Back in 2017 I finally worked out what my 20-something years of writing might have amounted to.
I wrote out a brief but (I think) elegant 8 point manifesto describing my work, and making some pretty big claims: that I had created (or recovered) a genuinely new literary style, and marked out the parameters of a new literary genre.
What has really surprised me since that time is the complete lack of interest in (or even engagement with) these claims. Even in the writers groups I attend, where I have read my work repeatedly, where I have expounded my claims to a new genre and a new style over and over again in various different ways, nobody seems the slightest bit interested in any of it.
I certainly don’t expect people to agree with me on all of it, but I would have thought that at least one person might have been intrigued enough to engage with me, even just by calling bullshit on these claims and possibly explaining where I am in error.
This post is the first in a series aimed at explaining the various parts of my manifesto, hoping perhaps that if I present my eight points separately it might make it easier for people to engage with them.
I’ll leave this first point to speak for itself, it’s a simple account of what my prose looks like and what it resembles, the deep source from which it flows.
P. Julian
3 March 2018