May 22, 2013
Some time ago, I came to grips with the realization that I am a writer, not an author. There is nothing wrong with being a writer, and during the time I’ve been doing Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride I’ve made the ac...
May 22, 2013
Some time ago, I came to grips with the realization that I am a writer, not an author. There is nothing wrong with being a writer, and during the time I’ve been doing Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride I’ve made the acquaintance of many fine and successful writers, many of whom I admire greatly. But authors? I’ve met far fewer, and generally less successful. The jump from writer to author (and in fact the jump before that, from writer to Writer- writers know what I mean) is somewhere in the neighborhood of Evel Knievel-level difficulty.
Enter T.E. Stazyk. Author.
You may recognize his name from the comments he is gracious enough to occasionally post here from time to time. But you may not know (you would if you read his blog) that he lives in New Zealand, where he owns a farm, and before that lived in Japan, and originally hails from The United States.
But why listen to me?
I have always been interested in books and literature and writing and in fact, I started off as an English major in college as I wanted to teach English literature. But it wasn’t long before I realized that getting a job after college wouldn’t be too easy and that something a little more practical would be a good idea.
My father was an accountant and computer science was becoming big, so I switched courses and became and accounting and computer science major. On graduating I started working with an accounting firm but the idea of writing was always in the back of my mind.
After almost 30 years in the auditing profession, I decided it was time to do something else and to do something about my writing ambitions so I took early retirement. We were living in Japan at that time and as my wife is from New Zealand we decided to move to NZ.
In 2001 we moved to Auckland and I enrolled at the University of Auckland. I did a Masters degree in English Literature and then continued my studies with additional courses in Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Polish and Russian literature.
I had a short story published in 2002 and over the years have written several stories and two other (as yet unpublished) novels.
I think that is a story right there, but what he wrote was a work of fiction, albeit one that seems all too real.
It makes for a great B-grade science fiction movie. A giant, nameless, faceless organism comes to Earth and begins to multiply. Nothing can stop its inexorable growth and prevent it from achieving its goal of world domination. Not only that, its job is made a lot easier because of some sort of mind control mechanism that makes people want to feed its growth and help it take over.
In the hands of a writer like me, the plot would be exactly that, a B-grade sci-fi tale that would appeal to me and a couple of others. But in the hands of an author like T. E. Stazyk it is something more.
Actually, it’s not science fiction. It is a simplified description of the mechanism of global capitalism since the 1980s.
Growth became the measure of success. It became the end rather than the means. It didn’t matter if a company sold a lousy product; or an unsafe one, or destroyed valuable resources or exploited local populations in making its products. As long as it did more of whatever it was doing it was considered good.
Whether from the expectation that they have to behave a certain way in order to succeed, or whether they have to behave as if they have succeeded, the world became populated by people who have created an identity that they want to present to the outside world.
But a lot of other people got in trouble. Usually the innocent bystanders who had pensions and 401(k)s and things like that which got wiped out when the stock market realized what was going on.
Interested? Sound good? I hope so, but don’t let me sway you, let Kirkus Reviews do it for me.
By T.E. Stazyk (Author)
A management consultant jousts with the loonier aspects of American capitalism in Stazyk’s canny debut