Annie and Buster Fang have spent most of their adult lives trying to distance themselves from their famous artist parents, Caleb and Camille. But when a bad economy and a few bad personal decisions converge, the two siblings have nowhere to turn but their family home. Reunited under one roof for the first time in more than a decade and surrounded by the souvenirs of their unusual upbringing, Buster and Annie are forced to confront not only their creatively ambitious parents, but the chaos and confusion of their childhood.
Written with tremendous heart, wit, and honesty, Kevin Wilson's The Family Fang is a "comedy, a tragedy, and a tour de force....The best single-word description would be genius" (Ann Patchett, bestselling author of Bel Canto and State of Wonder).
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The Family Fang
Annie and Buster Fang have spent most of their adult lives trying to distance themselves from their famous artist parents, Caleb and Camille. But when a bad economy and a few bad personal decisions converge, the two siblings have nowhere to turn but their family home. Reunited under one roof for the first time in more than a decade and surrounded by the souvenirs of their unusual upbringing, Buster and Annie are forced to confront not only their creatively ambitious parents, but the chaos and confusion of their childhood.
Written with tremendous heart, wit, and honesty, Kevin Wilson's The Family Fang is a "comedy, a tragedy, and a tour de force....The best single-word description would be genius" (Ann Patchett, bestselling author of Bel Canto and State of Wonder).
Annie and Buster Fang have spent most of their adult lives trying to distance themselves from their famous artist parents, Caleb and Camille. But when a bad economy and a few bad personal decisions converge, the two siblings have nowhere to turn but their family home. Reunited under one roof for the first time in more than a decade and surrounded by the souvenirs of their unusual upbringing, Buster and Annie are forced to confront not only their creatively ambitious parents, but the chaos and confusion of their childhood.
Written with tremendous heart, wit, and honesty, Kevin Wilson's The Family Fang is a "comedy, a tragedy, and a tour de force....The best single-word description would be genius" (Ann Patchett, bestselling author of Bel Canto and State of Wonder).
Kevin Wilson is the author of the collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth (Ecco/HarperPerennial, 2009), which received an Alex Award from the American Library Association and the Shirley Jackson Award. His fiction has appeared in four volumes of the New Stories from the South: The Year's Best anthology, and he has received fellowships from the MacDowell Colony, Yaddo, and the KHN Center for the Arts. He lives in Sewanee, Tennessee, where he teaches fiction at the University of the South and lives with his wife, the poet Leigh Anne Couch, and his son, Griff.
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Chapter 1
As soon as Annie walked onto the set, someone informed her that she would need to take her top off.
"Excuse me?" Annie said.
"Yeah," the woman continued, "we're gonna be shooting this one with no shirt on."
"Who are you?" Annie asked.
"I'm Janey," the woman said.
"No," Annie said, feeling as if maybe she had walked onto the wrong set. "What is your job on the movie?"
Janey frowned. "I'm the script supervisor. We've talked several times. Remember, a few days ago I was telling you about the time my uncle tried to kiss me?"
Annie did not remember this at all. "So, you supervise the script?" Annie asked.
Janey nodded, smiling.
"My copy of the script does not mention nudity for this scene."
"Well," Janey said. "It's kind of open-ended, I think. It's a judgment call."
"Nobody said anything when we rehearsed it," Annie said.
Janey simply shrugged.
"And Freeman said I'm supposed to take my top off?" Annie asked.
"Oh yeah," Janey said. "First thing this morning, he comes over to me and says, ‘Tell Annie that she needs to be topless in the next shot.'"
"Where is Freeman right now?"
Janey looked around. "He said he was going to find someone to procure a very specific kind of sandwich."
Annie walked into an empty stall in the bathroom and called her agent. "They want me to get naked," she said. "Absolutely not," said Tommy, her agent. "You're nearly an A-list actress; you cannot do full-frontal nudity." Annie clarified that it wasn't full frontal but a topless scene. There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Oh, well that's not so bad," Tommy said.
"It wasn't in the script," Annie said.
"Lots of things that aren't in the script turn up in movies," said Tommy. "I remember a story about this movie where an extra in the background has his dick hanging out of his pants."
"Yes," Annie replied. "To the detriment of the movie."
"In that case, yes," Tommy answered.
"So, I'm going to say that I'm not going to do it."
Her agent once again paused. In the background, she thought she could hear the sounds of a video game being played.
"That would not be a good idea. This could be an Oscar-winning role and you want to make waves?"
"You think this is an Oscar-winning role?" Annie asked.
"It depends on how strong the other contenders are next year," he answered. "It's looking like a thin year for women's roles, so, yeah, it could happen. Don't go by me, though. I didn't think you'd get nominated for Date Due and look what happened."
"Okay," Annie said.
"My gut feeling is to take off your top and maybe it'll only be in the director's cut," her agent said.
"That is not my gut feeling," Annie replied.
"Fair enough, but nobody likes a difficult actor."
"I better go," Annie said.
"Besides, you have a great body," Tommy said just as Annie hung up on him.
