‘How’s your day been?’ Someone asks. ‘Very well,’ you reply with an unconvincing smile, knowing it’s been anything but that. It’s a lie we tell with ease… and we accept hearing it just the same.
It’s polite to reply with words than a grunt. It’s acceptable to answer civilly with a wrong answer than an diabolically honest one. No one really wants to know the truth besides, asking is merely an acknowledgment of existence anyway. Someone recognizes you and by answering you’re thanking them for taking the time to say something, anything, to you.
Lying is an important part of communication. It helps sustain relationships and entertains us. White lies created around things like: ‘How are you?’, Santa Claus, the answer to whether that dress makes you look fat – are woven comfortably into the tapestry of language.
There is another lie that snakes its way into conversation too.
Don’t get me wrong, silence isn’t always a reptilian of the forked kind, sometimes it is what it is, a nil-response with zero intention. Often it’s not. In fact, rarely it’s nothing because doing nothing is doing something. Abstaining from words is not just about silence, it’s about abstinence. Sitting on fences is not nothing either. It positions a sitter between viewpoints and assigns boundaries, one for each viewpoint and another for the fence sitter’s place on the fence. That is something. That is a several somethings. Only a fool would believe otherwise. But silence can be driven by the same love-lie designed to promote and reinforce relationships.
What matters is the intention behind a lie. How do you know intention?
You don’t. That’s what trust is for. Little white lies and those truths hidden under a cloak of silence can be harmless, therefore they should remain innocent until proven guilty. Waging a war to chase down love’s intention is pointless. But the difference between these lies and the blacker ones is that, once discovered, black ones are provable. They also are backed by the darkest of intent. They go deep and cut right into the bone.
In SEETHINGS, some of the lies are blatantly obvious. They are drowned in a deep, rich blackness that engulfs a reader in so much text-poison that they cannot be ignored. This was done to set a firm foundation for the narrative. The most dangerous of all the lies written into the narrative have been swapped for the safety of silence. They were downgraded to make them look harmless. You won’t see the biggest lie coming when it hits. Your jaw will drop.
-Michael Forman (Author of SEETHINGS)
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‘Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.’ – Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’