality from the
language, the narrative is very much hand-in-hand with the
language, both informing each other, how do you arrive at
that?
Charlie:
As a Latino, there are times when you use English and
others times Spanish. This comes through in that story, for
sure. I tried to evoke the mood through speech, through
word choice, length of sentences, the thoughts of the
narrator. In “In the City of the Dead” you have this
narrator who’s figuring out the details of his
hallucinogenic existence, so there’s an element of caution
and mystery at first. But by the end he’s fully aware of
his sexual attraction toward the strange black man that
has—essentially—brought him back to life. So yes, there was
a conscious effort to match the speech with the
atmosphere—which is the South Bronx of the 1970s—injecting
it with mystery, mysticism and an abrupt sexual
realization. Do you write for long stretches?
Lee:(laughs) No, because writing for me is,
you know, I sit down, I write a bit, then I decide that I
have to vacuum, and then I sit down again, and then
something needs adjusting on the bookshelves. I might be
writing for five hours, but I’m really only writing for two
hours or so. It’s this elaborate, ridiculous ritual about
my headspace. Another reason I work that way is, I think,
the entire development of my writing style happened while I
had a day job. So I was writing while I was answering the
phone, filing things, answering emails. Part of my initial
process is about setting the groundwork, and also remaining
unhinged a bit. Letting your focus be slightly somewhere
else. I like to stumble out of bed and immediately start
writing. Through the day you’re like “what the fuck was I
thinking?” But you can really find some interesting things
there, when your brain is sort of—
Charlie:
Fresh. Nobody’s on your
nerves, you haven’t talked on the phone.
Lee:
Right, there’s this sort of
subconscious thing happening. But it’s not often that I
actually get to do all that. If I do write something down
on paper, I find that I write these really baroque, really
long sentences, and then when I sit down at the computer, I
just want to chop them up into little curt-sounding—
Charlie:
There is something about a
computer that sort of—
Lee:
Well—the laptop screen is
only going to show me a certain number of words at a time.
For long projects, I try to break out of that, try to see
the work as a whole somehow. There’s no secret to it, you
know, you just figure out how to do it and then you do it.
People tell me ‘I try to write and nothing happens.’ And I
say ‘that’s it, you’re doing it (laughs).
Charlie:
There’s this urge to want to
express something, or to invent something.
Lee:
And it’s the medium. Writing
is about periods and sentences, and about reading what
you’ve written and thinking: that’s the pinnacle of the
expression of that idea. It’s not music, it’s not opera.
It’s words on paper, and that’s the experience you’re
reaching for. I love writing because I’m a control freak. I
want to deliver the words to the audience in a very
controlled environment. You sitting with the book in your
hands. It’s a very direct experience.
Charlie:
So your first novel’s
finished?
Lee:
Yes, it’s called Yield. But
it’s not published. Sections of it have been published in a
bunch of different anthologies. It’s been through the
wringer with many publishers who, for various reasons,
aren’t interested in it—the style, the themes, the state of
publishing in general—a million other issues. I have this
idea for recording it as an audio book, and releasing it
via iTunes. I’m going to do that in the fall. I’m mainly
interested in that as a project—to see if I can do it and
do it well. An anthology of my work, Collection, is out
there, you can get it via my website. It’s primarily a
selection of my non-fiction. The book is built to fit in
your back pocket, with short pieces that you can start and
finish on the bus, or train or what have you.
Charlie:
And in Yield, in the opening
scene, the narrator is giving a blowjob in a BMW?
Lee:
How funny that you’d remember
that. Simon, my narrator, is remembering some things—about
his childhood, and other things—and setting the scene. And
the reader discovers that he’s giving a blowjob in an
expensive car. Simon is a hustler. So he gets around.
(laughs).
Charlie: Oh, I wouldn’t know anything about…getting around.
(laughs) Did you ever do that?
Lee:
Oh, I’ve given head in
expensive cars and broken down wheelbarrows (laughs). But,
really? No, no blowjobs in cars. Some handjobs while
driving (laughs). I was never driving at the time. For the
record.
