With regards to the comments made on this post:
Sig...I write for several audiences but admittedly I have a sort of elitist bent when it comes to whom I perceive as receiving the richest meaning from my work...it is the literary pretension at work I suppose.
Guyana Gyal...you have to read David Foster Wallace to get what I am talking about, but yes, your comments were generally on the ball.
Regarding the publication thing, I don't sweat it for several reasons:
1) I have been offered publication by one of those British-based publishers before but I rejected even the initial terms of changing my stories or producing one to fit the demographic they were exploiting.
2) I had two manuscripts shortlisted for the Guyana Prize. One of them won over books published by legitimate publishing houses. How's that for a cock-measuring contest?
3) At this point in my life, I have no fucking interest in being published by a major press. My books are meant primarily for Guyanese, and granted if the average Guyanese cannot get some of the allusion within my work, neither can the average American on British or Canadian citizen. I have sent one e-mail to a small independent press in the US which was receptive to my sending sample stories from Fictions - I have not.
I have an ambitious point to make when it comes to what can be produced here, and part of the grand plan has been made easier regarding one contact I recently made regard eligibility of self-published work.
I have had work published in magazines and journals in the region and further afield. My writing is the only real resume I have and it has earned me a shitload of money at times, and it has taken me places - and this was with just one self-published book out.
I have no hangups about self-publishing and the commenter on Livinguyana was ignorant, ill-informed and not worthy of a response.
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So you got my drift when I listed those self-published writers, D. H. Lawrence, Anais Nin, et al...
I like figuring things out for myself, when I'm done I'll try to get my hands on David Foster Wallace.
Man, every single time I sit down to write my thoughts about your writing, something [a.k.a. powercut] happens...it's still half scribbled.
Here's something you might appreciate, it's from a two-page story called Tell Me a Story by Rabindranath Tagore:
'As a river is a running stream of water, so is man a running stream of fiction........History and story combine to make our world.'
I love Tagore. Baaaaaad.
I don't agree that the person who made that comment on Living Guyana doesn't deserve a response. I think the more we try to explain to others [in a gentle way...but then that's just my thinking] the more people are receptive to what we have to say.
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