She tried to call Lucy Wayne, who had directed her in Date Due, for which Annie had been nominated for an Oscar; she had played a shy, drug-addicted librarian who gets involved with skinheads, with tragic results. It was a movie that did not summarize well, Annie knew this, but it had jumpstarted her career. She trusted Lucy, had felt during the entire shoot that she was in capable hands; if Lucy had told her to take her top off, she would not have questioned it.
Of course, Lucy did not answer her phone and Annie felt that this was the kind of situation that did not translate well to a voice mail message. Her one steady, calming influence was out of range and so she had to make do with the options that were left to her.
Her parents thought it was a great idea. "I think you should go completely nude," her mother said. "Why only the top?" Annie heard her father yell in the background, "Tell them you'll do it if the male lead takes off his pants."
"He's right, you know," her mother said. "Female nudity isn't controversial anymore. Tell the director that he needs to film a penis if he wants to get a reaction."
"Okay, I'm beginning to think that you don't understand the problem," Annie said.
"What's the problem, honey?" her mother asked.
"I don't want to take my top off. I don't want to take my pants off. I definitely don't want Ethan to take his pants off. I want to film the scene the way we rehearsed it."
"Well, that sounds pretty boring to me," her mother said.
"That does not surprise me," Annie said and once again hung up the phone thinking that she had chosen to surround herself with people who were, for lack of a better term, retarded.
A voice from the next stall said, "If I were you, I'd tell them to give me an extra hundred thousand bucks to show my tits."
"That's nice," Annie said. "Thanks for the advice."
When she called her brother, Buster said that she should climb out the window of the bathroom and run away, which was his solution to most problems. "Just get the hell out of there before they talk you into doing something that you don't want to do," he said.
"I mean, I'm not crazy, right? This is weird?" Annie asked.
"It's weird," Buster reassured her.
"No one says a thing about nudity and then, the day of the shoot, I'm supposed to take off my top?" she said.
"It's weird," Buster said again. "It's not totally surprising, but it's weird."
"It's not surprising?"
"I remember hearing that on Freeman Sanders's first movie, he filmed an improvised scene where some actress gets humped by a dog, but it got cut out of the movie."
"I never heard that," Annie said.
"Well, I doubt it's something that Freeman would bring up in meetings with you," Buster responded.
"So what should I do?" Annie asked.
"Get the hell out of there," Buster shouted.
"I can't just leave, Buster. I have contractual obligations. It's a good movie, I think. It's a good part, at least. I'll just tell them I'm not going to do the scene."
A voice from outside the stall, Freeman's voice, said, "You're not going to do the scene?"
"Who the hell was that?" Buster asked.
"I better go," Annie said.
When she opened the door, Freeman was leaning against a sink, eating a sandwich that looked like three sandwiches stacked on top of each other. He was wearing his standard uniform: a black suit and tie with a wrinkled white dress shirt, sunglasses, and ratty old sneakers with no socks. "What's the problem?" he said.
"How long have you been out here?" Annie asked.
"Not long," he said. "The continuity girl said you were in the bathroom and people were starting to wonder if you were just scared about taking off your top or if you were in here doing coke. I thought I'd come in and find out."
"Well, I'm not doing coke."
"I'm a little disappointed," he said.
"I'm not going to take my top off, Freeman," she said.
Freeman looked around for a place to set his sandwich and, apparently realizing he was in a public restroom, opted to hold onto it. "Okay, okay," he said. "I'm just the director and writer; what do I know?"
"It doesn't make any sense," Annie yelled. "Some guy I've never met before comes by my apartment and I just stand there with my tits out?"
"I don't have time to explain the complexities of it to you," Freeman said. "Basically, it's about control and Gina would want to control the situation. And this is how she would do it."
"I'm not going to take off my top, Freeman."
"If you don't want to be a real actor, you should keep doing superhero movies and chick flicks."
"Go to hell," Annie said and then pushed past him and walked out of the restroom.
She found her co-star, Ethan, enunciating his lines with great exaggeration, pacing in a tight circle. "Did you hear about this?" she asked him. He nodded. "And?" she said. "I have some advice," he said. "What I would do is think of the situation in such a way that you weren't an actress being asked to take off her top, but rather an actress playing an actress being asked to take off her top."
"Okay," she said, resisting the urge to punch him into unconsciousness.
"See," he continued, "it adds that extra layer of unreality that I think will actually make for a more complicated and interesting performance."
Before she could respond, the first assistant director, shooting schedule in hand, walked over to them. "How are we doing vis-à-vis you doing this next shot without a shirt on?" he asked her.
"Not happening," Annie said.
"Well, that's disappointing," he responded.
"I'll be in my trailer," she said.
"Waiting on talent," the A.D. shouted as Annie walked off the set.
The worst movie she'd ever been a part of, one of her first roles, was called Pie in the Sky When You Die, about a private detective who investigates a murder at a pie-eating contest during the county fair. When she read the script, she had assumed it was a comedy, and was shocked to learn that, with lines like "I guess I'll be the one eating humble pie," and "You'll find that I'm not as easy as pie," it was actually a serious crime drama. "It's like Murder on the Orient Express," the screenwriter told Annie during a read through, "but instead of a train, it's got pie."
