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 ON WRITING HISTORICAL FICTION

 ON WRITING HISTORICAL FICTION

A Session with Leora Skolkin-Smith

Susan Sontag in her piece, “The Imagination of Disaster “ wrote, “Ours is an age of extremity. For we live under continual threat: of two equally fearful, but seemingly opposed, destinies: unremitting banality and inconceivable terror. It is fantasy, served out in large rations by the popular arts, which allows most people to cope with these twin specters. For one job that fantasy can do is to lift us out of the unbearably humdrum and to distract us from terrors, real or anticipated – by an escape into exotic dangerous situations. But, another one of the things that fantasy can do is to normalize what is psychologically unbearable, thereby inuring us to it. In the one case, fantasy beautifies the world. In the other, it neutralizes it.”

Though she was applying these ideas to science fiction, they can be equally applied to writing historical fiction. Historical fiction has often been used to describe books that stick only to actual events and facts, but for our purposes, and for the purposes involved in writing my novel Edges, I intend the term to mean fiction (fantasy) that is based on real history used as a background for pure fiction. How imagination uses real history to fictionalize, that is, to make into imaginary incidents and characters times that are known as “eras” can be fascinating. Edges was grounded in the history of Israel and Palestine during the Cold War. All of the background took hard work and much research and it was firmly rooted in the actual factual existence of a country – Israel – just beginning to modernize during the Cold War era. This was also a time when the new Israel was faced with a divided Jerusalem in which border countries were “enemies,” intent on de-stabilizing and perhaps destroying the nation. Similarly, the new country of Israel was motivated to dismantle centuries-old Arab civilizations, its communities of Palestinians. Terrorism and what we know as the Middle East loom in our collective minds as terrifying, ineffable. Daily reports of their bloody skirmishes and bombings invade our American consciousness with little relief. I wrote Edges because my Jewish mother was born in Jerusalem in the 1920s in Palestine, before the state of Israel was formed. My grandparents and great-grandparents, Jews, were also born in the ancient city of Jerusalem. I had an unusual access to stories about Israel and Palestine before the current bloodbaths scourged the landscape.

The news about Israel and the war there was constant throughout my lifetime, but after the first Infatida in the 1980s, bombings and death were graphically shown on TV in monotonous, bloody, relentless, and repeated reportage. Because the American short story writer Grace Paley (widely read for her famous short stories about women’s lives in New York, and then the “Poet of New York”) was “political,” and involved in activism and the antiwar politics beginning in the Vietnam Era, Israel began to gain prominence in her own writing life. Being close to her from early days as a student at Sarah Lawrence I phoned her daily, telling her stories of old Jerusalem, sharing the intimate scenes of sitting around the dinner table in 1963, in an earlier Jerusalem when my mother took me there to visit as a child. These stories seemed to illuminate a forgotten Jerusalem, not so besieged and terrifying.

On September 11th, 1991, Grace Paley wrote on my behalf to the United Nations. Through her support, I was able to meet and interview the UN Mandate representative of Palestine. From there, the chaotic birth of this novel began.

Edges is historical fiction, or “fantasy” in the way that Sontag describes “fantasy.” As such, it was written to transport the reader into exotic landscapes (in this case the Middle East), to make those war-torn, news-heavy regions “beautiful” and, at the same time, to neutralize the feeling of terror that the constant images on TV of terrorism and retaliation engendered. The reader is given a form of relief, you could say, from the horror of a war told in headlines and TV images, involving the ever-present threat of “terrorism.” By instead sharing the stories of real people and their first-person narratives as all historical fiction, though based on a real place and time, it was a “fictional” telling. The characters are based on real people, and the setting is a real city. The background events of the Cold War and early Israel are factual, as m