SIMON SAYS by Hank Phillippi Ryan

Agatha, Anthony and Macavity award-winning investigative reporter Hank Phillippi Ryan is on the air at Boston's NBC affiliate. Her work has resulted in new laws, people sent to prison, homes removed from foreclosure, and millions of dollars in restitution. Along with her 26 EMMYs, Hank’s won dozens of other journalism honors. She's been a radio reporter, a legislative aide in the United States Senate and an editorial assistant at Rolling Stone Magazine working with Hunter S. Thompson.


Her first mystery, the best-selling PRIME TIME, won the Agatha for Best First Novel. It was also was a double RITA nominee for Best First Book and Best Romantic Suspense Novel, and a Reviewers' Choice Award Winner. FACE TIME and AIR TIME are IMBA bestsellers, and AIR TIME was nominated for the AGATHA and ANTHONY Award. (Of AIR TIME, Sue Grafton says: "This is first-class entertainment.")

 

Her newest, DRIVE TIME, earned a starred review from Library Journal saying it “puts Ryan in a league with Lisa Scottoline.” And Breaking News! DRIVE TIME was just nominated for the Agatha Award for Best Mystery of 2010.


Hank's short story won the AGATHA, ANTHONY and MACAVITY for Best Short Story of 2009.


Hank is on the board of New England Sisters in Crime and the national board of Mystery Writers of America.  Her website is http://www.HankPhillippiRyan.com







SIMON SAYS

By Hank Phillippi Ryan


I’m a little starstruck.


Back in the um, sixties, when I was just learning about the world and about writing and about how we’re all connected, I of course fell in love. With Paul Simon. 


I don’t remember the first “record” (remember records?) I ever bought—it might have been Lets Twist Again.  (Which I should have realized was a precursor to being a mystery author—“the twist” being such a critical part of any such novel.  But I, as usual, digress. ).  And of course I remember the Beatles—those of us from a certain era can certainly bring back the memory of that first earful of the Beatles.


But I do remember the first song lyrics that really bowled me over. It was Sounds of Silence. I was a bookish kid, always reading and hyper-thoughtful and all that. And Sounds of Silence—wow.  “Hello, darkness, my old friend?” Yikes.  Paul Simon got me. And didn’t let go.  And the idea of lyrics as literature, lyrics as poetry, lyrics as just as gorgeous and complicated and compelling as any good novel—began to evolve in my head.


Remember Paul Simon’s American Tune?


 Many’s the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home


And “America”?


Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together

(I promise this has a point.)


Even though my career took a different path, I always wanted to be a mystery author. And when you think about it –being an investigative journalist—as I’ve been for the past thirty-plus years and being a mystery author are actually similar.


Because they’re all about tell the story. Right? With compelling characters, and important conflicts, and in the end, there’s change and if you’re lucky, justice. Whether its fact, or fiction, we try to tell the story. In the most efficient, most succinct way. In the sparest possible way. The most power in the fewest words.


And Paul Simon’s lyrics, always seemed to do that.


In The Obvious Child, on a man’s life journey:


Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself
How it's strange that some rooms are like cages


Boy in the Bubble-where the universe and our place in it are put into perspective


The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky


So you can imagine my delight, as a fan of Paul Simon’s for so many years, to be invited to a very exclusive discussion-seminar he was giving in Lyrics as Literature.

 

The other panelist—the Pulitzer-prize-winning poet Paul Muldoon.  

 
About two hundred people, at the most, were individually escorted into a smallish room at the JFK Library, and I must say, I was nervous.  Would I be able to ask him a question? What would I ask? Maybe about--The Boxer? Where does a story-song like that come from, and how is it crafted?



I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises


But most important, what could I learn about lyrics as literature? I knew, I just knew, that Paul Simon would have something I could take away and use. (I know, it would be ironic here if it turned out that didn’t happen, and he was boring and pompous and selfish. But for once, irony does not win. He was brilliant and thoughtful and astonishing.)  Remember Kathy’s Song?


And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.


So out he comes, all kind of shabby-in-a-cute-way looking, and smiling, and with a fleece and a battered old hat, and I’m fumbling in my purse for my camera thinking—I’m going to do it, I don’t care I’m going to get a photo! And my husband is poking me with an elbow—shush, don’t take a picture.  So I held off, (briefly) and took notes instead.

Paul Simon first quoted Coleridge—that writing is “trying to put the best words in the best order.”


He talked about being in the zone—“As a writer, I’ve experienced that a few times. And that’s the beauty, isn’t it? When you’re starting from scratch, that’s the start of something interesting. If I knew what I was doing, what’s the point?”


How do you know if a song will be good? “You can’t know. It’s a mystery. That’s what’s so great about it. But you can access bliss. If you’re lucky, you can find it. That’s WHY you do it. Just to catch a glimpse of it.”


He was asked—is there anything you wish you could take back?  He thought about it, smiled, then said, “I’d prefer not to tell you. Anyone can be bad. So why should I be ashamed?”


Do you know when you’re good? He smiled, and admitted—“You start to recognize it.” He said when he wrote in Graceland  ‘And I see losing love Is like a window in your heart’:  “I had to sit down.”


And when he wrote ‘Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down,’  he said to himself, “Well,  that’s better than you usually do.”


I didn’t get to ask a question, but I didn’t care. He said he “…wasn’t sure he believed in the muse, but what the heck. Can’t hurt.”


And here’s the point of the whole thing:


 “If you believe in the Muse,” Paul Simon said, “the Muse may believe in you.”


And let me just say—I left the room, clutching my camera. Thinking about my new book. Believing. And humming:


Still crazy
Still crazy
Still crazy after all these years…

 So--what's your favorite Paul Simon song?    Do you think of lyrics as literature?