{"id":1346,"date":"2015-02-14T23:22:29","date_gmt":"2015-02-15T07:22:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sacollins.com\/blog\/?p=1346"},"modified":"2015-02-18T23:00:07","modified_gmt":"2015-02-19T07:00:07","slug":"what-is-literature-and-where-am-i-in-the-mix","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sacollins.com\/blog-wp\/?p=1346","title":{"rendered":"What is literature? And where am I in the mix?"},"content":{"rendered":"

What is literature? And where am I in the mix?<\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n

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The art of crafting the next ‘Great American Novel.’<\/em><\/h2>\n

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My husband’s all time favorite literary novel – Thomas Wolfe’s “Look Homeward, Angel”<\/p><\/div>\n

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So here’s the deal: Angels of Mercy<\/strong><\/a> is something I’ve been blogging about for a while now. It is a very long and involved work that when I first visualized it seemed like it was something I could crank out in little over a month.<\/p>\n

Yeah, let me restate that so you get the fullest brunt of what I (now laughingly<\/em>) thought:<\/p>\n

A TRILOGY<\/span> I could crank out in little over a month. Yeah, I’d set the bar way too high it seemed and had little common sense (at the time) about practicality and the effort it takes in this thing called writing or worse yet, even the audacity of remotely calling myself an “author.”<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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\"Angels<\/a>

Angels of Mercy – Volume 1: Elliot<\/p><\/div>\n

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The thing is, I am unequivocally, an author<\/strong>. Writing is my game. But what\u00a0kind\u00a0<\/em>of author does that make me?<\/p>\n

For the record, here’s my signature from any email you would receive from me. I only present it here as ‘Exhibit A<\/strong><\/span>‘<\/em> as we examine this topic I am rather passionate about today:<\/p>\n

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SA Collins<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
Author of Gay Literature Fiction across multiple sub-genres<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n

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\u201cWhen I was born I was so surprised I didn\u2019t speak for a whole year\u2026\u201d – Gracie Allen<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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So that’s how I put my stuff out there (emphasis is mine for the sake of clarity): “Author of Gay Literature<\/strong> Fiction across multiple sub-genres.” Rather lofty of me, isn’t it? I mean, even before I had anything published I was already touting myself as a literary writer. But that wasn’t from me, you see. That was my husband.<\/div>\n

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I should explain – the hubby has quite an amazing past. He’s been both a psychiatrist working with troubled youth and a quantum mechanics physicist that did work for NASA. He has books on our collective shelf that I call my picture books because even though I am a fairly bright guy, I can’t make heads or tails out of most of them \u2013 so I look at the pictures and graphs to sort it out. Penrose, Hawking and the like dot our book shelves along with Forster, Rice, Doyle, Shakespeare, Vidal and my hubby’s all time favorite book – Thomas Wolfe’s\u00a0Look Homeward, Angel.\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n

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It is Wolfe’s work that I will use as a barometer for the sake of this blog post with regards to my own work on Angels of Mercy<\/strong><\/em>.<\/div>\n

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You see,\u00a0he <\/strong>(the hubby,\u00a0that is)\u00a0<\/em>says it’s straight-up literature<\/em><\/strong>. I didn’t know that was what I was writing. I just had a hell of a story to write and set about doing so. I knew what I wanted it to say and more importantly, how<\/span><\/em> I wanted to say it. For me it had to be deeply rooted in an inner-monologue narrative. Or as the hubby says – it is a Character Study.<\/i>\u00a0Even though I come from the world of semi- and professional theater and I am well versed in character development because of my many years of trotting the boards of the theatrical stage, I knew I could construct well-fleshed out and engaging set of characters.<\/div>\n

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As for my husband’s opinion? I originally chalked it up to being a loving and devoted (because he definitely is all that) husband and nothing more. I realize now, how much I had short-changed his opinion in the matter that I present to you now.<\/div>\n