Charlie:
I know I did, I’m trying to
remember the exact scenarios—
Lee: Things become blurry…
Charlie:
Especially back then, I was
drinking a lot. But I really had a lot of fun and I don’t
regret any of it. And I got all this material, for all this
erotic stuff. Writers are essentially thieves, aren’t we?
The more places we explore, the more textures, characters,
backdrops, motifs and dramas we can explore in our writing,
right?
Lee: Yes, and much of the sex I write about
is completely stolen from The Leatherman’s Handbook by
Larry Townsend. There were all these ideas in this book
that approached S&M from a very organized, very
clinical standpoint.
Charlie:
There’s a strict code of ethics.
Lee: There are limits, yes. Not just
physical limits within sexual behavior, but like, okay,
here is a list of boots. These boots are allowed. And you
get a sense that other boots are not allowed (both laugh).
At some point it becomes a kind of performance of itself. I
was interested in that. I couldn’t really invent some of
those scenes for Yield, I had to steal them from somewhere.
There’s a scene where Simon, the narrator, is pissing in
ice cube trays so one of his clients can save it for later.
I knew someone who actually did that.
Charlie:
That’s the beauty of writing—you take someone from the real
world and make them more of what they are. I worked at a
sex-toy store [Spartacus Leathers] for six months and had
already been exposed to leather. I spent way too much time
at the sleazy Portland Eagle and got into a lot of trouble.
Working at Spartacus was really amazing because I’d help a
gay male couple with tit clamps or whatever and then a
lesbian couple would come in and I had to know all about
how lesbians have sex, what their needs are, what their
allergies are, the materials. There was a great book
section, I’d say, “Read this.” Everything from underground
BDSM novels to how to inflict cock-and-ball torture. And I
read all those books because that’s how we were taught to
sell the merchandise.
Lee: Someone asked me whether my boyfriend
got turned on by my writing. I asked him.
Charlie:
And what did he say?
Lee: He said no. (laughs.)
Charlie:
I’ve never asked John [Charlie’s boyfriend - Ed] but John
reads everything I write.
Lee: Well I think that sex in my work, it’s
meant to draw you in. It’s not supposed to turn you on. I
try to use sex as the entrée into the things I really want
to talk about, which are intimacy and closeness and the
lack of that between people. Here I have this whole novel
about a hustler trying to find somebody to care about him.
But people have said to me that they found parts of it
erotic.
Charlie:
Well I think erotica’s changing and I think that queer
writers have been writing for so long…
Lee: You know I don’t feel this post-gay
identity theft that everybody’s always talking about. We’re
queer, we eat each other’s assholes and suck each other off
in BMWs. That is never going to change, you know? There’s
this idea that we’re past our sexual indentity…the marriage
issue…
Charlie:
There’s this desire to de-sexualize us. And I like being on
the other side and saying “right back at you.” That’s proof
to me that this whole gay assimilation thing is—I want to
see where this is in ten years. There’s a
political-correctness about it that I don’t trust.
Lee: It’s about masking.
Charlie:
They’ll de-sexualize us—like on TV, literature.
Lee: It’s frightening.
Charlie:
It is frightening. Even with my mom who’s accepting of
queers—I can see her vibrations warp when I discuss
anything about gay male sex—and I sterilize it for her.
Lee: Even with this gay marriage thing—I
mean I’m all for gay marriage but it’s not something I care
about. I think that if gay people want to get married they
should—but I also really don’t care about it. What I really
think should happen is that the government as a whole
should stop rewarding partnerships of any kind. They should
abolish all benefits for marriage regardless—straight or
gay.
Charlie:
Amen! Listen to what grouchy old men we sound like—let’s
talk about hustling some more.
Lee: (laughs.) My hustler friends have all
said that people touch the way they want to be touched. You
know, like during sex, you can feel the way the other
person is touching you and that’s how they want to be
touched.
Charlie:
“How to blow Narcissus.” Narcissus and his reflection in
69.