Shoulder DayI pulled my eyes away from the translation on my screen, marking my place on the script and closing the laptop. So much for literary gold. The writer seemed fixated on José's childhood. I felt cheated, cheated into translating all that verbiage when what I wanted was the meat of the story of the hostel. The more of that this Spanish script provided, the less I would need to research. As it stood, I faced the onerous task of doing most of the work myself.
I've never been one for backstory. Slows the pace of the narrative like a ball and chain. Readers these days want to forge ahead, gripped by events unfolding in the here and now. Although I can appreciate the building of the character. The importance of depicting the reality of being gay back then, even as a child. The stigmat