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It wasn’t like I didn’t know what true literature was, right? I mean, think about it for a second.<\/div>\n
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We all had those years in high school where some rather boring wizened owl of a teacher \u2013 who often appeared to be so old that they just had to know little Willy Shakespeare back in the day \u2013 made you read books that seemed rather droll and uninteresting. Surely nothing you as a hormonally charged teen would want to pick up to read on your own, right? Sure there might have been one or two of you who were into it for the actual literature, but let’s be honest, if let loose in a bookstore to pick up anything that held your interest, as a teenage boy or girl\u00a0The Red Badge of Courage<\/em> was\u00a0not<\/strong><\/em> going to be that book. It just wasn’t. I<\/em> know that and you<\/em> know that.<\/div>\n

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But what is literature? The trouble is, many scholars and critics have their own take on this. But suffice to say that after all my research and distilling of article after article on the topic, and two very intense hours discussing my work in relation to all of this literary stuff I was looking into, my former psychiatrist hubby put it into a nutshell that I could wrap my head around:<\/div>\n

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“Literature is using words to artistically and expressively convey an intimate and probing look at the human condition and of human nature. It poses just as many questions as it attempts to answer that leaves each reader with their own take on what it all meant. By it’s very nature, it promotes discussion, debate and analysis because it is open-ended in what it is. It may attempt to leave you with an experience you might not ever have had, but it will do so in a very profound and engaging way. It is lasting and stands the test of time because it does one thing that will outstrip any marketed fluff work because it addresses the core of who we are as humans, regardless of the setting or the situation posed in it. The reader can transcend that character’s bindings and circumstances and evaluate what they would do or how they would feel in that situation \u2013 using all of their own life experiences to sort out what the character may or may not be able to do. That is what literature does beautifully. And it invites that level of deep examination.”<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Heady words on the topic, right?<\/div>\n

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It was however, his next words that sort of stunned me. “It’s also why I said your Angels is literature.”<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n

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My Angels of Mercy \u2013 literature?<\/i><\/strong>\u00a0Nah, couldn’t be.<\/div>\n

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I never set out to do that. Indeed, I used to be guilty of editing the crap out of my stuff before I tapped out a single keystroke on the computer. I’d often say ‘no, you can’t do that’<\/em> or ‘show, don’t tell’<\/em> (ya know, that old standby which is for the true amateurs who don’t know what good story construction or proper character development is all about?). I’d edit the shit out of myself before I even put a damned thing down. \u00a0My husband said it showed in my earlier efforts. Efforts he would calmly say – “don’t worry about what it is, just write it down, we’ll figure out the rest.”<\/div>\n

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He really is my best friend. He looks out for me like no one else will. Probably why I married him and love the crap out of him, anyway.<\/div>\n

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But I digress, the point is that at the core of\u00a0his argument was\u00a0why my work wasn’t going to be anything but honest-to -God literature was what I needed to pay attention to \u2013 not all that lovey-dovey husband stuff I was babbling about. In a very real way, he should know more than anyone else around me (though to be honest, I’ve heard this unanimously from every reader who has previewed Angels V1 – they all say it is real literature). I just knew I had a cracking good story and I knew how it needed to be told.<\/div>\n

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\"Angels<\/a>

Angels of Mercy – Volume 2: Marco<\/p><\/div>\n

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You see, Angels<\/em><\/strong> does pose many questions that it never attempts to answer than your average generalized fiction. My works, by their very nature, don’t adhere to genre type tropes or “rules.”<\/p>\n

As a sidebar: rules, for me, yeah, I tend to not like them. Let the story be what it needs to be, dammit!<\/p>\n

Make no mistake: with Angels<\/em><\/strong> I put my boys through literal hell. Oh, they do get a big ol Ever After, Happily (my nod to my musical muse Jay Brannan<\/a><\/strong> who inspired the work with his brilliant and seminal album,\u00a0Rob Me Blind<\/em><\/strong>), but not without going through some very traumatic and epic trials along the way \u2013 proving to themselves and to the reader, that they truly understand the meaning of what love is, what love ought to be, how love can get you past anything that comes your collective way.<\/p>\n

Marco Sforza<\/a>, the high profile jock at Mercy High, never wavers as the boyfriend of artsy out but terminally shy gay Elliot Donahey<\/a>. Indeed, it is Elliot who constantly questions if what he has with Marco is real \u2013 despite how many times Marco\u00a0proves<\/em> to Elliot that he will never waver in his devotion to all things Elliot. That was an important distinction I had to make in the work. I was tired of the old trope that the “straight-acting” jock was the weak one. Marco is nothing if not strong and diligent in his devotion of\u00a0Elliot. And gayboys constantly poll and reevaluate our worlds. I know I did as a teenaged boy. I constantly was throwing shit up on the wall of – is this right or not? Is this real or not? Constantly. There wasn’t a day in my hellish four years of high school that I wasn’t doing that.<\/p>\n

