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“Chelsea Station” and the art of fictionalising ourselves.

Posted in fiction, Publications, Society by raymondsoltysek on May 27, 2012
Link to Chelsea Station magazine

Chelsea Station

I’m very chuffed to have been accepted for the next edition of “Chelsea Station”, a magazine of gay writing from New York.  Edited by Jameson Currier, the whole enterprise seems very ambitious; they’ve published several novels and the magazine is now in its third edition.

I’m especially pleased that the story I submitted, “The Beauty that Brendan Sees”, was truthful enough in its setting to be accepted by a New York based magazine, given that I’ve never been to New York.   It’s usually said that US magazines are rather protective of their turf, and tend to be suspicious of anything from outside the country;  I believe that’s especially true of academic journals.  However, Currier is obviously an open-minded guy looking for good writing from anywhere, and I’m pleased that the story was  convincing.

Although sex and relationships are pretty powerful drivers in my work, this is only the second purely LGBT themed story I’ve written.  The first was “Drowning in the Shallows” from nearly twenty years ago now.  That was a pot-boiler of a story about a jilted lover that was so highly personal, I had to find some way to distance myself from the subject matter.  Just out of a hugely damaging relationship in which I’d been kicked around like some pathologically devoted stray mongrel for most of my twenties, I’d responded to a bit of kindness and a few treats the way a spaniel puppy might, and got myself into a relationship any emotionally mature person wouldn’t have touched with a barge pole.  After six months or so of intense passion, I was then dumped in what one could describe as a fairly shitty fashion.

It served me right, of course.  I’d deluded myself about what it was and what it could be, and, justifying it all as “going with the flow”,  my behaviour was pretty reprehensible.  The resultant freaky breakdown I had was a response not just to those six months but to the misery of the previous ten years that I still hadn’t dealt with.  In the ensuing chaos, I bumped around as if in a pinball machine, being embarrassing and needy and miserable and drinking too much and hardly sleeping.  I made a wrong decision professionally, and fucked up a third and final chance with a young woman who might have been very special to me.  So – just desserts.

The story, then, told of that break up, but first versions were just so outrageously self-pitying, I had to do something with it; so, the ‘dumper’ became a bisexual games-player, and the ‘dumpee’ a lesbian.  I think that allowed me to look at it much more objectively, and I managed to do things symbolically and structurally that I couldn’t have managed otherwise simply because I had the distance of writing about someone who wasn’t me.

I think that fictionalisation of our lives is essential to capturing the truth of our existence and making it universal to the reader: it’s a theme I explored in the videos for young writers in school  published by Learning and Teaching Scotland a couple of years ago.  Here it is again:

The finished story appears in “Occasional Demons”, but I do remember entering a version of it anonymously for a Radio Clyde / Glasgow University competition judged by Janice Galloway.  When I was placed first equal, I was quite proud of her comments:  she said while she wasn’t absolutely sure it had been written by a gay woman, she was amazed that it had been written by a man, and that she hadn’t expected the ending at all.  I took a great deal of heart from that (although a few years later she backtracked on those comments somewhat).  Of course, the other winning story – which I can’t remember but which was terrific too – didn’t have swear words and gay sex scenes in it, so it was a shoe-in for the title and broadcast on the radio.  At least I got an equal  share of the prize money, which was enough to buy my then partner Geraldine and I a pizza and a bottle of wine in the local Italian restaurant.

I’ve heard lots of debates over the years amongst writers concerning ownership of the work we do.   Should straight men write about gay women?  Can whites write effectively about blacks, or non-Muslims about Muslims?  There are a plethora of magazines, events and competitions that are becoming more and more exclusive – women only events, gay anthologies, immigrant literature competitions – and that’s all absolutely fine by me unless it encourages the potentially preposterous Esquire’s “Men’s Fiction” e-series, as if men are some disempowered minority who need affirmative action.  And I’ll wager most of the stories Esquire publish will be by and about straight, white, professional men at that.

A lesbian friend did look askance a bit about me writing a “lesbian story”, but I think the reaction from women, gay and straight, to that piece has been generally positive over the years, even though it is, I have to stay, still more than a little overwrought.  I do think there are certain groups within society who have the right to identify their own agendas and protect their own boundaries, simply as a bulwark against the discrimination they have suffered and still suffer, or to provide an environment in which they can grow.  I hope, though, that those boundaries can be blurred enough to allow genuine dialogue with and sincere responses from those who lie nominally ‘outside’ them.

