…And continuing with our discussion of the rather more obscure writers of the first half of the twenty-first century, we shall devote a few moments to Aquilus. His real name is now lost, if not exactly in the mists of antiquity, then at least in the fog of obscurity.
Aquilus was a product of the middle class in the post-colonial, liberal, global society from whence he came. He was an Indian, however, he wrote in English, and most of his literary influences can be traced to twentieth century European and American literature, as can many of his cultural references. He is generally, if apocryphally, held to be a medical doctor, who wrote part time. It is a fact, however, that many of his writings are set against the backdrop of poverty, disease, and a prevailing ambience of apathy.
Like many of his contemporaries, Aquilus was a man who had no sense of belonging to the society that shaped him. He wavered uncertainly between two sets of societal mores. He spent a large part of his life away from the country of his birth, but always felt estranged from the people of the country that he adopted. Many of his writings mirror that sense of rootlessness. Again, like the fairly typical specimen of the writers of his time that he is, he spent a lot of his time trying to write the definitive coming-of-age story that would establish his career as a writer. It is difficult to ascribe his works to a specific genre, seeing as how he wrote poetry, science fiction, and fantasy, in addition to his attempts to portray real life.
There are those who consider his writing to be an honest attempt at describing his particular niche of the underbelly of his period, though uncharitable critics have described his style as ‘derivative’ and ‘hackneyed’. As to whether he succeeded in writing the book that he himself described as his ‘elusive opus’ most authorities are undecided, although there are those who consider his…
Thursday, April 12
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hey, you know, i have this coming of age story all worked out in my mind. With characters being sewn up shadows of people i've met and i'd wish to meet. It's all in there. But it refuses to come out in a decent respectable shape. khek khek.
aquilus, another thing, do away with this word verification, will ya? :) it drives me nuts.
and check my blog. i have a proposition for you people.
....uhm, Professor?
yes?
Can you please go a little slow? I'm taking notes. Actually Aquilus happens to be one of my favourite authors of early 21st century diaspora fiction. And I'm planning to write next month's term paper on the narratorial voice in his last work "-----".
Ah, i see. Good choice, I'd say. I'm quite a fan too......
I prefer to think of you as first-blog-that-i-check's-writer.
So there. :D
@ agarwaen: thats the beef I have too! Wouldnt it be wonderful if the stories would just flow off your brain onto paper? and ok. and ok.
:)
@J: "-did you read the dedication to his muse at the beginning of all his books?"
@ Sen: awwww. I am? awww.
:)
wat fun.
aquilus is one whose blog is opened whenever blogs are opened.
and he is fellow-partner in love for story narrating and pride at doing it well.
word verification is really not nice.
ooooh! look what i found!
http://www.aquilus.net/
oh... but its boring.
http://www.aquilusphoto.com/
oh but this is cool
so was Aquilius a successful writer...that is, was he saleable??
@mercuryshadow: oh, all right. word verification comes off. and oh byes. loves them stories.
@ shunshine: haha!! good god! how'd you come accross them?
@ inihos: I wouldnt know. Most probably he wasnt, though. He was way too lazy to write anything of import... :)
google.
post!!
@shunshine: Oh. Of Course.
And btw, I know 'across' is spelt 'across'. :)
@div: I will, I will.
no.
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