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Os he dado la lata mucho hablándoos de ‘El hombre que nunca existió’ y ‘Gemela Maldad’ pero  también he publicado una serie de 3 novelas cortas unidas por un mismo personaje central , Mary, que de momento solo están disponibles en inglés. El título de la serie es ‘Escapando Psiquiatría’ (ya que Mary es psiquiatra y escritora, como yo) y las novelas cortas se titulan: ‘Cannon Fodder’ (Carne de cañón), ‘Teamwork’ (Trabajo en equipo) y ‘Memory’ (Memoria). La premisa de la serie es que Mary quiere dedicarse a la escritura por completo, pero las circunstancias conspiran contra ella y por una razón u otra se ve envuelta en casos en los que tiene que volver a su profesión de psiquiatra, ya sea para proporcionar una opinión   experta para un caso judicial (como en ‘Cannon Fodder’), ofrecer terapia a un policía que presencia el asesinato de su compañero y padre adoptivo (‘Teamwork’), o en el caso de ‘Memory’ cuando ella misma es víctima de una crimen horrible y pierde la memoria.

El proceso de creación de ‘Escapando Psiquiatría’ fue un poco especial. Yo escribí ‘Cannon  Fodder’ hace muchos años (estaba estudiando literatura americana en la Universidad de Sussex, en Brighton, pero ese año como parte de la carrera lo pasábamos en una universidad de los Estados Unidos y yo estaba en Mount Holyoke College, Massachusetts). Durante mi estancia en Mount Holyoke participé en un curso de escritura de historias cortas, y le pedí a nuestro profesor que se leyera ‘Cannon Fodder’. A él le gustó mucho pero me comentó que era demasiado larga para una revista, pero demasiado corta para publicarla como novela (esto era en 1998 cuando publicación digital…era ciencia ficción). También se la envié a Maria Lauret, mi tutora en Sussex, que me comentó le mismo. Le gustó pero…Los dos sugirieron que quizás podría escribir más historias con el mismo personaje central como hilo conductor. Yo me quedé con la idea pero entre acabar la carrera, luego el doctorado, y la vida, no hice nada. Cuando yo volví a trabajar de psiquiatra (cosa que sigo haciendo), también volví a escribir con más ahínco y a pesar de otras distracciones, escribí dos historias más sobre Mary y sus aventuras y empecé a escribir un epílogo, con la idea de publicar las tres historias juntas con el epílogo. Al empezar a publicar en versión digital me di cuenta de que las novelas cortas han experimentado un renacimiento y decidí publicarlas por separado, en inglés.

Ahora, me estoy planteando volver a mi idea inicial, publicarlas como novela, y traducirlas al castellano. Para ver que os parece la sugerencia, os dejo una descripción de la primera novela corta Carne de Cañón y la traducción de un fragmento de la novela, parte de la entrevista entre Mary y Cain White.

Gracias por leer y no os olvidéis de dejar comentarios con vuestra opinión.

Carne de Cañón

En Carne de Cañón, Phil un abogado que es muy amigo de Mary (se conocieron en la Universidad) le pide que evalue y proporcione una opinion experta para el caso que está defendiendo. Su cliente, un hombre de origen Afro-Americano, muy religioso ha sido acusado de incitar  a la violencia durante una reunión religiosa. Aunque nunca ha hecho nada violento, algunas personas encuentran sus discursos provocadores y agitadores. No se limita a decir que oye la voz de Dios, sino que insiste en decir que Dios es negro y su mensaje parece ser de promoción de movimientos negros nacionalistas. ¿Qué le pasa a Cain? Está loco, delusional, equivocado, intentando atraer la atención de los medios de comunicación, o es un Santo? Para encontrar la respuesta a estas preguntas Mary habla con su familia y sus amigos. Aunque llega a la conclusión de que está cuerdo, su investigación destapa secretos sobre su familia, sus creencias y sobre la actitud de la población local que son preocupantes. ¿Santo o pecador, quién tiene la autoridad moral para decidir? Cuanto más se adentra Mary en las vidas de Cain y de los que lo rodean más se da cuenta de lo peligrosos y destructivos que pueden ser ciertos secretos.
Carne de Cañón trata sobre dañinos secretos de familia, el proceso judicial Americano, análisis psicológicos, discusiones sobre moralidad y religión, raza, abuso, tolerancia, pecado y finalmente redención. Aunque naturalmente yo la he escrito creo que no tiene desperdicio.

