S.W. Laro

 

THE BLARNEY BOYS (A Hells Kitchen Tale)  by S.W. Laro.  Who is this man, William Bela Smith?

 

What happened to the great American gem of the literary novel, we long for? Do I think I've written two such books? Yes, I do. Classics? No. Timeless stories with emotional impact and iconic characters? Indeed, I have. Problem is, with so many avenues to sell and millions of sellers, buyers have no idea what is timeless. Time has been hijacked by ADHD and social media rules, that prevent the patience it takes to actually spend 'time' with a book. The definition of a cozy literary tale has changed to mean, 'can I just get to the goddamned ending please, I have an app to buy and porn to download!'

One has only to look at Broadway Theater today - where's the good ol' kitchen sink dramas? That slow reveal of family life the stage offers but t.v. and film don't. NY theater is a chaotic over priced mess of musicals and extravaganzas for tourists. Youth think all media must be a huge cabaret of sight and sound, movement and surprise and anything that doesn't streak across their eyeballs at lightspeed, just isn't worth the 'time.' Literature, has been affected by this as well.

Here we are again with the notion of Time. American has become a 'scape of vapid irrelevance insisting that fast food media IS all that matters. The lowest common denominator, sells best. If I can't swallow it in two seconds, then it must be bad. The shift must return to a slowing down of creative intake for the sake of quality and perhaps, timeless great tales. Since agents and publishers, managers etc are no longer in the biz of marketing writers, I must do so myself, like every other writer doing the same damn thing - shameless 'all about MY BOOK' promotion. 

I'd have an easier time, to a degree, selling genre books, serials, sequels/prequels on and on. The one off novel is hard to get through the industry. Would be like selling 'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest' today with an agent telling Kesey, 'can the indian come back to the asylum and break out the other nutbags Ken? Got a sequel, series of madhouse books...' you know what I mean. The great one off fiction has done the Dodo as I say - extinct? Maybe.

To ALL scribes in the swampy soup of book land, go write small one off tales and force the industry to bring those stories to market. The agenda today is a disappointing due to lack of courage and the desire to pluck the best fruit from the tree. It seems now, the weeds are where the plucking happens. So be it.

I'll stay with my two little books - DELCINA'S TREE & THE BLARNEY BOYS. Two one offs that I will spend the rest of my life trying to find readers for. To the industry of dolts who have given up the search for gems in order to sell hamburger, try again to discover what enticed you as a child to hold a book and actually take the time to read it end to end without caring about, Time. It's o.k. to go against the norm. Life must be about pushing back on the normal, for as I always say, 'Mediocrity, is the DEATH of Hope!'   Peace.   S.W. Laro