Angels dives deep into these boys minds (each volume is told from their perspective) and is 70-80% inner-monologue, you hear every nuanced thought that they go through to establish where they are in what I throw at them. For Marco, it is the script that all jock boys have memorized of how to be, and who to date and what is and isn’t acceptable behavior. But Marco isn’t like all the other teammates. He’s in love with a boy. And that boy is social toxin for a popular guy like Marco. Elliot even warns Marco away when Marco tries to befriend him (for reference sake in this scene I show below, the girl named Cindy is the head cheerleader in the class who warns Marco in a very biting way that Elliot is the “resident\u00a0fag on campus.” <\/em>And while not the most prosaic example, it does clue you into how Marco is starting to have his inner-monologue moments as he begins to embrace the boy who will fast become the love of his life) \u2013 Here is Exhibit B<\/em><\/strong><\/span>:<\/p>\n

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He sighed, and rolled his eyes.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I get that you\u2019re still sorta new and need to make even more friends. Popularity at this school is a full-time business. Sadly, some of us aren\u2019t allowed to open up shop, but that\u2019s my shit, not yours. So let me spare you the angst that will rain down on you just by talking to me. I\u2019m the resident fag on campus.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes roved over me again, bringing a new round of blush to my face, watching if those words would push me away all by themselves. Nothing doing, buddy. But keep talking. I just love listening to you.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I just shrugged. His eyes narrowed, unconvinced of my acceptance of who he was.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well, you\u2019re not from around here, not really \u2013 a year\u2019s time just doesn\u2019t give you the historical context, so I get that you don\u2019t understand what a catastrophic mistake you\u2019re taking just standing here listening to me. Seriously, your school cred is bleeding out your backside while you just stand there. Misguided, if incredibly hot guy, that you are.\u201d <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I felt my face flush just at those words alone.\u00a0<\/em>He thinks I\u2019m hot! Inside I was doing a happy dance! Fuck me, say it again – Please Elliot!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

But he continued, \u201cYou should really listen to Cindy. She hates me. The feeling\u2019s mutual. Thanks for trying, but it just won\u2019t work. And I couldn\u2019t take the pressure \u2013 or the additional torment.\u201d\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

His eye scanned the length of me bringing a new round of blood coursing along my skin.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo let\u2019s do us both a favor and end it here while we\u2019re still young and can bounce back from the emotional shock, shall we?\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t think of anything more absurd. But his eyes\u2026 yes, I even got to see the other one at this point, just under the fringe of his bangs. Double the sensation of his watching me. I couldn\u2019t say anything. I was speechless. He completely robbed me of my voice. I\u2019d never felt this way about anyone I\u2019d ever met.\u00a0<\/em>He stared at me. I wanted to say something, I did. Part of me was screaming to say something to refute what he\u2019d mistakenly thought about me. But instead, I just stood there, probably just blinking at him. Cue the Bugs Bunny cricket soundtrack – such a fucking moron. What a fucktard.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh-kay\u2026 yeah, weeeell, see ya,\u201d and he skirted around the table. \u201cOr not\u2026 \u201c he said over his shoulder and he was gone. <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Only then did I move, shocked that I even found the wherewithal to begin to breathe again. I scrambled after him into the throng of students milling about, a thousand conversations adding to the din that was raging both inside and out of me. I tried to find him in the hall, no dice. Fuck!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I barely had two minutes to get to my locker, grab my next textbook and make it to class.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2013\u00a0Angels of Mercy \u2013 Volume Two: Marco<\/em><\/strong> (Chapter 2, Scene 2)<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Before we get to the foul language thing in literature (a point I will most definitely come to because it was the first thing I raised when my hubby labeled my stuff “literature”), I just want to draw a line here that Marco already<\/em> is trying to eschew his responsibility of\u00a0that precious script the jock boys are supposed to follow. All he knows is that he is totally smitten with Elliot. He doesn’t know why<\/em> at this point, but it just is. That much he\u00a0is\u00a0<\/em>aware of. Now to be clear: Marco has experimented with another boy in his past (but the reader doesn’t know this at this point in the book \u2013 this is only chapter 2 of Marco’s take on things). But it’s something Marco has attributed to hero worship and nothing more.<\/p>\n