Fragmento de Carne de Cañón

−No soy nada especial, solo yo, Cain White, un joven de lo más normal.

−       ¿Crees que jóvenes normales y corrientes van diciendo que Dios les habla?

−       No conozco a otros jóvenes que lo digan, pero será porque no le oyen. Pero yo sí.

−        ¿Oyes su voz como me oyes a mí? ¿Su voz viene del exterior?

−       Es difícil de explicar. No es una voz como ninguna de las que he oído antes. No es la voz de un hombre o una mujer. Es Dios.

−       ¿Y tú cómo lo sabes?

−       Porque me lo dice la voz. Y yo la creo.

−       ¿Te habla a ti directamente, o habla sobre ti y sobre otra gente?

−       No, no, me habla a mí.

−       ¿Te llama por tu nombre?

−       Sí…Dice algo así como: −Cain, escucha. Quiero que le digas algo a los demás. Diles que deben amarse a si mismos. Dile que son hermosos, lo más bello de la creación.

−       ¿Quiénes son los demás?

−       Gente de raza negra.

−       Quieres decir que Dios le está hablando a la gente de raza negra a través de ti.

−       Lo que quiero decir es que Dios es negro.

Mary tuvo que morderse el labio para evitar una sonrisa. Cain iba a pasarlo mal en el juicio si el juez era blanco y conservador.

−       No me crees.

Mary le miró a los ojos directamente, sin pestañear.

−       No es parte de mi trabajo dictaminar si Dios es negro, blanco o de algún otro color.

−       No. Tú solo quieres saber si estoy loco. Supongo que debo estar como una cabra para decirle estas cosas a una psiquiatra blanca.

−       ¿Crees que psiquiatras negros diagnostican las enfermedades mentales siguiendo distintas pautas?

−       Probablemente no.

−       Esa voz, ¿está dentro de tu cabeza o fuera?

−       Ya te dije que fuera. Y no, no me la estoy imaginando.

−       No he dicho que te la estés imaginando.

−       ¿Cuándo oíste la voz por primera vez?

−       La oí una vez cuando era pequeño, justo después de morir mi padre, y me dijo que cuidase de mi madre y mis hermanos. Y después, hace unos meses.

−       ¿Usas drogas?

−       Nunca las he tocado. No estoy bajo la influencia, o ido. – Dijo bruscamente.

−       Tengo que preguntarte este tipo de cosas.

−       Lo sé. Perdona.

Gracia por leer. Por favor, dejad comentario, y compartid.

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Hi all:

Thinking about my writing and particularly with the publishing of my new YA novella Twin Evils? I’ve noticed I’ve talked a fair bit about The Man Who Never Was and more recently I’ve launched Twin Evils? but I never talked much about my series: Escaping Psychiatry. It came out just before Christmas and with the hustle and bustle of Christmas and one thing and another, other than showing you the covers and links, I’ve not brought it to anybody’s attention much.

I thought maybe it was time to do something about. Escaping Psychiatry is a series of 3 novellas (Cannon Fodder, Teamwork and Memory) all linked by the same main character, Mary, a psychiatrist and writer (like me) who in each one of the novellas gets involved in a case (sometimes more personally than others) and has to work through sometimes not only the patients’ issues but also her own.

I’ve decided to offer you the description and a sample of each one of the novellas and see if you find them interesting. I also have an epilogue that have not published, but in time I might decide to publish the three together in a volume, depending on the response. I’d really appreciate your comments. And share if you find it interesting.

