Call for Submissions: Exegesis Journal

CALL FOR PAPERS

Issue 4:Money

‘Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons’

– WOODY ALLEN

Exegesis, the academic e-journal of the English Department at Royal Holloway, University of London, is now accepting submissions for the Spring 2014 edition on Money. For this issue we hope to attract creative writing dealing with money in all its forms and implications, reviews of work on the contemporary cultural scene that engages with (or rejects) the demands of the fiscal, and literary, historical and other critical readings engaging with issues financial, commercial, economic and numismatic. Authors may choose to investigate this topic literally, metaphorically, or theoretically, and in terms of specific texts, authors, times, or places.

Articles and creative pieces might address, but are not limited to, any of the following subjects:

–          Greed, austerity and financial crises

–          Money as object: designed, collected, exchanged

–          Inheritance, legacy, wills

–          Culture in the marketplace: the value of art

–          Mass culture, consumerism, globalisation

–          Employment: labourers, servants and slaves

–          Class and caste

–          Charity, welfare, international aid

–          Capitalism and communism: money and the structures of power

–          Payment, repayment, debt

–          Putting a price on people: dowries, prostitution, industrial compensation

–          Insurance and investment: money and risk

–          Theft, blackmail, fraud

–          Misers and spendthrifts: money and morals

The deadline for submissions is 13th January 2014. Please submit via the following email addresses: to submit a critical work, critical@exegesisjournal.org; to submit a creative work, creative@exegesisjournal.org; to submit a book, theatre, conference, film or exhibition review, reviews@exegesisjournal.org. After peer review, refereed submissions will be selected and published in our April 2014 issue. Please take note of the Guidelines below.

SUBMISSIONS GUIDELINES:

Exegesis invites submissions from postgraduate students and early career academics from the field of English Studies and beyond, multi- and cross- disciplinary researchers, and any scholar with interesting and relevant work. We welcome previously unpublished essays, short articles, reviews, and creative pieces on each issue’s theme, and encourage you to fully explore its meaning.

Essays and short articles should be between 4000-6000 words and reviews around 1000 words (including all references). Creative pieces of no more than 5000 words are welcomed. All work should be submitted using the template and guidelines available on our website, at www.exegesisjournal.org. We adhere to MHRA formatting style. Your submission email should include your name, academic affiliation, the title of your submission, 5-7 keywords, and a 3-5 sentence abstract of the article or review piece. All attached submissions should be unnamed, to ensure impartiality during the selection process, and should be sent as Word documents (.doc format).

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Sharing: An Explanation, Of Sorts by Ingrid Sykora

I never cease to be amazed by the gems found by wandering around wordpress.  There are some amazing writers out there.  Some pieces are so great that I just need to share.  Like this one:  An Explanation, Of Sorts (Flash Fiction)  by Ingrid Sykora.  Check it out!

An Explanation, Of Sorts (Flash Fiction)

by ingridsykora

I wish I could say that my father is a cruel man. To say he was cruel would be a way to rationalize his behavior, to make him seem more human. It would be a way to make sense of him, to categorize him and thus feel safe, knowing he has been placed in a sort of box, even if that box is only a label, a word, a concept, nothing more. It would be a way to imprison him, in a sense.

But he slips beyond categorization as effectively as he slips past any other kind of prison. For thousands of years, people have tried to imprison him. In mythology, his story is repeated endlessly: the imprisonment of Lucifer, the castration of Set, the acid fate of Loki, the casting of Cronus into Tartarus, &c. In human form, he has been put into solitary prison a half dozen times, has been killed by poison, electrocution, beheading, firing squad, and sunk to the bottom of the sea with weights. He returns in a different form every time, but it does not matter–eventually, his transgression mount, and he is killed or imprisoned again. But it only lasts until he escapes, and leaves behind nothing but a fuzzy memory, and people wondering, “Wasn’t there someone in that prison cell? Who was I bringing this meal to?”

My father whispered in Hitler’s ear, though granted, Hitler did not take a lot of encouraging. My father inspired Stalin and Mao. He drove the making of the atomic bomb. He nurtured the religious extremism that led to the crusades, the terrorists attacks, the holy wars, the kool-aid drinkers. My father is so twisted and evil that he came up with the concept of God, such that people would be inspired to commit atrocities without hesitation or remorse. Any civil war, any partisan disaster, any mass murder or serial killer has his roots in my father’s dark embrace.

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Back in the eighties, my father decided that it was time to produce offspring. Why, when heroin addictions, AIDS, and class warfare were a few of the many rampant problems in the world, he felt the need to add greater chaos and darkness, is beyond me. He had never before held an interest in such things, and I have vowed to discover his reasoning before I die. He bedded a woman who was institutionalized for a triple homicide.  I was born nine months later by caesarian, and the woman died–though how much the doctors intended to deliver her to such a fate is unclear.

It would seem that goodness, as it is typically identified, is a spontaneous genetic quality. My father has not an ounce of goodness in him, and my mother certainly lacked it, even when turning her attention on herself. But from an early age I have resisted my father’s call, the call of my blood, the call that encourages chaos, destruction, murder, murder, murder.

The abilities that come most easily to me are those that are along this line. It takes a single look to kill a man. It is almost effortless to start a fire that cannot be put out by mere water. Telekinesis is second nature, and sharp objects respond with particular alacrity. I can read tarot cards or tossed crystals or tea dregs in any dark manner I wish and it will come true. Harder to produce is an aversion to a coming danger or crisis.

But, whether it’s youthful rebellion or a true difference in nature, I have no desire to follow in my father’s footsteps. I direct people away from harm when I can. I protect them when I see the need. I guide them away from dark thoughts and shadowed roads.

I have taken it upon myself to reverse every plotline my father has set into motion, to snap every thread he has spun. My name is Eris, and this is my story.