Showing posts with label Ferdia Lennon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ferdia Lennon. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Ferdia Lennon A Q and A Session with the author of "The Revolutionary and Synge" and other stories



March 1 to April 7

Ferdia Lennon
Dublin

ISSM3 is now extended until April 7. There are a lot of exciting things in the works. Your participation is welcome. E-Mail me if you are interested or have any questions, please.

I first became acquainted with the work of Ferdia Lennon while reading and posting on all of the short stories in the anthology 30 Under 30: Thirty Short Stories by Young Irish Writers edited by Elizabeth Reapy and published by Doire Press. (I strongly endorse this book to anyone with any interest in the contemporary short story.) His story "The Revolutionary and John Synge" was the first story I read in the collection. (My post on this story is here.) I told myself if I liked it I would read and post on the other 29 stories in the collection. I really liked his story and I felt in the two friends arguing over whether or not Galway or Dublin was the "real" Ireland that I could see John Synge somehow in the background smiling. Recently I read two more of his short stories and greatly enjoyed them. (My post on these two stories is here and in this post you will find links to the stories.)



Author Bio.

Ferdia Lennon is from Dublin. He recently returned from Paris, where he co-wrote the comedy sketch show Fifth Wall which played at the Petit Théâtre du Bonheur, Montmartre. His short fiction has appeared in journals such as SouthwordThe Galway Ropes Anthology and Wordlegs 30 under 30. In 2012 he was shortlisted for the Sean O' Faolain Short Story Competition.   

He is a graduate of History and Classical studies from University College Dublin and the University of Amsterdam. Since graduating he has lived in Granada Spain, London and is currently based in Paris.






Who are some of the contemporary short story writers you admire? If you had to say, who do you regard as the three best ever short story writers?


There are lots, but Alice Munro and William Trevor stand out in my mind.
In terms of my all-time favourite short story writers it would have to be Chekhov, Salinger and Joyce. Joyce and Salinger wrote relatively few short stories, but what they did write are, for me, perfect.


I have read lots of Indian and American short stories in addition to Irish and alcohol plays a much bigger part in the Irish stories. How should an outsider take this and what does it say about Irish culture.  

Well, as you can imagine it says that alcohol is an important part of Irish culture. I think the country’s literature inevitably expresses this.


Better city for the new writer-Dublin, Paris, London and why?

I don’t really know much about the literary scene in London, though I’m sure it’s good. Paris and Dublin are excellent. Both cities have a host of great writers who lived and produced some of their best work there.  That’s inspiring.  Also they both have a vibrant spoken word culture. Still, I’m in Dublin now so I’ll say Dublin.

In an over the ropes battle royal of 19th century novelists, who wins-the English, the Russians or the French?

I’ve read that Tolstoy was an excellent wrestler, but still it’s very difficult to decide. Where does the battle take place? Why are they fighting? All these factors are important………..The Russians.  Always the Russians.


Why have the Irish produced such a disproportional to their population number of great writers?

I believe it’s cultural. Oral storytelling has been a historically important part of Irish life for centuries. Perhaps this tradition translated into literary skill.  Along with this there is the fact that now in Ireland, from a young age at school, you are exposed to great writers who were born and lived in the same country as you. This is inspiring and it also creates a sense that writing is an important and worthwhile endeavour.    


When you write, do you picture somehow a potential audience or do you just write?

Not at the outset. For me writing is instinctual, at least in the first draft. I may have a sense of a character and a situation, but at the beginning I am simply trying to find out more. It’s about discovery and that’s exciting. I would never start by trying to write for a specific audience because that would mean putting certain demands on the story before it even exists − if that makes sense. The first draft is about finding out what it is I want to say and redrafting is about deciding how best to say it − how best to communicate with the reader. So when editing, yes, I would have an audience in mind, but only then.


Does the character of the "stage Irishman" live on still in the heavy drinking, violent, on the dole characters one finds in many contemporary Irish novels? 

 Well “stage Irishman” implies an inherent cliché, whereas it’s certainly possible to have a heavy drinking, violent character who is believable, well rounded and necessary to a given story.  Drinking is undeniably a significant part of Irish culture and some of the country’s literature is bound to express that.

William Butler Yeats said in "The Literary Movement"-- "“The popular poetry of England celebrates her victories, but the popular poetry of Ireland remembers only defeats and defeated persons”. I see a similarity of this to the heroes of the Philippines. American heroes were all victors, they won wars and achieved independence. The national heroes of the Philippines were almost all ultimately failures, most executed by the Spanish or American rulers. How do you think the fact Yeats is alluding too, assuming you agree, has shaped Irish literature?

