C James
October 15 2007, 12:13 AM
QUOTE (Graeme @ October 13 2007, 03:32 PM)

It isn't often that someone writes a story in second person, but this story fitted it perfectly. It wouldn't have had the same impact if it had been written in either first or third person.
That unusual perspective, coupled with a largely present tense narration, give an unworldly feel to the story -- a feel which is oddly appropriate, considering the ending. By using the second person "you", it feels like the story is telling us what we're to do -- which is how the senator in the story felt. He had been told all his life what to do, by the god of political expediency, and in the end he was still being told what to do, though it was his long forgotten conscience that had the final say.
It is easy to focus on one part of a person's life and make a judgement. The senator appears to have voted against gay rights in the past, and some people would condemn him for that. However, I noticed the price he paid for his life in the closet -- three failed marriages, and alienated children. As a gay father, I can't understand or appreciate what it could be like to have children who are distant from you, and I pray that I never find out. That, even more than his last impassioned speech, led me to feel sympathy for the unnamed senator. His life wasn't perfect, but whose life is? He had done some things that he regretted, but who hasn't? Being in a position of power, his mistakes are magnified, but his main sin has been just going with the status-quo. He wasn't a leader -- just someone who stayed around.
Did his final act redeem him? That's a personal judgement and one that I don't feel I should comment on. Others may, but to me I just feel sorry for a life that wasn't what it could have been, a life bent out of true. The total sum of good and bad isn't mine to make.
Thanks, C James, for another fantastic and powerful tale.

Thanks Graeme! I originally tried the first few paragraphs in first, then in third, before picking second for the reasons you say.
I would like to add (as the disclaimer below the story says) that the senator is fictional; I was careful to make sure his electoral record didn't match any past or present Senators. He could be of any political party; both sides do have their closeted.
QUOTE (Jack Scribe @ October 14 2007, 01:18 PM)

A serious and more retrospective CJ. I must admit I didn't pick up on the Senator being in the closet until I read Graeme's comments. I originally thought it was more a case of the Senator being a hyper-workaholic - toiling for the right wing - who grossly negected his family(ies).
The man made peace with himself in the end.
Good job, CJ!
P.S. I learned a new word: legerdemain.
Thanks Jack!
This was very much a new ground for me, in a lot of ways. I wanted to do something different. He could have been from either party, I was careful to leave that part vague, but his sexuality was only alluded to;
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dark and dusty cloakroom of your mind, do you even know what you stand for?
Furtive liaisons, followed always by the now-familiar emotions of shame and fear,
Those two quotes weall all I used; "Dark and dusty cloakroom" was meant to indicate a closet. "Furtive liasons, shame and fear" was meant to allude to gay sexual encounters of a deeply closeted man.
I wasn't as clear as I could have been.
QUOTE (Ieshwar @ October 14 2007, 09:04 PM)

But...but..no surf?...no unshirted guys?

Wow, that was really well-written. With great details and descriptions. The story was ver succint too. I grasped the fact that he was in closet too.
Was he really that scared(?) that he died when he said that speech?
Ieshwar
Hi Ieshwar!
Thanks!
It wasn't fear that killed him, not quite. He was very old, and his doctors had told him he was dying (the bit about the doctor's warning, his final campaign done and over, etc) He felt the pains in his chest, he knew towards the end that he was done. It could well be that he guesed he wouldn't leave the chapter alive and that's what changed his mind, but I left that part up to the reader.
This is as you say very much a departure for me. Not my usual style. A year ago I wrote "the Muse", in last fall's anthology, which was also very different from my usual. It's fun to break the mold every once in a while.