Cannon Fodder

In ‘Cannon Fodder’, Phil, a lawyer who is good friends with Mary asks
her to provide a report on one of his clients, a young African-American
man called Cain White. Cain is a very religious man and has been accused
of inciting a riot at a religious meeting. Although his actions have
never been violent, some people find the content of his speech
inflammatory and disturbing. He not only says he can hear God’s voice,
but also he insists that God is black and his appears to be a Black
Nationalist message. Is Cain insane, deluded, misguided, looking for
media-attention, or a Saint? To find an answer to these questions Mary
talks to his family and friends. Although she concludes he is sane, some
very damaging revelations about his family life, beliefs and local
attitudes result from Mary’s investigation. Who is a saint and who is a
sinner is a matter for debate. The more Mary gets involved in the lives
of Cain and those close to him the more she realises how damaging
secrets are.
Cannon Fodder contains damaging family secrets, court
procedures, psychological insights, discussions around morality and
religion, sin and ultimately redemption. This novella offers you an
emotionally affecting and challenging read in a small package. It is
well worth the time and investment.

Extract from Cannon Fodder

“I’m only me, Cain White, a fairly normal boy.”

“Do you think fairly normal boys say they can hear God?”

“I don’t know any who say that, but that’s probably because they can’t hear him. But I do.”

“Do you hear his voice as you hear me? Is it a voice outside your head?”

“It’s difficult to explain. It isn’t a voice like anything I’ve ever heard before. It isn’t a man or a woman, it’s God.”

“How do you know?”

“Because the voice says so. And I believe it.”

“Does it talk to you or does it talk about you or others?”

“It talks to me.”

“Does it call your name?”

“Yes…It says something like: “Cain, listen. There’s something I want you to tell the others. Tell them they must love themselves. Tell them they are beautiful.””

“Who are the others?”

Black people.”

“You mean God is talking to the black people through you.”

“I mean God is black.”

Mary had to bite her lip not to smile. Cain wouldn’t stand a chance if the judge were white.

“You don’t believe me.”

Mary looked at him straight in the eyes.

“I’m not trying to determine if God is black or white or any other colour. “

“You only want to know if I am mad. I guess I must be a raving lunatic to say things like that to a white psychiatrist.”

“Do you think black psychiatrists have different criteria for diagnosing madness?”

“Probably not.”

“This voice, is it inside you head or outside?”

“Outside. I’m not imagining it.”

“I didn’t say you were. Do you hear it at any particular time of the day or in a particular place?”

“No. It comes to me any time, any place.”

“When was the first time you heard that voice?”

“I heard it once as a child, just after my father died, telling me that I should look after my mother and siblings. And then, a few months ago. First I thought I was tired and I was hallucinating. But I had to accept it. It was God.”

“Are you taking drugs?”

“I don’t touch the stuff. I’m not off my head or anything like that.” he said in a brisk manner.

“I must ask this type of questions.”

“OK.”

Teamwork

In ‘Teamwork’ Captain Tom McLeod, from the San Francisco Police
Department, invites Mary for a meal at home with his wife. When she
meets their other guest, a young detective called Justin, she quickly
realises there is an agenda well beyond a friendly meal. Justin’s
partner, mentor and father figure, Sgt. David Leaman, was killed a
couple of months earlier during a routine investigation. Justin
witnessed the event but he insists in going back to work and refusing
any therapy or counselling. Tom and others at the department are
concerned about his mental state but have failed to convince him to
accept professional help. Both Mary and Justin are reluctant to engage
in the ambush informal consultation organised, but eventually decide to
give it a try. At first sight it appears to be a straight forward case
of unresolved grief, but things aren’t as clear-cut as they appear and
Mary ends up getting too personally involved with the case, to the
detriment of her professional objectivity. Who is the expert in matters
of the heart and soul?
‘Teamwork’ combines police procedural/crime
thriller format with psychological exploration of characters’ insights
and motivations. Despite its length this novella will have you enthused
and guessing from beginning to end.

