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Steve Gordy: Posted on Thursday, September 20, 2018 9:36 AM
The title of this post comes, as many of you will recognize, from "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. I think it encapsulates something unsettling about the world I inhabit as a creative writer wannabe. I've previously posted about where I get my ideas from. What I've lately started thinking about is the dreamscapes that play a major role in my writing.
I will be 69 next week. As is the case with many others of the Baby Boom generation, many of our early perceptions were formed by television and movies. |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Saturday, July 07, 2018 3:30 PM
My long-delayed novel,Faith, Hope, and Dr. Vangelis, has now completed a professional edit and is ready to move ahead through the next steps of the publication process. This is my second completed novel, but the first to be at an advanced stage of readiness for publication.
My thanks go out to the members of the Assassins Guild who critiqued the entire manuscript: Mary Beth Gibson, Sasscer Hill, and Bettie Williams. Additional thanks go to Ronald Nelson and Evelyn Beck, who served as beta readers, and Meredith Hawcroft, who did the now-completed edit of the manuscript. |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Thursday, May 03, 2018 1:44 PM
Those of us who were around during the 1970s might remember the chant of some critics, "the personal is political." While not true in the sense that such critics intended, I've come to believe that there is a certain amount of enduring truth in this chant. Case in point: my efforts at writing historical fiction.
I've been laboring for five years, off and on, at completing a historical novel with the working titleThe Vials of Wrath. This work is to be the first in a series of four or five novels exploring some of the titanic changes in the Western world since 1900. |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Tuesday, June 20, 2017 3:45 PM
Many of us have seen photographs of "ghost
towns," most of them out West, where they flourished during the heyday of
mining or cattle ranching, but subsequently lost their economic vitality and
now are reduced to empty buildings. These are the kind of places that can give
one the creeps, if we meditate on the sources of community vitality. When I lived in Pennsylvania, I had the occasion to
drive through Centralia, a town in the anthracite belt that had been
depopulated over almost a quarter-century because of an unquenchable mine fire. |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Tuesday, June 20, 2017 6:03 AM
This line, from Phil Ochs' "Changes", has
long been one of my favorites in summing up what life's about. Now that I'm
closer to being an old man than a young man, I try to look at my life and see
what's been lasting and what's been impermanent.
I suspect that many of us, remembering our childhoods,
might recall a time when we thought our grandparents had always been the same
age as when we first knew them. That may account for the sense of wonder we
sometimes feel when we see pictures of our elders as "youngers. |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Thursday, June 15, 2017 5:59 AM
Of all the war veterans I've known, the majority of
those who saw combat had a least a minimal degree of survivor's guilt. That is,
the gratitude for being alive was challenged by the knowledge of friends who
didn't return from the battlefield. The more morally attuned often report
wondering "why did ____ die and why did I live? I wasn't any better as a
person."
Lincoln addressed this, at least obliquely, in the
Gettysburg Address, when he referred to "the brave men, living and
dead" who had fought there, as a bridge to his exposition on |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Monday, June 12, 2017 5:50 AM
My father, my father-in-law, and my uncle were all
combat veterans of World War II. The stories Dad told when I was growing up
were in the vein ofTwelve O'Clock High,
colored (or perhaps discolored) by Hollywood's inevitable falling-short of the
ugly realities of battle. When my father-in-law was stationed in Munich from
1960 to 1962, my wife and mother-in-law had the chance to take a tour of the
Dachau concentration camp. My father-in-law drove them to the tour, but refused
to go in. When my mother-in-law asked him why, he said, "I've seen this
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Friday, June 09, 2017 1:59 PM
Most of us have (I suspect) at one time or another
said something out of ignorance, anger, or other quick emotional reactions that
wound up calling us acute embarrassment. Perhaps it was making a comment about
a third party to someone who, unbeknownst to us, was a friend of said party.
I've often spoken in haste without asking questions that would've spared me
some humiliation.
Anyone who's take a class in communications knows
there are three basic parties to any communication: sender, receiver, and
method of communication. |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Wednesday, June 07, 2017 2:08 PM
Some of you may have seen the movieQuo Vadis, a 50s-era Biblical epic
featuring Peter Ustinov, camping it up as the Emperor Nero. The movie (and the
novel on which it was based) derived from a tradition that St. Peter, escaping
a death sentence in Rome, met Jesus on the Appian Way. When Peter recognized
who his fellow traveler was, he asked, "Quo vadis, Domine?"
("Where are you going, Lord?") Jesus replied, "To Rome, to be
crucified again." Peter fell on his face, unable to face the fact that he
had denied Jesus yet again. |
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Steve Gordy: Posted on Friday, June 02, 2017 12:57 PM
The Pygmalion myth is an enduring one. Given new life
by Shaw in 1914'sPygmalion, it
received its apotheosis inMy Fair Lady.
These latter-day takes on a very old tale speak to some deep truth in the
relationship between artist and creation, between teacher and student. Is it
love or folly to cherish an excessive admiration for one's creation?
As some of you may know, I taught as an adjunct
instructor at Piedmont Technical College for several years. One danger that
became real to me is what I would call "the Pygmalion effect. |
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