LESLIE TATE – MY IMAGINARY AUTOBIOGRAPHY

‘And the task of writing is to hang on tight, like Menelaus, till the god gives up, stops trying to throw his rider, and becomes his true self.’

Mask dating from the 4th/3rd century BC, Stoà of Attalos Museum, Athens.

In my imaginary autobiography I’m sneaking between fences along an overgrown passageway between 50s suburban back gardens. I’m shaky inside as I step around orange fungi and fat-bodied spiders while poking sticks into webs. Part of me is watchful, an undercover agent observing neighbours through gaps in the fence, and part of me is hot and sweaty, sniffing out a trail.

In another scene I’m by the house with an old wooden chair that I’ve been told to break up. It’s my chance to let it have it, full force. The chair’s in my power, so I twist and wrench it, exercising my will. There’s a beast inside me, a smasher and basher who does what he likes and enjoys what he can do.

At other times in the story I’m a ghost and I walk through walls. This allows me to live in unseen worlds, overhearing chatter in houses and listening in to talk in school playgrounds. I can tune in to friends as they speak and be there with the neighbours at any time of day. I can even enter the heads of strangers, living their lives as an unseen watcher…

mr bloghop croppedFor years I was planning my imaginary autobiography. I wanted to find words for the baroque and the surreal hidden inside suburban living, the prisoner at the window, the digger of tunnels and the boy who could soar and turn cartwheels over roofs. But my crazy memories didn’t transfer well to paper. They were states of being rather than anecdotes, they didn’t build or develop, and they were too absurd to appear in a conventional autobiography. I needed entertaining incidents that went somewhere and what I had was a collection of static tableaux.

I think of them now as defences. As an only child I was a lonely, over-protected boy who lacked confidence. There was a space around me, an absence of love or relatedness, and the fantasies were an outlet for my pent-up feelings. I was also sneaky. I thought people would laugh if they read about my ‘real’ thoughts and I wanted to avoid the critical parental eye. So I made my words tediously elaborate, straining for effect, or crafted low-key indirect ‘poetic’ versions of MY LIFE – but neither rang true. It’s hard to write about essence or deep subjectivity and, linguistically, the subject I’d chosen was as impossibly silly as my dreams of walking tightropes or scaling cliffs.

What I also didn’t realise was how much editing any written piece requires and how an esoteric subject demands even more work.

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The shape-changing sea god, Proteus by Andrea Alciato
If it was ever going to exist, my Imaginary Autobiography would begin by describing the Odyssean journey of a pink-faced child being wheeled in a pram down a N. London street. The houses are islands and the street’s a sea, turning into ocean when we reach the shops. Feeling the wind striking through flesh, the child becomes a schoolboy running , deer-like across open fields, transforming into a fox jumping a ditch. There are flames close behind, licking at his back. The boy, or animal, reaches sand and a long, curving, seascape where he walks with his father exploring continents and changing, as the sun goes down, into a seal playing in water…

The film cuts suddenly to a suburban bedroom where I’m lying awake in bed making seal-like noises. Awru, awru I bark, flapping my hands, till my father bursts in, ordering me to sleep. At that point the waves rise up and the film ends. Next morning I’m absent, flown in spirit from my body, while the person I imitate eats breakfast, gets washed and dressed and walks out into the garden to hide behind fences.

Tragic Comic Masks Hadrian’s Villa mosaic.

Looking back at that child and at what I’ve written, I think the presiding spirit of my Imaginary Autobiography is Proteus, the sea god, who changes into something different every time his questioner tries to grasp him. These shape-changing transformations, which Pessoa called heteronymity, resemble the masks of Comedy and Tragedy at a Greek drama. And the task of writing is to hang on tight, like Menelaus, till the god gives up, stops trying to throw his rider, and becomes his true self.

These words are the result.

ABOUT LESLIE TATE’S BOOKS:

  1. front-cover-heavens-rageHeaven’s Rage is a memoir and a collection of lyrical essays. In brief: ‘Heaven’s Rage is an imaginative autobiography. Reporting on feelings people don’t usually own up to, Leslie Tate explores addiction, cross-dressing and the hidden sides of families. Writing lyrically, he brings together stories of bullying, childhood dreams, thwarted creativity and late-life illness, discovering at their core the transformative power of words to rewire the brain and reconnect with life. “A Robin Red breast in a Cage / Puts all Heaven in a Rage” – William Blake. You can read more about/buy Heaven’s Rage here.
  2. front_300Purple is a coming-of-age novel, a portrait of modern love and a family saga. Set in the North of England, it follows the story of shy ingénue Matthew Lavender living through the wildness of the 60s and his grandmother Mary, born into a traditional working-class family. Both are innocents who have to learn more about long-term love and commitment, earning their independence through a series of revealing and closely-observed relationships. Purple is the first part of the Lavender Blues trilogy. You can read more about/buy Purple here.
  3. front180Blue tells the story of Richard and Vanessa Lavender, who join a 90s feminist collective sharing childcare, political activism and open relationships. Boosted by their ‘wider network’ they take secondary partners, throw parties and observe the dance of relationships amongst their friends. But finding a balance between power and restraint, and handling shared love, proves difficult… Blue is the second part of the Lavender Blues trilogy. You can read more about/buy Blue here.

15 thoughts on “LESLIE TATE – MY IMAGINARY AUTOBIOGRAPHY”

  1. Leslie, I so enjoyed this sweet, revealing peek into your life, your mind, your soul … “I wanted to find words for the baroque and the surreal hidden inside suburban living, the prisoner at the window, the digger of tunnels and the boy who could soar and turn cartwheels over roofs.” I agree, writing about deep subjectivity is probably harder, but it’s so satisfying, isn’t it?

  2. What a lovely journey. I don’t know if I can agree with you that nothing happens…as it seems so much happens to this child in this just bit of a reveal. What a wondrous children’s book this would make, and what brilliant illustrations! I truly hope you, at some point return to this original seed. I believe it is worth sowing.

    1. Ah, thanks so much, Leigh. I was grappling with the paradox that there is no conventional narrative development (plot + characters + twists). Actually, time stands still. But, of course, it’s the eye of the hurricane and paradoxically in your words ‘so much happens’. It’s part of a number of blogs on childhood and the series, together with new material, is going to be published as Lyrical Essays by TSL. Thank you again.

  3. Wonderful read, Leslie!
    And what astounds me is that there are so many similarities! Proteus, being the God of Change he is, even sneaked into my novel . . . What would the world be without the good old Greeks???

  4. Hey Leslie, I think a shapeshifting protagonist is a great idea. If you could work it into an autobiography that would be really interesting. This was a very inspirational post. Thanks!

  5. Hello Leslie,

    Thank you for this lovely poetic contribution to the blog hop. It reminds me of my childhood.

    I look forward to your contributions to the Magic Realism Books Facebook group. BTW there is a private writer’s group too, let me know if you want to join. I have just shared something Jungian over there.

  6. Seems like we’re only really alive, as kids, when we’re fantasizing about being someone or something else. And I guess that’s true for a lot of adults, too. 🙂

    Great post, Leslie!

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