Fragment from Teamwork

“Hi Phil. How are you?”

“I’m fine. I was a bit concerned. Tom phoned me saying that you’d disappeared and he was trying to contact you. About that guy…whatever his name is, one of his men you’ve been seeing. He wants him back working for him and he’d been phoning you with no reply.”

“Justin.”

“Yes. Justin. What’s the problem?”

“What is not the problem would be a better question. This guy is the young man I told you about.”

“The guy whose partner had died, but who was like a father to him.”

“Exactly. You were listening to me.”

“I always do. The young attractive guy.”

“Yes.”

“Do you fancy him?”

Mary went quiet. Phil waited and finally said.

“So you fancy him.”

“He told me he liked me. One night we went out to meet his mates from work, he got drunk, Tom drove us back, and Justin kissed me. Then he told me he liked me, and what was wrong with that, and…”

“You gave him your usual blah, blah about transference, vulnerability…Maybe at some point you should believe that somebody can like you for yourself, and not only because you’re a psychiatrist.”

“Fair enough comment if it wasn’t because in most cases it’s only my patients who seem to fancy me.”

“Oh, please, Mary, come on…Give a guy a chance, eh? If you don’t want a relationship, don’t blame guys for it. And I know what you’ll say. Mea culpa. I don’t want a relationship either. Does that disqualify me from giving you advice?”

Mary sighed and Phil continued.

“So you ran away from him.”

“No, Mr. Know-it-all. I didn’t. I told him that if he felt that way I couldn’t carry on working with him, and he said that he’d try and keep a lid on it. But, apart from all this, there’s something rather weird going on. Justin had told me that Lea, David Leaman’s wife, the dead policeman I mean, was a few years younger than him and he’d left her well covered with his insurance policy. Three days ago they had his memorial and Tom asked me if I’d like to go with Maureen and him. Justin had never mentioned it to me. Once there, I discovered that Lea was much younger than Dave, at least 20 years, if not more. She is in effect quite a few years younger than you and me, and only 4 or 5 years older than Justin himself.”

“And?”

“Why did he lie? One of the other policemen made a strange comment that I can’t quite work out, but seems to insinuate that there is something between Justin and Lea. I don’t know what to make of it, but it all seems a bit fishy.”

“Didn’t you talk to the guy? Justin, I mean.”

“I bumped onto him as I was leaving the chapel and he accused me of going there behind his back, told me he needed some space…”

Memory

In the third novella, ‘Memory’, Mary runs out of her apartment after a
difficult encounter with her friend Phil, and goes missing. When she is
found it seems that she was hit in the head, abducted and raped. As a
result of the head injury she initially cannot recall what happened or
remember many details of her life. She never recovers memory for the
assault and finds it difficult to come to terms with something she
cannot recall. Her relationships and her whole life are left in turmoil
following the traumatic incident. The clues point towards a serial
killer who could not finish his job in her case. But some things do not
fit in. Who disturbed the killer? Why was she left there? The crime and
the investigation surrounding it have a profound impact on Mary who
decides that she needs to reconsider her life and start anew.
Exploring issues such as mental illness, memory, police investigation, trauma,
serial killers and life as a single professional woman, ‘Memory’ is an
intense and intriguing novella.

Fragment from Memory

At times when he felt well, he was grateful to Mary for helping him and making him accept his illness. When he was a bit high he resented her for it and blamed her. About a week earlier Phil had done something he hoped would have no negative consequences. He had a very important case to represent in court and he was feeling quite tired. He decided not to take his mood stabiliser for a couple of days. The surge of energy served him well in court, but made him irritable and impulsive. After winning the case, he decided to take a drive and go to see Mary on his days off. She was working as a locum in a private psychiatric intensive care unit upstate and it took him less than an hour to get there. The hospital was renting her a small studio-flat and he went directly there. She wasn’t at home when he arrived and he sat in his car for about half an hour, waiting. She arrived carrying some shopping bags and while she looked for her keys he came out of the car. He’d been replaying what happened next in his head over and over again since.

