Literature: Sometimes it’s a Real Motherfucker

PMYesterday I was on Facebook, which I really need to start avoiding, and I came across a post by Alec Cizak, the editor of Pulp Modern. I found it entertaining and decided to spew forth my meaningless opinion on the subject of that post to the world, mainly to have fun, but also because the attitude of the subject matter pissed me off.

Alec has a new story up at Beat To A Pulp called The Ralph’s On Third And Vermont. It’s a good story. You will find the link to it at the bottom of this post. Apparently Alec got word that a certain reader took offense to his rather prolific use of “Motherfucker.” Now I don’t know if Alec engaged in conversation with this guy or if it was all second hand information. I also don’t know who the gentleman is, but I did find his criticism of Alec’s story somewhat ridiculous. Here is the quote that Alec posted and to which I had such a strong reaction.

“I read five ‘motherfuckers’ in one story and that was too much. Your “Work” is of no value to literature whatsoever with language that makes you sound like some homeless, illiterate. I’m not interested in your ‘work.’ It isn’t ‘Work.’ It’s ghetto language. It doesn’t make you sound gritty or tough. It makes you sound illiterate. Offer me something that has some literate value and I’ll read it. Then, maybe I’ll alter my opinion. And change your picture. You look like you live in a cardboard box.

Pretty fucking wow, right? I don’t even know where to begin with this. I mean, Alec might look like he lives in a cardboard box, but I would never tell him that to his face. That’s just mean. It makes me want to offer up a sniffle or two at Alec might be feeling right now. I’ve never told Alec that he looks like a homeless man because I read an article on Facebook or somewhere that said the lumberjack scruffy look was in, so I just assumed that Alec was fashionably ahead of his time. So anyway, Alec if you ever need someone to listen because people are being mean to you, I’m available. You have my number.

Okay, so the real issue here is that the individual who wrote the above quote has a problem with the word Motherfucker. Apparently Motherfucker has no literary value. You know what, maybe so, but who fucking cares. I don’t care if any of my own stories have “literary value.” I just want to write a story people might like to read. What is “literary value” anyway? Isn’t literature in a constant state of change? Isn’t it evolving all the time? Isn’t that what is cool about the arts in general, that expression is always different from person to person? I wonder when the work “fuck” first appeared in serious “literature.” If anyone knows that, please drop me a line. I’d really like to have that little piece of trivia. I know it wasn’t the Bronte sisters, but aside from Victorian lit, I’m not sure where that first f-bomb might appear.

Another thing that disturbed me was the fact that the gentleman doesn’t seem to be able to differentiate between the literacy level of the author and that of the fictional narrator. Maybe he just doesn’t like stories by homeless people…oops slip of the keyboard there Alec…I mean ABOUT homeless people. I’ve interacted with a fair amount of homeless people, and to my recollection none of them used the Queen’s English to communicate. Along the same lines, most criminals don’t talk like most of polite society. To many of them, at least the ones I’ve dealt with, “fuck” and “Motherfucker” are like fucking pronouns and shit. So any realistic story about these kinds of people might have a few indelicate verbiage choices tossed in.

Stephen King in his book On Writing wrote that when trying to tell a story it is imperative that the author should be honest. He also said that you can’t write successfully if you are constantly trying to not offend your grandmother. It just isn’t honest. It isn’t the truth. Should you use “Motherfucker” five times in one story? Is there a Motherfucker rule? I don’t know, maybe the dude who I’ve quoted above will drop in and school me on that particular literary statute. Of course, I would never abide by such a rule. Sometimes a story really needs a few good Motherfuckers, and some readers just can’t handle the truth.

No Alec Cizaks were harmed during the writing of this Motherfucker. If anyone is offended by any of the above material, they are free to drop me a line and let me know how much of an illiterate Motherfucker I am. Oh yeah…buy Pulp Modern. It’s a real badass Motherfucker

The Ralph’s On Third And Vermont

by Alec Cizak

http://www.beattoapulp.com/wz20150104-ac-theralphsonthirdandvermont.html

Pulp Modern

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_11?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=pulp+modern+8&sprefix=pulp+modern%2Cstripbooks%2C772

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