​George Saunders' long journey to short story success

Many notables deliver graduation speeches this spring. We have a speech to college students to tell you about, By George (Saunders), the short-story writer. Here's Mo Rocca:

He might be the most celebrated short-story writer of his generation. But when George Saunders was asked to address graduates at Syracuse University, he was stumped.

"I thought, you know, what am I giving a speech to a bunch of kids who are better educated than I was, have already made better choices than I did at that age?" he told Rocca. "What do I have? And what I had was, basically, time. You know, I'd had all these years of living."

The message Saunders finally came up with was disarmingly simple:

"What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness -- those moments when another human being was right there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded sensibly, reservedly, mildly. ... It's a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I'd say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder."

Rocca noted, "In the speech you said, 'Your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving.' That's a pretty optimistic assumption."

"Yeah, actually in an early draft, I had a line, 'Unless it's not, and you're gonna be a bitter old fart someday,'" Saunders laughed. "But for that day, I would leave it out."

The speech turned into yet another bestseller for Saunders. But it's in fiction that he's really made his mark. George Saunders knows what makes for a good story.

"There's a person here and a person there; this one is thinking, 'I'm having a great day, I'm so happy.' This one is thinking, 'I never got what I deserved.' You put even the slightest contact between them, that's gonna cause sparks," he said.

Saunders brought Rocca to a snowy field in Syracuse, N.Y., the setting for the title story of his collection, "Tenth of December." In that story, a little boy crosses paths with a man who has decided to kill himself. "Yeah, he has this vision that he'll go up there somewhere and sit very peacefully and just ease his way out," said Saunders. "And then the little boy, Robin, is just out goofin' around, he's got this kind of vivid fantasy life."

But when the little boy falls into an icy pond, the man switches from thoughts of suicide to a desperate attempt to save the boy's life:

"He had to get the kid warmed up. How to do it? Hug him, lie on top of him? That would be like Popsicle-on-Popsicle."

Saunders' stories have made him a critical favorite. They're dark, funny and compassionate. And like the story of Saunders' own life, they take surprising twists and turns.

He came to writing pretty late. Finishing high school, Saunders seemed "least likely to become a famous writer."

"I didn't really think college was in my future," he said. "My plan was, I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy in the Eagles, and this guy said, 'Oh, I think we can be the opening act for the opening act.' 'Okay, that'd be cool!'"

When that didn't pan out, he ended up at, of all places, the Colorado School of Mines, then got a job scouting for natural resources in the jungles of Indonesia.

But deep down he wanted to be a writer. And he figured if he mined his travels for material, well, that would surely make him the next Hemingway.

"It's kind of a beginner error -- 'The reason I'm no good as a writer is that I haven't done anything yet. I haven't lived anything really cool,'" he told Rocca. "So then, that was a great education -- to go there and have a lot of amazing experiences, and typing it up and going, 'Oooh, that's not actually a story. It's just some typing.'"