Now for the foul language and literature thing. When my husband first said that my work was nothing short of\u00a0literature, my first rebuttal were two points I didn’t think he could get around:<\/p>\n

The language<\/em><\/strong> and the sex<\/em><\/strong>. You see, they are hormonally charged teenage boys (they’re eighteen so heads out of the gutters now, ’cause they’re legal).<\/p>\n

My husband had two works\u00a0for me: Lady Chatterly’s Lover<\/strong><\/em> or The Catcher in the Rye<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n

Good points, that.<\/p>\n

Because while I want my boys to examine their lives and their choices with inner-monologue, I also did not pull any punches with the sex or, as in the example above, the language. The sex and the language are what, for me, make the work actually, you know, work<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I recently got into a discussion about this very topic with other authors on LinkedIn. This was in regards to a YA work, but I thought as I was writing in that vein of New Adult (which is the logical extension of YA as those youngsters evolve into more mature themes) I thought I should chime in on the topic. My take? That language (whether foul or not) should only be used when it supports the nature and narrative of the story. The character and the situation has to support it. That is why it appears in Angels. It is indicative of how the teens are in the world today. My argument for swearing in books is that teens want to see the world as they see it reflected back to them so they don’t feel so out of it. As a parent, and a grandparent, I know that we do what we can to mitigate what our children are exposed to in life. We want to protect them. But as I said to these other authors – to what end? It was a fool’s paradise to think that by limiting it in our works we were somehow keeping it all from them. The simple truth is, we can’t be there to protect them every moment of the day. Shit is going to slip by us and they will be exposed to it. Often by their peers. The whole argument was balderdash in my mind. Didn’t mean the work had to be literally dripping with foul language to make its case either. As with all things, a judicious application of that kind of prose was called for. But to eschew it simply because it was vulgar language? Not on your fucking life!<\/p>\n

Or as the hubby puts it: \u00a0Do you think back in the day when their parents or grandparents had sex in their small home in the mid-west that the kids didn’t know what was going on? Or that curse words or swearing wasn’t prevalent in the public discourse?<\/em> It was. It has been that way. To deny it’s existence and to hold the truth from the printed page (whether in ink or in pixels on an electronic device of the day) I think is absolutely ludicrous. Ultimately, it serves no purpose and says more about the pent up Judeo-Christian guilt complex we as adults have over these types of words rather than anything a teen or tween would put on them. Make no mistake, they hear the shit every damned day<\/span>.<\/p>\n

But I knew my experiences were vastly different from those boys around me. As a gay teenaged boy, I found, quite by happenstance, John Rechy’s bold soul-exposing\u00a0The Sexual Outlaw. <\/em>I needed men like Rechy\u00a0because\u00a0I CRAVED<\/span> another gay man’s voice to instruct me (even in a fictional or quasi-fictional narrative) on the nature of homosexual intimacy. I fucking literally – Ate. That. Shit. Up!<\/p>\n

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The Sexual Outlaw as I saw it in 1979.<\/p><\/div>\n

John Rechy became GOD to me<\/span><\/strong>. At least in the literary sense. I owe that man because he helped keep me sane and focused as I navigated the torrential and often unstable waters of high school in the late 1970’s and early 80’s when being gay was definitely NOT the thing that was done easily or safely.<\/p>\n

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John Rechy circa 1970’s.<\/p><\/div>\n

I needed Rechy. I needed him so fucking badly that I burned<\/strong><\/em><\/span> with it. For most of my high school years I burned for his words to soothe me<\/span><\/em>. I needed him to calm my fears and show me that there was something out there beyond the hellish life of high school. Even if it was fraught with new dangers and hidden meanings, there was still something other than fear, death and abuse that was so prevalent in the media where gay characters were concerned.<\/p>\n

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The Hollywood glamor god looks of Gordon Merrick<\/p><\/div>\n

