The ABC Structure: The Day My Sister Shot the Mailman and Got Away With It, Of Course

The ABC Story

This is how Crazy For You got started. In 1996, Ron Carlson gave my graduate class a writing exercise based on a Joyce Carol Oates story that was structured by using 26 sentences, the first one beginning with A, the second with B, and so on. When I sat down to write the story, I thought Carlson was giving us busy work. When I finished it, I knew he was a genius teacher because writing that exercise showed me that any structure will work as long as it is a structure. So here it is from the Carlson Workshop, my Alphabet Exercise:

After my sister, Zoë, shot the mailman, Mama grounded her for twenty-four hours and made her miss the big dance over at the Grange Hall in Xenia, but Zoë said it was worth it just to hear old Buster scream, and she didn’t care anyway because her boyfriend, Nick, is away at boot camp so there’s not much fun in Zoë’s life except for taking out the occasional public servant with a beebee gun.

Buster Turnbull was a truly terrible mail carrier, Mama told Zoë when she grounded her, but shooting him was just un-neighborly and not the kind of activity she wanted her daughters to be associated with. Certainly Buster needed to be taken in hand and reminded that neither snow nor rain was supposed to keep him from handing over the stuff people sent us, and his unfortunate habit of reading postcards out loud as he went on his rounds had annoyed all of us, and not one of us was amused when he got tired of postcards and started flat-out opening our mail and shouting it to the world, but Zoë was amused the least because he liked reading her stuff the best.

Dear Zoë,” he’d read at the top of his lungs when my sister would get a letter from Nick. “Every night I sit here and think about all the things we did to each other naked on your back porch and I get hot all over again.”

Fine goings on,” Buster would call out before he’d read on, sounding like some hell-fire Baptist preacher looking to stir up trouble and stop pleasure. “Good girls wouldn’t get letters like this, and Miss Zoë McKenzie shouldn’t be either and I am just shocked that she is even though she goes around looking so sweet and pretty and all.” He didn’t get around women much since he looked like a peeled egg and had a personality to match, so he had no clue what kind of letters good girls got or didn’t get, but that didn’t stop Buster from making Zoë’s life particular hell.

I could remember when Buster had been sort of fun, announcing what we were getting as he came up our steps, like previews of coming attractions at the movies. “Just in time for your birthday, Quinn,” he’d holler to me. “Kindly old Aunt Betsy has sent you a letter and I bet there’s a check in it.” Later on, he started holding the envelopes up to the sun so he could see how much the check was for, but of course that didn’t work because people always send checks in cards so it doesn’t look so cold and heartless sending money instead of a present, and I’m sure that must have been frustrating for him, trying to see into people’s lives and getting shut out by Hallmark. Maybe that’s why he started opening the mail; it just got too frustrating trying to see through the envelopes. Never getting any mail of his own, Buster probably just figured that he had the right to see ours since he was delivering it.

Opening other people’s mail is a federal crime, of course, but it probably didn’t seem like one to Buster. People never think what they’re doing is a crime because crime is always what other people are doing, but Zoë knew right off that Buster was breaking the law. “Quinn, we have to turn him in,” she told me after Buster had read the hot-sex-on-the-porch letter out loud while Mrs. Armbruster down the street stood on her steps with her mouth open, soaking up every word, ready to repeat it to Mrs. Mueller and Mrs. Papacjik and Mrs. Jerome, and we both knew that from there the news would percolate to Mama and there would go Zoë’s chances of ever finding heaven on the back porch with Nick again, assuming Mama would ever let her out of the house at all as long as she lived. Really, I’d have been seriously pissed off at him, too, so I was behind her all the way when she reported him. Somebody down at the post office promised to look into it, but my big sister knew a run-around when she heard one. The only thing left for her to do was to take matters into her own hands.

Unfortunately for Buster, he chose the next day to open a package from Nick which was full of old movies that Nick wanted Zoë to watch instead of going out with other guys and doing god knows what. “Videos for adult viewing,” Buster bellowed without reading the titles so he could make the worst possible call; “porn through the postal service.” Whereupon Zoë picked up the beebee gun she’d loaded with salt pellets, and went out on the front porch, and aimed just below the mail bag, and said, “Buster, you have just violated your last piece of U.S. mail,” and opened fire, yelling, “Dance, gringo,” just like she’d seen in the Western Nick had sent her. Xenia heard Buster’s screams, they were that loud, but then you can imagine what that salt felt like going through Buster’s pants. You can’t imagine the sound he made, though; it was like a pig being pulled through a meat grinder backwards.

Zoë says she’s not sorry, and Mama grounded her because of it, but Buster’s not reading our mail anymore, so things are a lot better here.

I really liked Quinn and Zoe, so I turned this into a real short story, not an exercise, and then I started thinking about what would happen when they grew up, and that’s how Crazy For You came to be.

Structure: It’s a good thing.

Note: Since Elizabeth asked in the comments, I went and checked on Amazon, and I think you can get to the finished story if you go to Amazon, look up Crazy People by Jennifer Crusie, hit the “Look Inside” button, find the table of contents. It should be the last thing you can click on.

Or just try this link and see if it takes you right there:

21 thoughts on “The ABC Structure: The Day My Sister Shot the Mailman and Got Away With It, Of Course

  1. I’m up here in Canada, awake at 4 am and very happy to see this new entry. I love this exercise and the fact that Crazy for You came about this way!

    1. A lot. The long sentences were to get to the next letter. I thought they sounded more like a teenage girl, too, but mostly it was to get to the next letter.

      I think you can read the finished story on Amazon as part of the “Look Inside” feature:

      If that link doesn’t do it, go to Amazon, look up Crazy People by Jennifer Crusie, hit the “Look Inside” button, find the table of contents. It should be the last thing you can click on.

      1. I have Crazy People on the tablet I take on flights, and I re-read it, then. It’s fun seeing how Crazy for You evolved, and how your thought processes work.

        1. I just read the sidebar on this site, and I thought you lived in Ohio, since so many of your books are set in that state. Did you live there at one time? Your place in New Jersey sounds wonderful, surrounded with the deer and foxes and bears and dachshunds. I do hope only the dogs actually live with you! LOL

          1. I just evicted the raccoon who tried to move in.

            I lived in Ohio for a long time and then about ten years ago I moved to NJ.

  2. I bought that book, too. It was a great companion for Crazy for You. Maybe you should publish all the “How I Wrote This Book” essays?

    1. Nope. It’s there. At least it is on the copy I am reading: ” You can’t imagine … Zoe says she’s not sorry”

    2. Or did you mean the one we all were doing? I haven’t gone back and looked at it.

  3. Have to go look at that. I love Crazy For You and I have Crazy People.

  4. Hey Jenny and all:
    I posted a possible finished version of the Argh ABC story. I hope that wasn’t inappropriate.
    There are 2 z’s but otherwise it’s pretty good, I think.

    1. Should have said I posted it as a comment at the end of the Argh Demands An ABC Exercise blogpost.

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