All Stories Are Old Stories
July 23, 2013 § Leave a comment
Because all stories are old stories, right? It’s just finding a new way of telling. I do tend to gravitate toward the fantastic, towards myth and fairy tale, I think partially because it’s what I know, what I grew up reading, and partially because it’s what I’m interested in—I’m not very interested in what can happen, most of the time, but rather what can’t—and I think partially because fairy tales, myths, these are the oldest stories, the stories that humans have been telling each other since the beginning of humans. And I like the idea of starting with the primeval, the basic building blocks, and then applying that framework to our modern lives and machines. I feel like then these stories do two things: say something about us now, and say something about us always, this weird young race that’s just hanging out all alone in this corner of the universe.
I’m in the middle of reading Amber Sparks’ collection of fably and far-out stories, May We Shed These Human Bodies, published by Curbside Splendor, and now she is the featured author at Atticus Review, with an interview with Jamie Iredell, along with three new stories and an excerpt from her novel in progress, “Only the Winter Stars.”