The problem, I think, is in where we draw the lines of those boundaries. I remember the advice the Writer in Residence at Glasgow University gave me when I took a sheaf of my stuff along to him as an eager first year student; I won’t mention his name, but he’s a major Scottish literary figure and a lovely writer.  “Write about what you know” was the old faithful he trotted out.  What does that actually mean?  Does it mean that writers can never write from the point of view of the opposite sex, of different genders, of alternative lifestyles?  That we can’t write about people who are not us, people who are older or younger, richer or poorer?  Should we avoid writing about drunks and drug addicts unless we’ve been there and got the vomit-stained t-shirt?  Are serial killers off-limits unless we’ve a few bodies buried under the floor boards ourselves?  And what, then, of vampires, werewolves and zombies? It was all very confusing for a rather awestruck 17-year-old me.  Luckily, I realised I’d misinterpreted the advice (I think), grew out of that phase and decided to branch out into characters I could never be.

As for “Drowning in the Shallows”, I once got a card from the real life ‘dumper’; she congratulated me on getting my collection published, and signed it with the name of “her” character in the story.  I found I couldn’t forgive her for that presumption, for taking ownership of my story, of my work, of my catharsis.

I felt she’d had enough of me already.

“Occasional Demons” review, Front & Centre magazine

Posted in Publications by raymondsoltysek on September 3, 2011
Occasional Demons

Occasional Demons

Matthew Firth, editor of Front & Centre, was kind enough to send me a copy of Issue 4 the magazine from way back, with a review of my short story collection I’ve never seen before.

What surprised me were the stories Matthew singled out in the review.  “Unto Myself” is the longest short story I’ve ever written, and I have to say I was proud of its plotting, characterisation and visualisation.  It took a long time to get right, but I think it worked out fine and would be good on screen; it would need to be done in Gaelic, though, so if you know any film directors from Stornoway, let me know!  It’s not a story many people notice, though; “The Practicality of Magnolia” and “Twitchy” tend to catch the eye.

And he drew attention to “How Will You Grieve”, an unashamedley emotional tale of grief that I thought was one of the weakest in the collection:  however, I value Matthew’s  opinion, so if he says it’s solid, I’m not going to argue.  I just didn’t think, as an inveterate dirty realist, he’d notice a tearjerker like that.

Here’s the review in full:

“Raymond Soltysek’s Occasional Demons differs from a lot of first collections of short stories.  Unlike many first efforts, Soltysek shows considerable muscle and flexibility as a short story writer.  He does not find one format that works and then hammer away at it for 160 pages.  Soltysek is just as comfortable writing about a horny middle-aged man trawling the dreary streets of Glasgow for hookers as he is writing about an unassuming priest on a remote Scottish island who finds himself an accomplice to murder.  As well, Soltysek shows not only flexibility with respect to characterization and plot, he blends styles effectively in this book, for example, mixing in vernacular Scottish language when needed, but not using it as an over-powering device.  This conscientious control shows Soltysek’s poise and maturity.  Occasional Demons is  a successful book as a result.

The most intriguing story is “Unto Myself”, a longer work centred on the aforementioned priest.  The priest’s transgression brings upon him not the perils of Christian guilt but the wrath of a local pagan woman with the “sight”.  Here Soltysek documents clashing traditions in a small pocket of Scotland.  He also gives us a glimpse of some of the contradictions inside us all.  “How Will You Grieve?” also stands out, as a man is so overwhelmed by his father’s demise that he somehow fails to notice or comprehend that the rest of the UK is reeling after the death of Princess Diana.  Life events are put in refreshing context here; why shouldn’t we grieve for those we know and love instead of some distant icon?  But I still couldn’t help being drawn to those unlikeable male beasts that crop up here and again in the book.  In “The Bus Fare Down the Tubes” a man is spitting venom after leaving his wife and suffering the torment of a frustrating job.

Soltysek has written a provocative collection of short stories. He is one among many fine new Scottish writers bursting into prominence.”

Thanks, Matthew.  I still haven’t quiet “burst” yet, but I’m working on it…

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