On the first day of shooting, one of the lead actors got food poisoning during the pie-eating contest and dropped out of the movie. A pig from the petting zoo broke out of its pen and destroyed a good deal of the recording equipment. Fifteen takes of a particularly difficult scene were shot with a camera that had no film in it. For Annie, it was a bizarre, unreal experience, watching something fall apart as you touched it. Halfway through the movie, the director told Annie that she would need to wear contacts that changed her blue eyes to green. "This movie needs flashes of green, something to catch the viewer's eye," he told her. "But we're halfway into the movie," Annie said. "Right," the director replied. "We're only halfway into the movie."
One of Annie's co-stars was Raven Kelly, who had been a femme fatale in several classic noir movies. On the set, Raven, seventy years old, never seemed to consult the script, did crossword puzzles during rehearsals, and stole every single scene. While they were side by side getting their makeup done, Annie asked her how she could stand working on this movie. "It's a job," Raven had said. "I do what will pay, whatever it is. You do your best, but sometimes the movie just isn't very good. No big loss. Still pays. I never understood artists, and I couldn't care less about craft and method and all that stuff. You stand where they tell you to stand, say your lines, and go home. It's just acting." The makeup artists continued to apply makeup so that Annie appeared younger and Raven appeared older. "But do you enjoy it?" Annie asked. Raven stared at Annie's reflection in the mirror. "I don't hate it," Raven said. "You spend enough time with anything, that's all you can really ask for."
Back in her trailer, the blinds closed, the sound of white noise hissing from a stress box, Annie sat on the sofa and closed her eyes. With each deep, measured breath, she imagined that various parts of her body were slowly going numb, from her fingers to her hand to her wrist to her elbow to her shoulder, until she was as close to dead as she could be. It was an old Fang family technique before doing something disastrous. You pretended to be dead and when you came out of it, nothing, no matter how dire, seemed to matter. She remembered the four of them sitting silently in the van as they each died and came back to life, those brief minutes before they threw open the doors and pressed themselves so violently into the lives of everyone in the general area.
After thirty minutes, she returned to her body and stood up. She slipped out of her t-shirt and then unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Staring at the mirror, she watched herself as she delivered the lines for the scene. "I am not my sister's keeper," she said, avoiding the urge to cross her arms over her chest. She recited the last line of the scene, "I'm afraid I just don't care, Doctor Nesbitt," and, still topless, pushed open the door of her trailer and walked the fifty yards back to the set, ignoring the production assistants and crew that stared as she passed by them. She found Freeman sitting in his director's chair, still eating his sandwich, and said, "Let's get this fucking scene over with." Freeman smiled. "That's the spirit," he said. "Use that anger in the scene."
As she stood there, naked from the waist up, while the extras and crew and her co-star and just about every single person involved in the movie all stared at her, Annie told herself that it was all about control. She was controlling the situation. She was totally, without a doubt, in control.
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Ann Patchett
"The Family Fang is a comedy, a tragedy, and a tour-de-force examination of what it means to make art and survive your family. Like everything else Kevin Wilson does, I have never seen anything like it before. The best single word description would be brilliant."
--(Ann Patchett, bestselling author of Bel Canto and State of Wonder)
In an earlier interview, you said your stories start with an image and go from there. What was the first image that came to you as you started to write The Family Fang?
I started with a brother and sister forced to play Romeo and Juliet in a school play, trying to decide whether or not to follow the script and actually kiss. From that image, I tried to work backwards to imagine what kind of parents would allow this event to happen and what kind of childhood would make these teenagers consider it. Once the family became clear to me, I found the narrative for them pretty quickly.
Annie’s an actor, Buster a writer. Both pursue creative avenues in their own work, despite their feelings about their parents and the elder Fangs’ happenings. Could either of the Fang children ended up as, say, an accountant or an orthodontist?
They've been conditioned by their parents to accept weirdness and chaos as the way of the world, so I would think that, to Annie and Buster, an accountant would actually be so bizarre they couldn't imagine doing something like that.
Which of the Fangs do you most empathize with?
Annie. She has a brilliant kind of anger that mixes with her sadness in a combustible way. I have this same problem and so when she self-destructs at various times, I feel for her.
When you were just starting out writing stories, you used Granta magazine’s Best Young American Novelistsissue to discover the work of 52 American Writers, from Sherman Alexie to Ann Patchett. Who have you discovered lately?
Anna North has an amazing first novel, America Pacifica, that blends so many different genres in such an original way that it becomes something so brilliantly unique and magical that I couldn't stop reading it. And there are two authors who have yet to publish a book, but their work is so amazing that I can't help but mention them: Adam Peterson, who writes in a style where the initial weirdness suddenly becomes solid and awe-inspiring, and Elliott Holt, who writes with such control and clarity that any story she chooses to tell feels absolutely perfect.
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