His works also led me to Gordon Merrick. While Rechy is definitely a literary writer, Merrick was pure romantic fluff. One gave me confidence and knowledge, the other took care of my heart. These two men keep me going in those hellish years of high school. When the bullying became too much I’d pull those paper bag covered books (to hide what they were to others) and read them with tears on my face, licking wounds and letting these men soothe my battered soul. They were my bibles. I had them in my backpack every damned day over those four long years in high school. I didn’t feel safe if they weren’t with me.<\/p>\n

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Merrick’s compelling and controversial Peter and Charlie gay romance trilogy.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I put on a good face for my school mates and my family, but inside there was nothing but fear<\/em><\/span> going on.<\/p>\n

That is what I weave into Angels<\/strong><\/em>. I wanted to play with those tropes that I actually lived through. I also am weaving the collected experiences of not only myself but my husband and other gay brothers I knew out there who have shared their experiences. Angels is a massive work that addresses what it means to be a gay man. Now admittedly, it isn’t every gay man because no narrative could successfully capture that. But what I attempt to do is put to complete opposites together and watch explore how their choices, both good and bad, effect what comes out in the long run.<\/p>\n

I hold up a mirror to gay men at their prime of youth as they step into their adult lives. It examines how the choices they’ve made in the past that seemed to make sense back then can have horrifying repercussions down the road that the character had no way of foretelling would come their way. It explores the societal roles and mores that are often foisted on men (both in general and on gay men in particular<\/em>) that make nearly\u00a0any<\/span>\u00a0<\/em>decision problematic. I ask a great many questions of which my boys only answer a few \u2013 leaving the reader with making up the difference in their own mind about homophobia, it’s cause (in the case of my novel), the missteps or foibles my boys stumble into without intention of doing so, the family dynamics that are in play \u2013 even when they are the most supportive family around, how you as a gay man can feel so utterly alone in a sea of support.<\/p>\n

Angels<\/strong><\/em> is not a simple work. I didn’t really know that going in. I see it now. And while it was always intended to be an unflinching intimate look at a young gay man’s psyche as he makes his way to find happiness, it was also meant to be an ensemble piece. I like ensemble pieces. It’s those complex relationships that provide the color and texture that my boys play against. They have to be real, they have to be just as multi-faceted. No cardboard cut-outs in my worlds. My dramatic training won’t allow it. I’ve read other works that moved in this type of vein.<\/p>\n

Look Homeward, Angel<\/em><\/strong> (if you haven’t read it) is a massive work as well. Indeed, the main character doesn’t make his entrance for nearly the first quarter of the book. Instead you are informed and become intimately acquainted with the members of his family in the turn of the twentieth century North Carolina. On the onset you keep asking yourself (as a reader) who the main character is because the ensemble is vast but deeply engaging. I fell in love with Wolfe’s prose. Where Forster (my other literary love) was concise and eloquent, Wolfe was expressive and brilliant in extended and well-crafted words and artistic phrasing that bordered on if it didn’t outright succeed on genius. I often had a notebook nearby just so I could jot down and capture those brilliant words or phrases because they moved me so when I was reading the work.<\/p>\n

To be honest, it would’ve been a book I would’ve hated as a teen. I am glad my husband introduced me to it as an adult. I can appreciate it now without any literary baggage from my youth.<\/p>\n

In a very real way, I can see how Marco, Elliot and the boys from Mercy, California are in the same vein as Wolfe’s Look Homeward, Angel<\/em> or Gore Vidal’s Burr<\/em>, or Tennessee William’s Cat on a Hot Tin Roof<\/em>. Those\u00a0works have numerous sub-text going on. My work does too. There have been very long discussions with both my husband (who edits my work – I trust no one else regarding the preservation of my voice in literature than him) and the beta readers who preview the work as I write, regarding how my boys progress in the story and how the secondary characters support the narrative.<\/p>\n

I am constantly responding (when beta-readers prompt me when previewing the work (as it is unpublished at this juncture)) when asked by them: What do you want to know from me? What feedback do you want me to give?<\/p>\n

