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When an alumnus started an email flirt, James Lasdun was intrigued, even flattered. Then the threats started ...

In fall 2003, I taught a workshop in fiction writing graduate program in New York. Among the students in my class was a woman we'll call Nasreen. She was about 30 years old, quiet and reserved. It happened in the first chapter of a novel set in Tehran in the 70s, during the last days of the Shah. There are more than a few students at all writers workshop seems natural, and they are not difficult to spot. It was obvious to me after a few paragraphs, that Nasreen was one of them.

As his supervisor, I met a couple of times during office hours. It revealed a sense of self-deprecating humor and his calm, she seemed curious, wondering how I became a writer, what he did now, which was my favorite novelists. As had been assumed, the family in his novel was based on his own family, who had fled to Iran by States at the time of the revolution of 1979, when she was a child.

His appearance conveys the same confidence that demonstrative attitude in class. She wore jeans that looked sweet and dear discolored, and a brown jacket, waist length, both military and women in his court. His black hair was usually taken - with care, but with a few loose strands falling. His face, fine-boned, had the same pale olive complexion like mine.

During one of our conversations, she mentioned a boyfriend. I noticed the following: not the act itself, but rather the word. Although not exactly the old, suggested a very different order of relationship connection occasional means the norm among students. She graduated this summer and, to the extent that I thought about after our last meeting, it was as if someone had gone to a bright future of artistic and personal.

Two years have passed, during which I heard Nasreen. And then, in December 2005, emailed to say he had completed a draft of his novel and ask her if she was reading. As politely as I could, I refused his request. However, I feel confident enough to offer to recommend to my agent - I'll call Janice Schwartz

A friendly email correspondence developed in the coming weeks. At that time, I was not even keep copies of all emails sent Nasreen, but I did save a few. Long remain without complications. Emails are nice and quiet Nasreen given class, style amazingly lush. Those who are referred to terser bit, but pleasant, with lots of encouragement on the book.

As winter progresses, the notes become more and more hot gossip and more curious. Again, she asked me to work with her in the book again, I refuse. Sometimes it falls on a more personal disclosure, citing, for example, the fact that she broke off her engagement.

my own emails back, while still short, became more friendly and unattended for weeks past. Not the "teacher" was happily throw the. Rather formal, in which the gap tend to get armor for my forays into the university I started to feel a change in my feelings about Nasreen, feeling a little harassed obligation which began with a more humane world, the feeling of affection simple.

not usually meet new people, let alone someone I tend to have much in common with a real friendship developed. She was younger than me, and an Iranian woman are all things that have given the possibility that some call new friendship (most of my friends are middle-aged Western men like me), but most importantly, c ' is that she was a fellow writer whose work he admired and looked really happy to be in contact with me. I thought it was something similar.

However, at some point, I realized that I was flirting with. In an email, for example, wrote to a colleague in the workshop had taught me - I'll call Glen - told him that he and some other students had thought she and I were having an affair. This does not seem plausible, and I guess it was OK inventing or exaggerating a little more massive observation by Glen as a joke. Anyway, the intention seems to be to introduce the idea that I could (so I guess his thought), it's fun, exciting, perhaps, maybe even trying.

do not care who flirted with - in fact, I love it - and even if he made no conscious effort to encourage this trend, I feel no pressing need to deter rather than . To comment on Glen replied: "It's funny .. Glen is obviously a born writer, "I found a way to keep your kindly joyful our correspondence while quietly keeping my distance

In March, finally sent the manuscript to my agent, Janice, who was traveling and was slow to get to work. The delay made me feel more of an obligation he had before, and I offered to read the first part myself. I intend to be in New York for a few days in late April, and we agreed that I Nasreen pages when it drops.

When I got to the cafeteria for our meeting took me a few seconds to realize that the dark-haired woman in her mid-30s with the clothing sensitive office and speak with an expression on his phone overwhelmed cell the Nasreen was actually counter. The meeting, which lasted about half an hour, had a quality deaf, dumb. Despite his flamboyant verve as a mailing, Nasreen was even quieter in person than in his memories. He spoke scathingly about his family and others in New York, some in California, giving the impression that his artistic ambitions and outstanding life was cast into the role of black sheep. There was no money, she suggested, but not much of it flowing in their direction.

