Hay guys...
I am new to this forum so be patient with me.
Ok, I want to write a fiction. But the majority of the story is going to be my life's story. Now I have a few issues to ponder over:
1) I want to narrate this in first person. However there is a lot of opposition to that everywhere. I still can’t understand why? Anybody? (Difficulty is not a good reason).
2) I want to set this in present and go back in time when called for, you know down the memory lane, until it meets the context (present).
Below is a small piece of the text to show you all the mood and style that I am writing this with, and I want opinions. Please...
“When I left Eye-ran (IRAN) for India……” and I was interrupted.
“Why do you have to pronounce like the Americans do. It’s Iran. NOT EYE-RAN. “Says this heavyset self entitle Hollywood movie director that I don’t even know, never heard of. I know most would agree with him, at least everybody around that table did. Lavish two story house decorated with expensive abstract art, scarcely furnished, Spread on a large piece of land, big back yard, pool and barbeque bar. The whole setup looked modern to me, certainly a fit for a realtor. I liked it. Jamshid was just another success of the Iranian-Baha’i community in the United States. Even though he wasn’t the stereotypical Baha’i, you know, being a realtor and married to a Filipino and all.
Ahmed is still talking…“Even Americans are now learning to say it the right way. On the news too they pronounce it correctly now. You would have noticed that if you watched more news.” I guess Ahmed, who ironically is now referred to as Andy, has me figured out already, and grandpa has an advice too. “You are an Iranian after all; you should be the last to say it wrong.” Everybody nods, and so are the readers, I am sure. By this time all that I was talking about is forgotten and the focus is on Andy. Undeterred Andy keeps talking. But little does he know that I came prepared. You see, I am not new to these kinds of gatherings. Some of you who are or have considered yourself part of an immigrant minority community have been there. I call these meetings self-assurance seminars. Another way for those lost self-segregated souls who feel like they are here, in America as mere bad fortune, to feel relevant. The trick is to think about sour candy, makes you look deep in thought, engaged, interested.
Twenty minutes later and Andy is still talking. I stared, nodded occasional, and pretended to care for whatever he had to say. While all that was going through my mind were the faithful words of Yamamoto "I fear all we have done is awakened a sleeping giant and filled him with terrible resolve"
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