It’s difficult to quantify but it’s definitely there: the glorious defeat. You see it more clearly in sport. A perfect example is last year when Ireland lost 4-0 to Spain and the stadium was filled with thousands of Irish people ecstatically singing The Fields of Athenry − which is a Famine song. I think you could probably argue that our history has given Irish people an above average sympathy for the aesthetic of failure and that this is likely to have trickled into our literary output.

When people write about the lives of poets they always speak of how troubled and tortured they were-imagine the American poet Hart Crane (or anybody else you want). If instead of dying, young and beautiful, in his thirties by jumping from a cruise liner, he had lived to his seventies, joined his rich father in the candy business and died fat and asleep in his chair would he still be considered a poet of worth? 

The important thing is the work. In the long term mediocre poetry or prose is forgotten regardless of how tortured its creator was.  

What aspects of history most interest you?

For me history is a dialogue about the past: a dialogue of competing stories and interpretations. I’m interested in it for the same reason I’m interested in literature. I love stories.
  

Do  you prefer e-reading or traditional books?

Traditional books. The texture, the smell. I doubt there are many writers who prefer e-books.


If you could time travel for 30 days (and be rich and safe) where would you go and why?

6th century BC Greece. I feel I could have made a competent Pre- Socratic philosopher.


Flash Fiction-how driven is the popularity of this form by social media like Twitter and its word limits? Do you see twitter as somehow leading to playwrights keeping 
conversations shorter than in years past?



I don’t know about Twitter but it’s certainly true that Flash Fiction is uniquely suited to internet reading. As a form it’s short enough to weather the slings and arrows of You Tube and Facebook. To the question of whether some playwrights will begin shortening their dialogues as a result of Twitter, I sincerely doubt it. And I sincerely hope not.



When you are outside of Ireland, besides friends and family, what do you miss the most?  What are you glad to be away 
from?

The weather and the weather. This is actually true. When I’m living in Dublin, the rain can be monotonous and downright enraging, but on my few forays into hotter climates I’ve inevitably found myself pining for grey clouds and the smell of wet grass.


End

I give my great thanks to Ferdia Lennon to take the time to provide us with such interesting and well considered answers to my questions.

I will follow his career as best I can from the other side of the world and hope, if not sooner, to catch up with him during ISSM4 which hopefully will begin March 1, 2014.


Friday, March 22, 2013

Ferdia Lennon Two Short Stories

"Raskolnikov and I"  (2012, 4 pages  -Runner Up in the 2012 in the Sean O' Faolain Short Story Competition)

"The God of Rain"  (2012, 3 pages)






March 1 to March 31

Ferdia Lennon
Dublin

Last year I was pondering whether or not I should read all of the thirty short stories in a great new anthology of short stories by the 2011 and 2012 MA classes in Creative Writing at the National University of Ireland at Galway.  All of the writers were new to me, and pretty much new to writers.  I knew the only way for me personally to approach the book would be to post one at a time on all of the stories in the collection.  I looked the various titles over and I decided I would first read a story called "The Revolutionary and Synge" by Fredia Lennon.  I decided if I liked that story then I would commit to the editor and published of the book to post on all the stories one at a time.  I picked this story because I had recently read two of  Synge's  plays, Playboy of the Western World and The Tinker's Wedding and also his classic book The Aran Islands.  I totally liked this story and I did feel Synge some how in the story in the debates between the two lead characters on whether Galway or Dublin represented the "real Ireland".  (My post on the story is here.)

Today I will post briefly on two more of Ferdia Lennon's short stories (both of which can be read online via a links I will provide.)

"Roskolnikov and I"

"‘It wasin 19th century Russia, life actually meant something. Raskolnikov’s suffering was not in vain and the nobility of his sacrifice transcended the brutality of his crime!’ Fionn paused and fingered a golden strand of goatee in bony fingers. ‘Sorry, I forget you haven’t read it. The basic gist of Crime and Punishmentis that Raskolnikov, a poor young Russian intellectual, murders a rich old hag of a moneylender. He does this not so much for her money, but to see if he as a great man can transcend ordinary moral laws and through his strength of will, remain unaffected.’"