If you’ve liked  what you’ve read, please click the links!

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As always THANK YOU FOR READING! And feel free to leave COMMENTS. And Friday guest author Eduardo Perellón.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! This week is the last on the series of specially selected posts and today I have two posts. One is the very well received post in English and Portuguese sharing one of my friend Susana Araujo’s poems. The post in Spanish is another guest post introducing the work of my friend and fellow Indie author Manuela Herrero Palomar. And Friday: guest author Barbara Phinney.

I met Susana Araújo when we were both working on our PhDs at the University of Sussex. She was working on the short stories of Joyce Carol Oates and I was writing about the films of David Mamet. We shared our joys and frustrations, taught the same courses on film, and noticed how both of our authors were very prolific and it was difficult to keep ahead of them (when you thought you had finished, they published something else and/or made another film!). We also were both legal aliens in the UK, Susana from Portugal and I from Spain and we had lovely conversations about what gets lost in translation, the weather, Brighton…Yes, we liked to chat (we still do).We both used to write too and would talk and comment on our writing.

My friend is back home in Portugal and a lecturer in Lisbon. When we re-established contact again (it’s amazing who quickly time can go!) and I was telling her about my book she send me her collection of poems. Dívida Soberana. The first two parts are exclusively in Portuguese but the third one about ‘Global Warming’ contains poems in both Portuguese and English. I’m including here the first of them, that like all in the series, are not only beautiful but critical and throw a few punches.

I’m very please to host her work in my blog. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and it makes you think, that is what Susana wants.

PROGRAMA DE ESTABILIDADE E CRESCIMENTO

Tu vacilas, não queres ouvir e eu

não vou ter contigo a meio caminho

deposta, abandonada e irrisória

a ponte de ferro quebra-se

assim que o FMI avança

Um casal ainda criança

já refinancia

os seus juros

Não há compensação

para quem sonha severamente

enquanto espera pelo autocarro

durante o horário de Inverno

Vê agora, lá fora: uma

família que forja falsetes

tenta agarrar-se à rede,

frívolos esforços em que

os nossos filhos falham

O estímulo ao investimento

de iniciativa privada promove

a utilização proveitosa dos nossos

recursos: como esta faca de cozinha

que avança para nós com serrilha, sorrindo

combinação certeira entre a ergonomia

o melhor design e a qualidade

Todas as domésticas suturas serão

submetidas a uma rigorosa

análise de sensibilidade

Dorme bem, meu amor e

deixa a manhã reestruturar

a nossa dívida.

PROGRAM FOR STABILITY AND GROWTH

I will not meet you, halfway

teetering, you will not listen

deposed, derelict and derisory

the iron bridge breaks as

the IMF rides in

A couple aghast

refinancing

its bounds

The test was trust it hurt

because I needed you

so

There is no compensation for

dreaming hard as winter hours

See outside: a family of falsettos on tricottine

facetious, our children fail

Official incentive to private investment

promotes the profitable use of resources

like this kitchen knife that moves toward us

with serration which trims down and back, smiling

the right combination between ergonomics

quality and design

Domestic sutures should be submitted

To severe sensitivity analysis

Sleep tight my love and

let the morning restructure

our debt.

Check www.amariposa.net to order some copies.

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As usual I’m leaving you with a reminder of my novel and series of novellas:

‘The Man Who Never Was’

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009TWRT22

And don’t forget my new series of novellas, Escaping Psychiatry about a psychiatrist and writer and her adventures.

‘Cannon Fodder’ (Escaping Psychiatry part 1)

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‘Teamwork’ (Escaping Psychiatry part 2)

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And ‘Memory’ (Escaping Psychiatry Part 3)

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Thank you for reading!