For me it is simply this –<\/p>\n

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  1. Are the characters believable? (I think this is a given from any author in any genre or work)<\/li>\n
  2. Is the progression of the story organic in nature?<\/li>\n
  3. Does the character ever seem to go “off the rails” without cause?<\/li>\n
  4. Is the main character (MC) engaging? Do you root for him?<\/li>\n
  5. Are the supporting characters engaging?<\/li>\n
  6. Do you find the MC likable? Do you\u00a0identify with\u00a0him (for any reason)?<\/li>\n
  7. Is the character study narrative (which often breaks the fourth wall) of concern or does it detract from the overall story?<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

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    Now, granted, most of those questions would come from any author working on any piece. I’d have to concede that point. But, herein is the critical difference for me: whatever the reader says in return goes through very careful analysis by myself and my husband. A round of talks on the pros and cons of what came back is distilled and weighed against the full arc of the story (because only we know the entire story) and sometimes the nature of what is given back to us may indicate initially that there is confusion in certain areas – but those are probably intentional on my part and any confusion response would only serve to underscore that type of approach.<\/p>\n

    My\u00a0husband did offer one critique in defense of my waving away that my work was literature. It came from my cousin. A mother of a gay son. A woman who had read many things but never read anything like I had written. Certainly, nothing with a gay protagonist. Amazingly (well, to me at any rate) she said that she identified with Elliot (the out, but shy, gay kid) because she too had been bullied by the popular girls in school and knew all too well what that felt like. She came to root for him because of that inward alliance she felt with him as a character. She also told me that the struggle that I have Elliot go through with his “nothing but supportive” parents was revelatory in that as a mother to a gay son, she always took on the mantle when they didn’t connect that she was doing something that made that happen. It wasn’t until she read how Elliot struggled to give his mother the proper credit for the absolute unwavering love and devotion she has for him \u2013 even if he ultimately doesn’t know how to connect with it. That is what my cousin took away from Elliot.<\/p>\n

    IT WAS EPIC<\/span><\/strong> to hear that! \u00a0As an author you have no idea if your work will ever connect with anyone. You just don’t. You think that you’re the only person who will ever find the work of value.<\/p>\n

    And to be clear – when I say value,\u00a0<\/em>I mean value more than the money that I collected from the effort. I’ve often said I would trade 10K five star reviews if I get ONE gay boy who finds my work meaningful. ‘Cause I am writing for him and guys like him. Guys like me at that age (or any other). Doesn’t mean I won’t be appreciative for any of my readers because I will be humbled by them all, but it is to those boys like me that will always tug upon my heart. I will always make time for them.<\/p>\n

    Before I wrap this up I have two more points to quickly make – even when I attempted to write fluff stuff for a “fan” of mine (my first real fan actually beyond family and friends – though now I consider him family) I found I couldn’t do it. Well, I mean I could write it – but it’s also heady and rife with inner-monologue.<\/p>\n

    “It’s a fucking WEREWOLF story!” I kept saying to myself. Fantasy, right? Yeah, as it turns out – even werewolves can be literary-esque. Who knew? I sure as hell didn’t, I can tell ya that!<\/em><\/p>\n

    Even then, Hank O’Malley and Riley Raintree and my other wolf boys of the Sparrow’s Hollow wolf pack are very literary too, it seems. I can’t seem to escape the heady prose of inner-monologue even when I am expounding on the trials and tribulations of being a shape-shifting man in the wilds of Appalachian West Virginia. It’s my style, I suppose. My author voice<\/em>.<\/p>\n

    It’s as if that quote from Gore Vidal keeps ringing in my ear regarding an author’s style (as opposed to craft):<\/p>\n

    Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

    \u2013\u00a0Gore Vidal<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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    \"Gore<\/a>

    Gore Vidal circa 1948<\/p><\/div>\n

    Now THERE’S a man with style. I gained my love for\u00a0Gore Vidal through my husband. And I relish the hell out of that man’s glorious body of work.<\/p>\n

    And here’s another little side trip that was recently posed to me by author pal, Jayne Lockwood (the inserted commentary is mine):<\/p>\n