"Roskolnikov and I" starts out in a class in French philosophy during a session of Rene Descartes.  Fionn eats nothing but cabbage and does not speak to anybody else in the class.  One day he starts laughing to himself as the tutor is pontificating.  The tutor is angered of course and he asks Fionn to share the joke.  He says something very off the wall and quite intriguing and he walks out.  After that his class mate, who is telling the story sees him in the student union and decides to become friends with him.  Fionn begins telling him of the great impact reading Crime and Punishment  has had on him.  He talks of how in 19 century Russian suffering meant something and if they had met then their friendship could have meant something.   Soon he begins under the tutelage of Fionn to read lots of Russian classics,  He is not allowed to read Tolstoy or Chekov as Fionn feels they are "bluffers", with one very interesting exception.  Fionn claims he did something to a cat to imitate the hero of Crime and Punishment, Roskolnikov, who murdered an old woman to prove to himself he was above conventional morality.  At this point I really don't like Fionn.  I do not want to tell to much of the story because the ending is really well done but when it comes you will change a lot of your opinions about what you thought you understood about the society.   Like "The Revolutionary and John Synge" this story is more or less structured around two young men arguing over what is authentic and what it not.

I really liked this story.  Decades ago I read lots of Dostoevsky and I also took classes in philosophy so I can relate to the two men in the story.  I thought Lennon did a great job of creating the angst of the young and then undercutting them and us at the close of the story.

You can read this story here .  It is very much worth the few minutes of time it will take you to read it.  Cat lovers like me will find themselves riled up at one point but all ends well, cat wise at least.  

"The God of Rain"

 "I joined the University Pagan Society on the spur of the moment. I'm not even religious - doubt that there's one god let alone several, but the chap at the stand sold it to me. He said that they organized weekly trips into the forest to make offerings, and that these offerings usually ended in cans. Not only that, but he told me they were desperate for some high priests and that I struck him as perfect for the God of Rain. Now this might all sound pretty weird but, as I said, I was lonely, and for someone to talk to me never mind tell me I'd make a good high priest, was a real confidence boost."

How can you not be intrigued by a story that starts out like this?   The man signed up for the club because he is old they go out in the forest every week to make offerings and the guy selling him on the idea said he looked like he would make a good high priest.  Also the man looked like he was the real thing, "a proper pagan".   (This story line goes back to one of the things I have been blathering away on this month-that the Irish short story either reveals the fact that a mythic past is seemingly  created in Ireland to hide from or rise above the legacy of colonialism or the story itself does just that without irony.)

At the first meeting the man is sort of given the impression their might be a wild pagan orgy so he is kind of disappointed to see only three or four guys. When he asks if any women are coming the look at each other and sort of half laugh.  I want to let you see for yourself what goes on as it is really well set out:

"'In the days of old, we would have sacrificed two oxen, four sheep and six pigs but our resources are not the same as our forefathers, and we are reduced to this!'  Sam removed the lid and put in his hand. When it came out, he was holding either a mouse or a hamster by the tail.'It is but a humble offering,' said Sam, 'but Raglanoch is merciful'

Even though I was smiling, I could feel my heart pounding away.

Sam took out one of those red Swiss army and pulled out the blade. 'Accept this meagre token, Raglanoch.' "

I'm no bleeding heart animal lover but seeing the little thing going crazy dangling between Sam's thumb and finger was too much for me."

This is a very funny story.   It was fun to read about the pagan cult and I see how this fits in Irish culture and modern society.  I loved it when I saw the pagans got their music from and IPAD.   It is also about drinking, the things people do when they are lonely and the fantasies young men have about what might attract girls.  

You can read this story here.


Author Bio.

Ferdia Lennon is from Dublin. He recently returned from Paris, where he co-wrote the comedy sketch show Fifth Wall which played at the Petit Théâtre du Bonheur, Montmartre. His short fiction has appeared in journals such as SouthwordThe Galway Ropes Anthology and Wordlegs 30 under 30. In 2012 he was shortlisted for the Sean O' Faolain Short Story Competition.   

He is a graduate of History and Classical studies from UCD and the University of Amsterdam. Since graduating he has lived in Granada Spain, London and is currently based in Paris.

I am very glad I had the opportunity to read more of the work of Ferdia Lennon and I will follow his writing career as best I can from the other side of the world.  He is a very talented writer with a wide range of sensibilities.

He has kindly agreed to complete a Q and A Session for Irish Short Story Month Year III so look for that soon.

Mel u

Friday, November 9, 2012

"The Revolutionary and Synge" by Ferdia Lennon

"The Revolutionary and Synge" by Ferdia Lennon (2012, 6 pages)
"Foreword" by John Walsh to 30 Under 30  A Selection of Short Fiction by Young Irish Writers edited by Elizabeth Reapy



The Irish Quarter


Ferdia Lennon 

"If all went well, then John would be in Galway by seven o'clock.   He was excited.  For years he'd said that Dublin was plastic.   Galway, however was the real Ireland."