I met Susana Araújo when we were both working on our PhDs at the University of Sussex. She was working on the short stories of Joyce Carol Oates and I was writing about the films of David Mamet. We shared our joys and frustrations, taught the same courses on film, and noticed how both of our authors were very prolific and it was difficult to keep ahead of them (when you thought you had finished, they published something else and/or made another film!). We also were both legal aliens in the UK, Susana from Portugal and I from Spain and we had lovely conversations about what gets lost in translation, the weather, Brighton…Yes, we liked to chat (we still do).We both used to write too and would talk and comment on our writing.

My friend is back home in Portugal and a lecturer in Lisbon. When we re-established contact again (it’s amazing who quickly time can go!) and I was telling her about my book she send me her collection of poems. Dívida Soberana. The first two parts are exclusively in Portuguese but the third one about ‘Global Warming’ contains poems in both Portuguese and English. I’m including here the first of them, that like all in the series, are not only beautiful but critical and throw a few punches.

I’m very please to host her work in my blog. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and it makes you think, that is what Susana wants.

PROGRAMA DE ESTABILIDADE E CRESCIMENTO

Tu vacilas, não queres ouvir e eu

não vou ter contigo a meio caminho

deposta, abandonada e irrisória

a ponte de ferro quebra-se

assim que o FMI avança

Um casal ainda criança

já refinancia

os seus juros

Não há compensação

para quem sonha severamente

enquanto espera pelo autocarro

durante o horário de Inverno

Vê agora, lá fora: uma

família que forja falsetes

tenta agarrar-se à rede,

frívolos esforços em que

os nossos filhos falham

O estímulo ao investimento

de iniciativa privada promove

a utilização proveitosa dos nossos

recursos: como esta faca de cozinha

que avança para nós com serrilha, sorrindo

combinação certeira entre a ergonomia

o melhor design e a qualidade

Todas as domésticas suturas serão

submetidas a uma rigorosa

análise de sensibilidade

Dorme bem, meu amor e

deixa a manhã reestruturar

a nossa dívida.

PROGRAM FOR STABILITY AND GROWTH

I will not meet you, halfway

teetering, you will not listen

deposed, derelict and derisory

the iron bridge breaks as

the IMF rides in

A couple aghast

refinancing

its bounds

The test was trust it hurt

because I needed you

so

There is no compensation for

dreaming hard as winter hours

See outside: a family of falsettos on tricottine

facetious, our children fail

Official incentive to private investment

promotes the profitable use of resources

like this kitchen knife that moves toward us

with serration which trims down and back, smiling

the right combination between ergonomics

quality and design

Domestic sutures should be submitted

To severe sensitivity analysis

Sleep tight my love and

let the morning restructure

our debt.

Check www.amariposa.net to order some copies.

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And I know you are expecting ANNOUNCEMENTS. And today there are many…On Friday, the last guest post for the year, wonderful author Barbara Phinney tells her about…well, read it and you’ll see!

During the holidays I intend to create one or two posts a week (my parents are coming for a visit so this might have to be flexible) with the best in the series, both of posts by characters in ‘The Man Who Never Was’ and especially by my wonderful and talented guest authors.

As I’ve been promising, I published my three novellas in the series ‘Escaping Psychiatry’ last weekend. They are all linked through the main character, Mary, who is a psychiatrist/writer who wishes to make a living by writing but keeps getting involved in a number of cases through her expertise in psychiatry.

‘Cannon Fodder’ (Escaping Psychiatry 1) is FREE TO DOWNLOAD THIS WEEKEND (14th to 16th December inclusive).

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‘Teamwork’ (Escaping Psychiatry 2)

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And ‘Memory’ (Escaping Psychiatry 3)

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AKWVRCS

And, I couldn’t leave you without reminding that ‘The Man Who Never Was’ is also available here:

Mancover(EnAmaz)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009TWRT22

AND DON’T FORGET THE FREE GIVEAWAY FOR CANNON FODDER

Thanks for reading and many thanks to Susana for her poetry and sharing it with us.

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