Editors and agents have asked for a definition of my writing. Corporate executives like neat niches. I tell them the easy answer, “Semi-fiction.”
“What’s that?” None of them are familiar with that genre, since it doesn’t really exist in their marketplace.
“Whatever is interesting is true.” My employer Richie Boy had once described my story-telling technique as that. I have never disputed that my tales are a melange of truth, demi-truth, and outright fabrication. The same goes for my grammar.
Most recently I had written a story about a concert by the English punk band, the Damned. I recounted the evening to the best of my memory’s ability. One reader took exception. Cheetah Chrome of the Dead Boys lambasted my remembrance of that night.
“Nice story , too bad it never happened. Do yer research man.The only gigs we ever did with the Damned in the US were at CBGB.The only tour we ever did with them was in England. Documented fact. Christ, you lameass posers.”
Lameass poser.
Coming from Cheetah Chrome, I consider that a comment.
Thank you for SONIC REDUCER.