A Conversation with Megan Mayhew Bergman about her debut collection of short stories, Birds of a Lesser Paradise
You live with a variety of animals on a small farm in Vermont, and your husband is a veterinarian. How have your interactions with animals informed your writing of these stories?
Interacting with animals draws me into a physical world, which is where I want to be. I've always been an animal person, and my husband is basically an enabler - now I can get access to all the one-eyed cats and neurotic beagles I want. In fact, we kind of maintain a secular, downtrodden version of Noah's ark in our farmhouse. But instead of beautiful beasts, we have decrepit, incontinent dogs, rescue goats, and vicious cats marauding around.
My husband can break my heart any day with shop talk. I spend time in the clinic with him after hours, and when I leave, each patient weighs on me. How did the cat with liver failure end up? What choice did the owner make about the old lab with the lung tumor? There is constant tension in his work, an ethical dilemma around every corner. That, in addition to our emotional investment in companion animals, is the stuff narrative is made of. Love, choice, grief, change.
You're clearly an animal lover, but you also write extensively about the menace of animals - often it can't be helped, it's their nature. Do you think humans also have a wild, brutal side?
I'm attracted to, and interested in, primal innocence. I think it's a quality animals and children share.
When I was writing this collection, I was grieving the death of my mother-in-law and acclimating to life with my first child. The following questions often occurred to me: What will we do for survival? The protection of our offspring? I'm fascinated by the primal self - though we operate in an industrialized society, I figure our bodies and minds haven't evolved at the same breakneck pace. I think vestiges of our animal selves bubble up more than we realize. Are our drives and needs really that different from those of our ancestors
I have a background in anthropology which I can never manage to shake. When someone brings me a casserole, I can hear my professor's voice: there is no such thing as altruism. Or if I get lost driving, I think: that's okay Megan, your female predecessors stayed near the yurt and gathered berries. Your brain wasn't designed for complex navigation. (The feminist in me quickly raises an objection.)
And there you have my interior dialogue... a messy business.
Has motherhood impacted your understanding of the natural world, and if so how has that influenced your writing?
The act of having children did not completely agree with my environmental and feminist beliefs, yet I determined it would be biologically and emotionally satisfying. And it was, which wreaked havoc with my belief system. Suddenly 95 percent of my being was directed to promoting my child's welfare. The other 5 percent mourned my loss of freedom, and in between feedings I was growling at my husband, mumbling lines from de Beauvoir's The Second Sex.
Motherhood is a whopping dose of humility. It takes you out of your head and puts you back into the world; you must invest in others. There is less time, in the early years, to dwell on bleaching your teeth or promoting your work.
Nothing, I think, returns you to your body more than childbirth. It's a violent, primal act, and sublime. My heightened awareness about potentially dangerous people and objects in my peripheral vision made me feel downright animal. The urge to protect my children at all costs permeates every moment of my life. Motherhood does something strange to the self; it makes you a little wild. The urge to exist and persist is a struggle all living things share - this idea is at the heart of all my stories.
How biographical are these stories? Are there pieces of your personality in each of your female characters?
No one of these stories is completely biographical, but there is a piece of me in every protagonist: the woman who worries if she should become a mother at all, the woman who struggles to conceive, the mother who finds purpose in her children and fears failure. There are women who want a wilder life, women who struggle to be dutiful daughters, women who are suspicious of human exceptionalism. Women with good intentions and a history of mistakes. Women who are homesick, nostalgic. Women eager to make sense of the world who are occasionally struck with human guilt, a sense of culpability in the earth's deterioration. Women who, in the face of grief, become reliant on a sense of humor or a companion animal for comfort.
Many of your characters seek solace in certain places, whether it's the North Carolina swamplands in "Birds of a Lesser Paradise" or the small seaside town in "The Right Company." Have you ever felt such a pull to a particular location? How does where you live define who you are?
