For the final project I took on a challenge of illuminating the word of the marvels of Simulation and Simulacra as defined by Jean Baudrillard. Over the semester The “Real” World class read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick where we first encountered a fictional account of the simulacra in action. Dick was able to construct a narrative that left readers frequently asking themselves what the significance of what “Real” truly is.
My paper is a fictional short story is focused on the construction on stories within my narrative. The stories that the characters I created share within the narrative construct the identity of a patriarchal figure, Henry. Throughout the plot that spans more than twenty-five years, we see Kai, an Afghan-American and Henry’s son interact in a world that is not his own while he constructs a reality through his father as a child.
The three family members construct their realities by the stories they tell. The narrative is heavily stream-of-conscious and incorporates much of Henry and Kai’s inner monologues as they try to find each other in the world and themselves
He’s a short snippet to get some of the flavor:
“It had been almost five years since Henry’s unfortunate encounter with the Private, now a major. Definitely a general’s son, or a senator’s, Henry thought to himself. It had taken hundreds of phone calls with people with tone’s he generally disliked before he could even get a sit down with his commanding officer. He was always brushed off as crazy. For at least the first few months. Some didn’t even believe his story.
“What do you mean you’re wife was killed and your son is in an orphanage,” the sounds articulated through their mouthpiece, breathing ignorance through the receivers. “What was your wife doing over there?” The voices on the other end of the line couldn’t even fathom that Henry had taken on an Afghani bride. It was a bit unorthodox, but so what? Home of the brave land of the free? If Henry hadn’t been nominated for the congressional medal of honor he never would have made it this far. He wondered how many illegitimate children fathered by American soldiers had been left to fend for themselves once the game they were playing was over. Henry was too determined to teach his son how to be man.
Henry finally got a meeting with the Pennsylvania senator that nominated him for the country’s highest military honor. “It’s about fucking time,” Henry responded when the call came in. He went in for a meeting and the senator said he had sorted out all the detail he would have nothing to worry about. It still took an extra three month for the authorities to find him. There were more of orphans in Afghanistan than Henry would have liked to think about. Kai wasn’t an orphan. He’d have his father now.”