    \n
    First off – I LOVE your cover as it is. \u00a0It pops when on thumbnail, and is instantly recognisable.<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
    <\/div>\n
    BUT<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
    <\/div>\n
    Your cover hides a literary work. \u00a0At first glance, it could be a book about American football. \u00a0Would that alienate some of the readership you are trying to woo? \u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
    <\/div>\n
    At second glance, it could be a piece of fun fiction. \u00a0The depth of the book isn’t hinted at.<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
    <\/div>\n
    Look at other novels of literature that you admire. \u00a0Do you see anything that links them? \u00a0(Genuine question – I haven’t looked either.) \u00a0John Rechy’s City of Night has a cool nighttime cityscape cover.<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
    <\/div>\n
    Angels of Mercy is about\u00a0beautiful young men. \u00a0First love. \u00a0What goes on teenagers’ heads. \u00a0School social dilemmas. \u00a0Coming out. \u00a0Prejudice and homophobia. \u00a0Family dynamics. \u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n
    <\/div>\n
    American football? \u00a0Nope. \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/em><— (I disagree and I’ll come to this anon)<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
    <\/div>\n
    I’m playing devil’s advocate here, just making you think about it….<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

    It was something to seriously consider. And better to do it now rather than after I had launched any marketing campaign.<\/p>\n

    Before I get into my take with what Jayne poses to me to reconsider my current novel cover iterations,\u00a0but let’s take that with Thomas Wolfe’s Look Homeward, Angel throughout the years since it’s first publication, shall we?<\/p>\n

    Here is the cover my husband read in the mid-1950s (he’s commented that this picture from a Google Images search could just have easily been his dog-eared copy):<\/p>\n

    \"Look<\/a>

    The cover as my husband read it in 1959.<\/p><\/div>\n

     <\/p>\n

    But this wasn’t the only version of the book cover through the years (as a matter of reference the very first picture in this blog post is what is the current edition – which my husband says is now his favorite):<\/p>\n

    From the 1940’s through 1990’s (though I will withhold one cover to make my counter-point to Jayne’s quoted comment above):<\/p>\n

    \"Look<\/a>

    Look Homeward, Angel – an alternate cover<\/p><\/div>\n


    \n<\/a><\/p>\n

    Or how about this one?<\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

    \"Another<\/a>

    Another variant through out the years – Look Homeward, Angel<\/p><\/div>\n

     <\/p>\n

    Or what about this take from 1929? Modernist much? Art Deco gone awry? How does this cover possibly relate a family in the mountains of North Carolina?<\/p>\n

    \"Another<\/a>

    Just what does a modernist graphic have to do with this story? Hmmmm?<\/p><\/div>\n

     <\/p>\n

    Now here’s the kicker to all of this book cover stuff – the PULP fiction cover from the 1950s:<\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

    \"Look<\/a>

    Look Homeward, Angel – the Pulp Fiction edition<\/p><\/div>\n

     <\/p>\n

    My husband laughed at this one because there is NOTHING remotely reminiscent<\/em><\/strong> with regards to the actual story. As a matter of reference, it was originally published in 1929. He said the current iteration has elements that tie back to the metaphors in the story. That is what makes it a great cover.<\/p>\n

    So back to Jayne’s point and question, and even her thought on the potential to short change my literary work with the covers I’d designed myself.<\/p>\n

    My husband’s take on it (which I hadn’t considered) is born out of Jayne’s second sentence in what I’ve quoted above (emphasis is mine<\/em>):<\/p>\n

    \n

    First off – I LOVE your cover as it is. \u00a0It pops<\/span><\/strong> when on thumbnail, and is instantly recognisable.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

    His point being that my cover does pop, it does what it is intended to do<\/strong><\/span>. And the elements do tie back to the metaphors of my story in a very direct way as well. It does garner attention on a grid of other books on Amazon or Barns and Noble. And as for the “is it about American Football?”<\/p>\n

    The answer is a resounding YES<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

    And here’s why: \u00a0While the story does not deal with the machinations and the ins and outs of the actual game, what it does do is that it uses the arena of competitive sports as the premise for these boys to deal with the dark topic of homophobia and the like.<\/p>\n

    So my counter is that the story does deal with football in a very real way – even if it isn’t deluged with play-by-play analysis. Indeed, my other author pal, Brad Vance wrote a masterfully brilliant novel that I fast-tracked onto my Desert Island Book List<\/strong><\/em> (meaning: a book I can’t do without). It too had football and competitive sports as the backdrop in how that field messes with men’s minds and hearts. That work is Given the Circumstances<\/strong><\/em><\/a>. If you haven’t read it, I highly encourage you to do so – post haste<\/span><\/em>!<\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