We finished our coffee and left the cafeteria. Outside, we walk in the same direction for a couple of blocks. Nasreen lit a cigarette and smoked it with me, the silence, except for the light of his heels clopping on the pavement. It looked fragile, I thought, maybe a little stressed. In the corner where we separate and gave me the manuscript, with a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye.

I had a little concern for reading the manuscript, but the writing was as good as I remembered. I sent Nasreen, detailing my answers, and enclosing a copy of an email that was sent to Janice, reiterating my support. Janice was impressed enough to invite to a meeting Nasreen, but in the end, as I feared, decided that the book was too far from completion to assume. She, however, Nasreen recommend it to a friend - I'll call Paula Kurwen - who has worked as a freelance copywriter. Nasreen soon sent me an email saying that the two of them were willing to work together productively.

In June, I was planning to do some traveling in the sleeper, and I mentioned in an email to Nasreen. This response was for the category of flirting was nothing new in itself, but the content seemed to be a significant escalation. She suggested itself in my little room underground for the trip, and I wanted to know if the train was going. I did not answer, but at this moment I realized that something more explicit discrete disappointing that the mere silence would require of me.

Around this time, my wife and I have sent a proposal for a book he wanted to write a family in Provence. Our plan was to leave early the following year. I talked to my email Nasreen forward and made a point of focus on the family. She did not answer directly, but a week later, I sent an email a short story describing a former member of the workshop - Call Elaine - I just sent, about a woman American has won an Arab man. The email had the slight inconsistency of something written under emotional pressure, and culminated with the assertion that the story of Elaine was a secret spirit of a true story, the American woman who was itself and Elaine was the Arab man, of all people, me.

replied, putting things straight, and for a couple of months after this correspondence has taken breezy, friendly tone. Then, on September 7: "You do not love me at all just not you, James?" September 20: "Jacques, you should get married and I will support all Lasduns ..."

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insistent, irresistible love that followed, often more than a dozen a day, began to feel tight. Responded less of them, responding with only one or two lines you made. My wife, who was very interested in Nasreen or e-mails, but a point to advise me not to break contact with her, or too abruptly.

At the end of February 2007, I traveled with my family in Marseille. I tried to ignore their e-mails as we made our way through Provence, but it was not easy. It became clear to me that would not go away easily Nasreen my life because I wanted that for some alchemy did not understand, and certainly would not believe that he had not participated in the creation, I became the object of an obsession.

In July came the first emails directly and unequivocally hostile. These articles included in my supposed desire of their "waste" e-mail "important", my training and my teacher Anglo-Jewish reckless misconduct, as such, is now accused of deliberately humiliated.

My agent, Janice began to receive emails, as Paula Kurwen, freelance copywriter. One thing to be abused in private experience it is almost like an internal event, not so different from listening to the voices in his head punitive. However, for other people to enter the drama is something else. It gives a different order of reality on the violence. More comprehensive and objective

With accusations of theft, Janice had also received details of my alleged relationship with former classmate Elaine Nasreen, complete with a description of the various perverse sexual practices that Nasreen said they heard I went to (it was a strange way with this rumor transparent device and yet oddly effective, anonymous source: "I said ..." "I heard ..." "Everyone knows ...")

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not believe a word of these e-mails (and she assured me she did not), my first impulse was to refuse their indignation. But even when he was the formation of words, I felt the futility of doing so. Intrinsic to the nature of the allegations and insinuations Nasreen was when I began to understand, an iron law so that the more they are denied the substance were to acquire more plausible, begin to appear. Their savagery was part of his very particular power.

James "of Amazon reviews, look!" manages the e-mail sent Nasreen head on the morning of December 30, 2007. I registered with caution to Amazon.

examination, following the bottom line, "a former student of Lasdun" was published on the September page of my book lies. Phrases in and out of focus: "My work has been stolen ... so I said she was raped while trying to finish my novel ... he used my writing (e-mail) in this story ... "

I felt a new order of damage was inflicted on me. A window had been open to the world.

Nasreen email now progressed to organizations that are associated with professionals. My literary agency in London has been sent an email accusing me of crimes known. The Department of ads in the London Review of Books, strangely, an email will be sent curses on my anger accumulation (Nasreen kindly copied to the east). As a freelancer, I depend on my life easier in dealing with magazines, newspapers, services, creative writing, reading rooms, etc.. Very quickly, my relationship with them was stained, for my part, by anxiety. Had contacted them? If yes, were they interested? