If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is that I never read Catcher in the Rye at school. To tell the truth, they made me read Heart of Darkness instead and so I think that’s pretty lousy now. But now that I’ve read this literary classic, I got a few thoughts about it.
In less than a month, I read my story at the Book Festival, so I thought I’d write a little bit about myself. That little bit grew into something longer and angstier, and was inspired by a couple of other Story Shop writers opening up about identity, belonging and comfort zones. So, here goes my attempt. Warning: contains Pokemon GIFs.
There’s hopefully another post about the fab panels at Nineworlds on the way, but I sort of have to get something else out the way first. It’s been rattling round my head since I was persuaded to go to the Writing the Other workshop with the lovely Stephanie Saulter. We discussed how to deal with issues of race, gender, ability, age, orientation and religion, but unlike the book on which the workshop was based, class was added in too. It turned out to be a bit of a theme for the weekend.
My parents are moving house, so I’ve been taking all my crap off their hands. It wasn’t long before sorting through the piles turned into nostalgic archaeology. Lots of the things I found were from my schooldays, which prompted an extended bout of angst best worked out by telling the entire internet about it. Obviously. Continue reading