I'm pulled toward places that have an air of mystery: wilderness, abandoned or historic houses, rural towns. These places have different rules. You lose a sense of control, and that's exciting to me.
I think a lot about places I passed driving the rural roads of North Carolina in my youth, the way an empty, paint-stripped farmhouse could jumpstart my imagination for hours. Who lived there? What happened? What still happens there?
A lot of times we self-select where we live, which says something about a character. But sometimes we're pulled to a place for a job or a person, which is also revealing. I think it's possible to find yourself partially defined by a place; location can impact your internal rhythm, food intake, friendships, proximity to family. When people are away from family, they are away from habits and watchful eyes, and able to make a life of their own. I'm always fascinated by the pull of home, even on people who opt to leave.
We come to place by a series of choices, and ultimately choices make characters interesting.
Many of your stories take place in the South, where you grew up, and you maintain a blog titled "Amateur Yankee" (www.mayhewbergman.com). Do you think Southerners have a different relationship with nature than Northerners do?
I can't speak for others, but I have a different relationship with the outdoors up north. In the south, I took the outdoors for granted; it was almost always accessible. But part of the reason we moved to Vermont is that we wanted to be outside more; we wanted acreage, gardens, ruminants.
In North Carolina, our historic house backed up to a donut shop, and vagrants drank beer behind our fence. We were close to the small town I grew up in, the tea-colored ocean I love. I knew the sandy soil, the tall pines, the crops growing in the fields, the soundscape: people talking slow, cicadas buzzing. During the building boom, I watched high-density housing developments consume my childhood landscape. I knew how to get into a hot car without burning myself. We hiked well-groomed trails and picked up after our leashed dogs.
In Vermont, the animals must be fed regardless of the two feet of snow outside. The garden must be weeded in spring and summer. I've gotten into bird watching, primarily because Vermont is a quiet place and I notice the birdsongs, the swooping flight of a Pileated woodpecker. I run lonesome roads, and often encounter stray cows, deer, porcupines, groundhogs, rabbits, and unleashed dogs. My neighbors in Vermont boast as much about their gardens as they do their children.
I've been fascinated by my adaptation process. I finally figured out how to dress for the winter (down everything). I learned to run in the snow. I can drive in conditions I once considered apocalyptic. In Vermont, we are religious about the weather. You have to know whether or not there is going to be snowstorm - especially if childcare and airport logistics are involved. But I always feel a twinge of homesickness as the winter settles in, or when I step off a plane in North Carolina and feel the humidity on my skin. I miss the violence of southern storms. I wonder if this will change as years pass, and the idea of "home" shifts.
The story "The Artificial Heart" is a bit of a departure - it takes place in the year 2050, after all forms of life in the world's oceans have died off, and an elderly man's fake heart keeps ticking even as the rest of his body is shutting down. How did you extrapolate these plot points from the present moment?
Hospitals often suggest you write a living will before you give birth - cheery, right? When told to do so, I started asking myself questions about quality of life, and what I would want for myself and my family. Recently, an elderly person whom I love made a request that the nursing home not take any dramatic measures to revive her if she should fall seriously ill. I thought it was a brave and definitive statement. This person, well into her nineties, was frank, saying: I'm tired and I'm ready.
With our increasing ability to prolong life with technology, it is possible that, in many cases, minds will increasingly outlive bodies, and bodies, minds. Taking care of aging parents results in emotional and financial pressure, joy and heartbreak. What do we owe each other? Ourselves?
My husband and I talk constantly over the dinner table about his thought process when it comes to euthanizing animals. Judging quality of life - especially when a patient can't talk to you about it - is a subjective business. So is mercy, and all that big-idea stuff.
I want to be clear - I have no prescriptive opinions to add, only questions to ask, scenarios to imagine. The Artificial Heart probes issues of guilt and accountability. How will we feel when we discover we've pushed people, and our natural resources, too far? I'm fascinated, also, by our capacity to forgive, and to love broken things.
Interview reproduced from Simon and Schuster website.