In the latest issue of
Rolling Stone , (1016/1017), Neil Strauss contributes an excellent profile of the writer and rock avatar, Paul Nelson. Nelson, who I first read in
The Rolling Stone Illustrated History of Rock & Roll, was arguably the genre’s greatest critic. To know Nelson’s work is to understand where Lester Bangs and Greil Marcus come from.
Nelson died this past July at the age of sixty-nine. Strauss gives us a clear portrait of a man who lived for art. But here’s the part of his life that fascinates me - as adamant and passionate a writer he was, for the last fifteen years of his life, Nelson produced almost no new writing. After leaving
Rolling Stone in the early 1980s, he produced a handful of pieces before going to work at a Greenwich Village video store, opting for a job where he didn’t have to think. It’s this decision that puts him in line with another quagmire of a writer,
Joseph Mitchell, who, after submitting “Joe Gould’s Secret,” never published another word in
The New Yorker or elsewhere. And like Mitchell, Nelson often told friends that he was writing a screenplay, (in Mitchell’s case a novel) - a work that no one ever saw.
What is it that causes a writer to go silent? The cheap answer is that he has run out of things to say. For people who buy into that theory, suicide is often the next step, as
Mishima demonstrated with impeccable theatricality. But unlike one former colleague, I do not find any nobility in taking one’s life. Mitchell mustn’t have either, since he lived into his nineties. Also, there is evidence that both continued to write…it’s just that they stopped submitting work for publication. Nelson kept on accepting offers to write for various magazines. Some pieces he finished others he didn’t. Perhaps he couldn’t bring himself to complete a project, or, like Orson Welles, he developed a deep-seated anxiety about how the new material would fare when compared to the great works that came before.
But this is all speculation on my part.
As someone who does not believe in writer’s block, I tend to search for a reason that is less Romantic. Strauss finds an apt metaphor of the gunslinger, the person who knows the world is changing and opts not to go along with the changes. As far a Nelson is concerned, the tipping point may well have been the editorial edict for shorter album reviews that became the standard form in the mid 80s. If that’s case, then it’s not a question of having nothing to say, it’s a matter of integrity. For Nelson, it seemed to be more about sticking to his principles than conforming to the latest trend. And while one can argue the self-destructive aspect of that action, you have to admire the guy for taking a stand.
You can read some samples of Nelson’s writing for
Rolling Stone here.
Finally, in honor of Mr. Nelson, no semicolons were used in this post.