When I began a seven day event on my blog in April of this year devoted to the work of emerging Irish women writers I was happily amazed by the great quality of the stories I found to post about.    I soon decided to make posting on the work of emerging Irish writers, men and women, a permanent part of The Reading Life.   This has worked out great for my blog and opened up lots of new things for me.   

There are thirty stories in this collection.  (I totally endorse purchase of this very fairly priced collection and will provide a publishers link at the end of this post.)   There is also a very interesting introduction  by the editor Elizabeth Reapy (I have posted on her very well done short story, "Statues") and a foreword  by John Walsh..

Posting on collections of short stories that include the works of many different authors presents a big challenge, to me at least.    I do not personally care for reviews or posts on short story collections that simply have one or two lines of a few of the stories and then gush over the collection as a whole with standard book review quotes.   These could in fact easily be written without reading much of the collection and to me it is like going on about a forest without realizing it is made up of trees.   On the other hand, to post on all thirty of the stories would take a long time, an hour or so per post give or take, so I am will decide as I go how many of the stories to post on. I will also comment briefly about the forward of Walsh and introduction of Reapy.

I decided to first read "The Revolutionary and John Synge" by Ferdia Lennon because, acknowledging the very paltry state of my Irish literary education,  I am convinced John Synge is the third most important modern Irish writer behind Joyce and Yeats.  I also really love the diction in his plays and was very moved by his book, The Aran Islands.   Much of my secondary knowledge of Synge comes from the work of Declan Kiberd.   I said to myself, I will read this story and if I like it I will undertake a review of much of the collection.  I read it and I loved it.  I was hooked by the opening lines (quoted at the start of the post).  I  do not know a lot about Galway but I am confident it has produced more great writers than any city of its size, and more than many a city of 20 million.   John, the lead character in the story, bearing the same name as Synge of course, does not just read Synge, he knows about his way to short life and admires him as a person.   He thinks about how Synge used to hide in the attics of Irish peasants so he could internalize their modes of speech for his plays.   Of course there are issues in the life of Synge and the narrator knows this.  To easedrop on people may in a sense be an act of reverence but it is also an intrusion and treats them as something to be studied for part of what they are, not as full humans.   John wishes he had been born in Ireland in the late 19th century of early 20th.   He loves the rough beauty of the Galway area.    Now John is not just a dreamy young man thinking about dead playwrights, he has drinking buddies and likes going to pubs in pursuit of women.   He goes to the bus station to meet his old friend, Donal, and is shocked by how he has transformed himself into an extreme body builder.  Donal uses profane language, thus certifying his masculinity.   They have an interesting conversation in which Donal tells him of his expensive diet and his training routine.  I enjoyed this conversation, especially the part about the fish!   

Donal and John, Donal lives in Dublin, begin to argue over where Dublin is "fake" or not.  "You're wrong, man.   There is something special about Galway.  It's the real thing.  Dublin's full of Yuppies."

John starts talking to Donal about The Playboy of the Western World, Synge's most famous play.  Donal has heard of it and has a confused notion of what it is about.   There is a simply brilliant depiction of the conversation between the two young men about Synge's habit of hiding in attics listening to people.  

I will leave the rest of this story untold.  In a way Donal can kind of be seen as an Irish peasant (I know I am reaching here, perhaps beyond the intentions of Lennon) and just like an Anglo-Irish aristocrat intellectual of the early 20th century John looks down on him when seen in the flesh.    Donal, not John a self-conscious intellectual, is the kind of man that Synge wrote about in his plays.   John is really shocked when Donal gets the better of him in an argument.   

This is a really good fun to read story.  There are girls,  nice ones and sleazy types, Guinness, and reflections of the recession in the Irish economy.   Lennon puts a lot in a few pages and I look forward to reading more of his work.

In  his forward John Walsh (I have posted on his marvelous collection of interrelated short stories, Borders) tells us the very interesting story about how his company,  Doire Press, came to publish the collection.  

Ferdia Lennon is an Irish writer from Dublin.  His short fiction has appeared in journals such as The Galway Ropes Anthology, Boyne Berries, and wordlegs.com.   

You can find more information about the collection at the web page of  Doire Press

I do not know how many stories I will post on for sure.  I am confident it will be at least ten and perhaps all of them.  



Mel u


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