Inspired by the International Retreat for Writers fellowship at Hawthornden Castle last June 2013, “The Others Are Strangers” is a tale that worked more like a possession. I have a sense of where the voice, the imagery, and this family came from, but its not like I could point to any fixed origin, certainly not in my life, certainly not autobiographical, but still a projekt that came from something both deep and transcendent. About a young boy from Midlothian Scotland, who feels estranged from his father, mother, and older brother, he desperately wants to be close again–to live like a family once more.
I’ve been told hard copy issues are in the mail, and I can’t wait to get my paws on them. In the meantime, I dedicate this story to my fellow Hawthorndeners who made the residency an event I never want to forget. Here’s to you Hamish, Georgina, Allisdaire, Greg, Gretchen, Rosanna, Terry, Joan, and Julian.
If you’re so inclined, take a sneak peek of the story at New Letters website and catch the shout out included in Robert Stewart’s “Editor’s Note.” Then consider purchasing a copy for yourself or any lover of lit.
Honored and humbled to have my short story, “Like Fish to Ginger” nominated for a Sundress Best of the Net Prize by The Coachella Review, who published the piece in Fall 2010. What a wonderful way to close the year!
Check out The Coachella Review’s full list of nominations from their blog post:
Written By: Lindsey – Dec• 01•11
Our Best of the Net nominations are:
“Elephant” by Perrin Carrell
“What He Did with the Moon Tonight” by Lindsay Illich
“Hubcaps” by Carol Ellis
“I Loved Saying My Father’s Name” by John McKernan
“This is This” by Jaydn DeWald
“Contemp Rural” by Benjamin Evans
“Zoo” by Corey Campbell
“Like Fish to Ginger” by Rashaan Meneses
“Masha” by Marcia DeSanctis
And, if you haven’t read the piece, here’s a taste:
By Rashaan Meneses
Before I set out to make my mark in Los Angeles, I chased Sunee. We met in a steamy noodle house in the Dusit District of Bangkok where I elbowed my way from dishwasher to sous chef. Sunee worked as hostess. Both seventeen, she knew exactly what she wanted, and it wasn’t me. Like with a delicate soup, I had to know when to stir and when to let the ingredients meld on their own. For seven months I coaxed her to me, savoring every minute of it, the taste of falling in love. This was all ages ago when cooking was like breathing.
Read the entire story here.