As I mentioned previously, my story “Kidnapping with Margaret Thatcher” is now available in Rooster Republic Press‘s flagship bizarro anthology Tall Tales with Short Cocks vol. 4 (on kindle, the print edition should be coming soon). I’m not going to tell you about the story, you’ll have to buy the anthology for that, but I thought I’d explain a little about my deal with Margaret Thatcher.
My story isn’t really about Margaret Thatcher.
In truth, I don’t really know that much about Margaret Thatcher. I was aware most of the time she was in power, but I just didn’t know that much about her. Some people I know loved her, and some absolutely hated her. I heard she did some really important things, and some really horrible things as well. I just don’t know. As I said, I just didn’t study her work very closely.
However, her presence was something I couldn’t ignore as I was growing up. Good, bad, or indifferent, she was iconic. Her existence, or a conceptual construct shaped like her formed from the various media stories, pictures, and other ripples from her actual life, had an impact on my daily consciousness. Thus, when she died, I noticed.
But, though her passing seemed significant to me, my lack of understanding about her, her work, and her life left me unaware how to feel. I avoid celebrating anytime anyone dies, so I at least wasn’t celebrating. I wasn’t really mourning either, though…other than how I’m saddened by the death of anyone. It just seemed like a landmark event and I didn’t know what to do with it.
As such, I wrote a bizarro story titled “Kidnapping with Margaret Thatcher.” It isn’t really about Margaret Thatcher, more about how I interacted with the idea of her. It’s not a celebration of Thatcher, or a celebration she was gone either…more of a marking of the passing of an iconic figure who had some mix of good and evil, as I suppose most people do. I’ll not judge which was the predominant, as I don’t know enough to judge.