How
a former urbanite with a maxed-out credit card found happiness
under the wide Nebraska skies
Four
years ago, essayist Meghan Daum very elegantly -- and very publicly
-- explained in a New Yorker essay titled "My Misspent Youth" how
a successful, 20-something, Manhattan-dwelling writer could easily
go broke (and into debt) on approximtely $50,000 a year. Daum
declared her love affair with New York officially over, at least
for the time being, and fled her cramped quarters on the Upper
West Side for the expansive prairies of Lincoln, Neb
"Now
I have a house with many rooms, a big yard, a washer and dryer," enthuses
Daum, who still looks every bit the New Yorker with her short,
spikey hair and black sunglasses. She's back east on a leg of
her book tour, and as we chat in Union Square Park on a one of
the few sunny days of the spring, Daum describes how her moved
helped her grow as a writer. "I heard John Updike say once
that a writer really needs to be an outsider in order to write
well, to see and be open to things," Daum explains. "In
New York, the writers are all insiders. After a certain point,
living in New York, perhaps one is not as open to things as might
be necessary to be a good writer."
It's
clear that outsider status has done great things for Daum. Inspired
by her relocation experience to take on a project as grand in
scale as the landscape visible from one of her rural home's windows,
Daum put aside journalism for a time to write a novel. Her first
effort, The Quality of Life Report (Viking, $24.95), is the story
of young, spirited journalist Lucinda Trout, who, like Daum,
moves from New York to the Midwest (only in Trout's case it's
the wholly fictional Prairie City, USA.)
Trout
first visits the aptly named PC on assignment, as Daum had Lincoln,
and is charmed by the prospect of moving there. As Trout describes
it, the wildly welcoming PC is a place where "farmers waved
at semi-butch lesbians, a place where women threw menopause showers
and the sky -- I noticed this even from my hotel room -- seemed
to eclipse the Earth itself." (Not to mention that entire
houses in PC rent for as little as $400 a month.)
Yet,
despite the similarities between Daum's own choices and those
of her main character, "The Quality of Life Report" is
only "32.9 percent autobiography," she insists. Aside
from Lucinda's long, elegant, philosophical digressions on "quality
of life" that punctuate the book -- "the aspects that
are me are really in the internal stuff, like her ideas about
geographical space and the impact it has on your personal life," Daum
says -- all that author and main character really have in common
are geography and occupation. Unlike Lucinda, who takes up beauty
treatments as a way to stave off the winter blues, the luminous
but decidedly un-Coppertoned Daum stresses, "I would never
have fake nails. Or go to the tanning salon." She adds: "And
I hope that when I arrived in Lincoln I wasn't as flaky and entitled
as Lucinda."
Daum's
eclectic cast of supporting characters -- including Lucinda's
appealingly rugged boyfriend, Mason, and a goofy group of consciousness-raising
ladies with hearts of gold and a pig named Diva Starz -- are,
much to my disappointment, purely fictional, too. (I was hoping
to meet one or two of them on my next trip to the heartland.)
Yet, her picture of the Midwest is starkly real, a place that's
stunningly beautiful in the gentle months and brutal as a bear
in the freezing winter. Daum never thought of moving to the country
as any way of "simplifying" her life. Indeed, part
of the impetus for writing "The Quality of Life Report" came
from a desire to debunk the myth that rural life is somehow easier
than living in the city. "One of the things I wanted to
deal with in the novel was this whole way that the media ran
away with the "simplicity" movement and kind of wrapped
that up in rural life," she explains. "It was so reductive
about living in the country. And part of the satire of the book
is riffing off of all that ridiculous media stuff."
She
says that the basic idea for "The Quality of Life Report" came
to her after surviving a particularly chilling winter in her
new home. As the weather violently rattled her windows, she began
researching "prairie madness," a scientifically documented
syndrome that afflicted 19th century homesteaders in the Dakotas. "Women
and families were literally driven insane by the sound of the
howling wind," she explains. "I started to think about
how prairie madness would affect a contemporary woman -- what
could a 21st century manifestation of wind and grizzly bears
be like?"
Apparently,
leaky windows, poor insulation, busted boilers and a dearth of
sun are our modern-day bears. But they're nothing Daum can't
handle. When I ask whether the quality of life is better in Nebraska
than in New York City, Daum says simply, "It now it is,
because I'm still an outsider." Doesn't she miss New York,
even with its insider-ness? "All the time, all the time."