Interview with Benjamin Lorr, author of HELL-BENT
Benjamin Lorr got addicted to Bikram. Can't say I wasn't there myself, especially when I was living in Madison, Wisconsin and working at a job I was terrible at. Ben, however, was quite a bit more addicted than anyone I know. So addicted, in fact, he wrote a book about it.
HELL-BENT: Obsession, Pain, and the Search for Something-Like Transcendence in Competitive Yoga, from St. Martin's Press, is the result of his journey into the strange and, yes I can say it again, addictive world of Bikram Yoga. I interviewed Ben a few weeks ago and the response is below.You have to get the end of the interview, though, to see Ben rocking a perfectly aligned Mayurasana (or Peacock Pose). It's worth it.
Why did you feel compelled to write this story?
HELL-BENT: Obsession, Pain, and the Search for Something-Like Transcendence in Competitive Yoga, from St. Martin's Press, is the result of his journey into the strange and, yes I can say it again, addictive world of Bikram Yoga. I interviewed Ben a few weeks ago and the response is below.You have to get the end of the interview, though, to see Ben rocking a perfectly aligned Mayurasana (or Peacock Pose). It's worth it.
Why did you feel compelled to write this story?
Let's
see, I walked into a Bikram Yoga studio, overweight and a little
depressed after a break-up, with almost no preconceptions about yoga or
Bikram and quickly fell into a daily practice that verged on the
pharmacologically addictive. A practice where I would eventual lose a
little more than 65 pounds, reinvent my personality into someone
who regularly used “juice” as a verb, and was surrounded by a community
of otherwise normal-to-too-thin looking people who were doing basically
the same thing. THEN, in the middle of this bender, one of my favorite
yoga instructors suffered a stroke. He was a healthy guy, who like me
had a daily practice, and his stroke hit me hard: not unlike learning
that your chess instructor was
actually getting dumber for all the chess he was playing. My eyes
opened. And I
decided I wanted to learn more, not only from a health perspective, but
also
why this type of yoga compelled so many interesting intelligent people
with such
intensity.
I was talking last night about the parallels between creative writing and teaching yoga. Have you thought about this at all, or noticed any parallels yourself?
Oh definitely. The
craft of writing uses words as a medium to shape and refine meaning.
You practice how to connect your thoughts to a reader/audience. Stephen
King calls writing 'magic' somewhere because as a reader there is a
transference: you see 'telepathically' the ideas the writer is evoking.
You become connected. In hatha, or postural, yoga you do something
really similar. You use the body as a medium to control the mind. A yoga practice teaches you how to connect the body to the mind. In
both there is a tremendous focus on the yoking, the act of connection,
and in both - like all practices - progress is incremental and
surprisingly democratic. People always like to attribute success in both
areas to things like 'talent', 'her natural flexibility', 'his
mind-blowing creativity', but in my experience, people who are really
good all started from a pretty similar place and all put in a tremendous
time and energy in their respective areas to get where they are.
That
said, although the two appear extremely complementary - one physical,
one sedentary - for me to practice either deeply, I find that I can
immerse myself in only one at a time. I have never been able to really
write while really focusing on my yoga, and always felt my yoga practice
wain when I begin writing seriously. But that might just be me. Balance
doesn't come too natural.
What is inspiring you these days? Are you still writing? And, if so, what are you writing about? (Yes, three questions in one. Sue me)
What
is inspiring me? Man it's everywhere. I just finished a book of short
stories by Jim Gavin - Middle Men - and it just made me want to write.
It was so fucking good. Excellence and, ahem, jealousy are always a
little inspirational. On the other hand, I am big fan of the notion that
life is a creative act in and of itself. I met a woman who had shin
splints the other day, and suddenly I found myself writing her a little
pamphlet on how to actively rehab her shin splints. I had all this crazy
rehab knowledge floating around in my brain from researching Hell-Bent
and just let it flow out. No one will ever see this pamphlet; I don't
even know if she's using it. But really letting go and letting myself
write and create in any odd situations is quite liberating -- and great
practice for the real stuff.
And
as far as the real stuff, yeah I'm working on another book. Tentatively
looking at another obsessive community, where money and corruption,
narcissism and need are all colliding: a non-partisan exploration of
hydrofracking and US energy policy.
Yup. |