Friday, June 13, 2014

Kathy Page featured on Storyville App

“The Kissing Disease”  by Kathy Page is this week's Storyville App story of the week.  Storyville was launched in 2011 and has received acclaim for its curatorial vision; each week the app features a new story from the best story collections published by commercial and independent presses alike. Kathy Page had this to say about the genesis of her remarkable story:
Well, who doesn’t like to kiss?  I’ll admit it cheers me to see other people kissing, too. At high school we called mono the kissing disease, but when I wrote this story I was thinking more of HIV/AIDS. That pandemic surfaced during my twenties. Everyone lost someone. There was a before, and an ongoing after.  It was terrible time, but there were eventually some positive consequences: increased honesty and more open public discourse about sex, for example. It was that aspect, the silver lining, that I had in mind.
The story begins with Gary arguing with the radio.  My roots are in England, and for decades BBC Radio 4 was the background to my life.  No ads, little music, just wonderful voices.  Between the drama, poetry and news, panels of experts and pundits would discuss in intricate (sometimes exhaustive) detail the controversies of the day.  My family and I frequently joined in and I still sometimes listen online. Gary’s position as the story opens is so vehement that it implies  his eventual willingness to enjoy what he thought repugnant. That’s the seed from which the story grew.
Men and masculinity interest me a great deal,  as does the way in which, generally speaking, we deal with otherness by separation, as if  it was contagious — which brings me right  back to disease.  Bodies — our relationship with them, the ways in which they may betray or overtake us or be dramatically transformed — are a preoccupation of mine.  One of the protagonists in my novel Alphabet is in transition between genders; The Find centres on a woman’s struggles with the onset of Huntington’s disease, and there lies yet another of my many preoccupations: identity.  How much can we change and still remain who we are? At what point do we become someone else?

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