Many readers can unknown the fact but before publishing Notre Dame de Paris, Victor Hugo did one of the first advertising campaigns of the History of Literature. In Paris, some ‘eminent’ people had the no ‘eminent’ idea of demolishing Notre Dame. You know, Enlightened times… liberty equality fraternity… and some kind of ideas of destroying the past and celebrating the present, also the present was stupid. Victor Hugo protested against Notre Dame demolition and he became a famous and eminent Paris citizen. Later, of course, he enjoyed the success of his novel.
But Mr Hugo wasn’t the first case in History. This time, I will talk about lies. Miguel de Cervantes was convicted in Algiers, everybody knows it… and one priest wrote an epic, fantastic, heroic biography about the great Miguel de Cervantes, the hero, the man! Years ago, not many, we finally know that priest never existed and it was the own Cervantes who wrote his own heroic biography. Who would do this better than the author himself?
In modern literature, we have many cases, not always blatant lies, not always lies at all… but always the same kind of history: authors talking about themselves to influence critics and readers. We must remember at this point the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa, a writer with different alter-egos writing ones about the others. The heteronyms were in fact a fiction over a fiction reflecting the cruelest reality of literary worlds: at last, you need to write but you need readers to get the final applause.
As author, I must confess I don’t have anything against it; I try to get readers and to promote my career. What’s wrong this? I work to be read and, I confess, I want to have even more readers than now (more or less, you and me: 2). Fiction, in the end, is a truncated lie
to get the final true, an inner un-beauty paradox to find the final beauty. Then the marvelous true of this liar work is, precisely, the true confession of the damned author: I am a writer and I am going to lie you. The only way I have to get my freedom is to lie so fine to get your smile and your feeling. I will make you smile and cry, I will make your heart to beat but, at last, you and I will share the secret: everything was a fake…
… And finally, reader and author will share the final lie: together they will find the fake eternity into those ethereal liar words. Wasn’t great that deception? If it wasn’t, the author might be hanged up.
**Written by Martin Cid http://www.martincid.com