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Faizan
Prologue:
The Protagonists
I have two traits to offer to this story: truthfulness and conscientiousness-; the inconspicuous, and the profound will surface, those things unforeseen, by themselves. Some may appear strange, but are nothing but truth, as true as Lee sees it, that is. The protagonists might seem to have a schizoid personality, it is because as you read the story, you may sense they have this overbearing anguish that appears in the form of suffering; if indeed it can be called that: we can use hurt and anger, anger preceding hurt. Also there is a touch of neo-surrealism in the images produced throughout the story; bizarre as they may seem, dreams and the subconscious mind are helping this story along. Perhaps what one may see is one protagonist has freed himself of the other, and the other is trying to free himself of the other, hopefully that will make better sense as you read the story, and just who is the protagonist? Perhaps we have two. The storyteller does not hold back nor does he bury, what has been concealed, becomes unconcealed.
As you will see the smallest omission in Lee's life, with his son-in-law, Jay, gives rise to the gravest suspicion, so it might be conjured: but once thought-out, 'Why?'
The question may surface also-as I'm sure it has in many real life families, which family is innocent, there resides this suspicious circumstance, because one cannot investigate the other, even though you have become versed in nearly all affairs, and more so by the agitation caused by Jay, and Lee's reflections.
But all seems possible even without a devil's advocate, and at times Lee tries to play that very part too. But he doesn't make that mutter loud enough to be taken seriously; perhaps it is his prerogative, since it is his story, his thoughts, his journey, don't we all generalize, delete, and distort, when it comes to our point of view?
There is a small discourtesy for the reader although, which can plausible be explained away-for somehow the story is one sided between Lee and Jay, and this can hardly be dismissed. But must be here and now settled on the spot: 'Jay' is dead. He has died twenty-six days ago, prior to Lee's arriving back into his hometown. Neither does the story allow for tears and entreaties, for it is Lee's story, and his alone, and if there surfaces an issue, then again, it is his. But there does reside a huge mound of bewilderment to thumb through.
In the story, it remains for Lee: why couldn't, or wouldn't Jay and his wife after nine-years without a word, trace back to the original causes of their family detachment. Perhaps this also can be said for Lee's two sons. And thus, Jay dies without a word. It was as if once Jay, backed away, and once doing, he stayed standing stone-still as if obeying some secret injunction in his mind leveled on him, self-imposed, way back when, and he therefore leveled that onto his wife's and kid's (Lee's grandkids), minds, after his death! And should this so called credo be broken, he would have lost something he worked hard to keep, and thus, could lose it, right to the bitter-sweet end.
The Protagonists
I have two traits to offer to this story: truthfulness and conscientiousness-; the inconspicuous, and the profound will surface, those things unforeseen, by themselves. Some may appear strange, but are nothing but truth, as true as Lee sees it, that is. The protagonists might seem to have a schizoid personality, it is because as you read the story, you may sense they have this overbearing anguish that appears in the form of suffering; if indeed it can be called that: we can use hurt and anger, anger preceding hurt. Also there is a touch of neo-surrealism in the images produced throughout the story; bizarre as they may seem, dreams and the subconscious mind are helping this story along. Perhaps what one may see is one protagonist has freed himself of the other, and the other is trying to free himself of the other, hopefully that will make better sense as you read the story, and just who is the protagonist? Perhaps we have two. The storyteller does not hold back nor does he bury, what has been concealed, becomes unconcealed.
As you will see the smallest omission in Lee's life, with his son-in-law, Jay, gives rise to the gravest suspicion, so it might be conjured: but once thought-out, 'Why?'
The question may surface also-as I'm sure it has in many real life families, which family is innocent, there resides this suspicious circumstance, because one cannot investigate the other, even though you have become versed in nearly all affairs, and more so by the agitation caused by Jay, and Lee's reflections.
But all seems possible even without a devil's advocate, and at times Lee tries to play that very part too. But he doesn't make that mutter loud enough to be taken seriously; perhaps it is his prerogative, since it is his story, his thoughts, his journey, don't we all generalize, delete, and distort, when it comes to our point of view?
There is a small discourtesy for the reader although, which can plausible be explained away-for somehow the story is one sided between Lee and Jay, and this can hardly be dismissed. But must be here and now settled on the spot: 'Jay' is dead. He has died twenty-six days ago, prior to Lee's arriving back into his hometown. Neither does the story allow for tears and entreaties, for it is Lee's story, and his alone, and if there surfaces an issue, then again, it is his. But there does reside a huge mound of bewilderment to thumb through.
In the story, it remains for Lee: why couldn't, or wouldn't Jay and his wife after nine-years without a word, trace back to the original causes of their family detachment. Perhaps this also can be said for Lee's two sons. And thus, Jay dies without a word. It was as if once Jay, backed away, and once doing, he stayed standing stone-still as if obeying some secret injunction in his mind leveled on him, self-imposed, way back when, and he therefore leveled that onto his wife's and kid's (Lee's grandkids), minds, after his death! And should this so called credo be broken, he would have lost something he worked hard to keep, and thus, could lose it, right to the bitter-sweet end.
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