    \"Given<\/a>

    Given The Circumstances by Brad Vance<\/p><\/div>\n

    In fact, this work is what brought me to Brad himself. I began a correspondence with him that has happened on and off to this day. Indeed when I had a mini-melt down over this whole writing mess, he was very quick to swoop in and offer words of encouragement. Something I am deeply grateful for to this day. Brad is one of my absolute favorite people. Brad’s cover hints at the football connection but the work isn’t about the game directly but the mental and emotive things that swirl around the protags of his story. Like Angels<\/strong><\/em>, he uses the gridiron and the diamond (football and baseball, respectively) as backdrops to address the deeper psychological drama that plays out in men’s minds and hearts in these circumstances (see how I tied it back to your title, Brad?).<\/p>\n

    So in a very real way, my covers do EXACTLY what I want them to do. To get a reader to see them in a grid of other titles. They do look different, they do pop. They only serve the purpose to have someone pick it up to READ the synopsis blurb where I get to “pitch” the story to a potential reader. That is what the cover should do. Will some not bother, perhaps. No more than those who didn’t pick up Brad’s work either.<\/p>\n

    Now, having said that, my cousin (Remember her? The mother with the gay son?<\/em>) did say that she probably wouldn’t have thought to pick up the novel to read it based on the cover. But she did say it was eye catching. So yeah, there is a balance to consider.<\/p>\n

    I’ll think about it. But really, if the whole “I’m searching for a literary agent to pick this up and sell it,” then it is really out of my hands at that point because a publisher will be making the marketing determination in addition to the cover artwork. So it all may be for naught.<\/p>\n

    So yeah, literary works. They’re definitely a tricky monster – whether you’re writing about geeky artsy gay boys (like I was) or their uber-cool and popular jock stud boyfriends (like my hubby did in high school and at Clemson), or they are werewolves roaming the forests outside a fictitious town in West Virginia circa 1956, you can still write literary oriented works. The topic at hand, the situation your characters go through are merely the vehicle. My takeaway from all of this is that what I do within my works are that I don’t shy away from very tough questions I want to reflect back to society. Especially those with a decidedly queer perspective like I write.<\/p>\n

    My hubby has the right of it. It isn’t the volume of what you write. It isn’t the prose you use (though it does help elevate it quite a bit), but rather it is the manner in which you tell the story. The voice you use and how you work with the questions you are addressing and giving an unflinching voice to walk a reader through those tough calls in life<\/em>. Allowing them to answer questions\u00a0your characters often can’t \u2013 even if it ultimately comes from their own<\/strong> experiences rather than anything you as an author have put down.<\/p>\n

    It begs discussion and analysis, because it ultimately holds up a mirror to ourselves. Even if the main character is a shy gay boy and you happen to be a 50 year old heterosexual female mother of a gay son. If you can see yourself as that main character, if you can draw some sort of conclusion to those questions that you as an author pose but never fully answer, then you just might have true literature.<\/p>\n

    But let’s be clear: Just slapping the word literature <\/span><\/strong>(<\/span>whether in regards to your work or in a group you create on Facebook or in the social strata<\/span>)<\/span> on something doesn’t make it so<\/span><\/strong><\/em>. And I embrace that. It really isn’t for me to say what the work is. That’s for others to put on it. But I do know one thing: It needs to have a lasting commentary on the social structure before us. It needs to encapsulate unequivocally the human condition and nature with all of our faults and foibles as well as our joyous and tremendous gifts life has given us. It needs to be bold and unflinching and most importantly – it needs to have NO guarantees. This is where I think that general genre fiction fails to make the final step into true literature. Any guarantee in a given trope or genre impedes to a great degree anything that can cross over and become both timeless and timely all at the same time.<\/p>\n

    That is what I’ve come to learn is true literature. In that case, given what I know I’ve done with Angels of Mercy<\/strong><\/em>, I think my husband just might have something there when he says that’s what it is.<\/p>\n

    Even if I never started out to do that in the first place…<\/p>\n

    Until next time…<\/em><\/p>\n

    SA C<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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