April 27, 2007


Leora Skolkin-Smith


This was a great presentation, thanks. I would have given anything to be back in New York to hear the Town Hall meetings readings so I really appreciate your notes.

I had to stay in LA for the LA Times Book Festival which seems to have left feelings fairly depressed about the state of things in books (in contrast the LA Festvial very celebrity-soaked and mostly for big publishers) so this was cheering.

All best,

Leora Skolkin-Smith

Coll B. Lue

I like the quote for your logline,
'On the obligations to "truth" and "facts" when writing fiction dealing with historical events.'

For truth and facts relate to normal everyday life too in either small or huge doses and it can affect even close friends such as one writer friend of mine who also happens to be talentd and who has been at the end of a warring match simply because of untruths and propapanda spread to defame his good name.

Hence 'History and the Truth of Fiction' has a more personal meaning for me which makes this event even more interesting for me to follow and comment on. For, for me, when truth is distorted it borders on hypocrisy which can only be a negative point even in Fiction for fiction works well if it is based on reality so as to allow the reader to experience 'truth' in writing.

To further my point, this writer friend has gone through enormous pressure in dealing with the way some readers and so-called friends have tried so hard to slander his good name on a website for professional musicians and writers to interact amicably and professionally.

Truth in Fiction has to prevail in our lives as well otherwise some can become overtly arrogant in their actions and propaganda.

Let's not face another war.

Coll B. Lue

And besides, if we cannot state hard facts and truths in Historical works and Fiction in general, we cannot be truthful to ourselves.

Through literary events such as this, I believe Literary and Historical works can still hold important factual details we are obliged to heed.

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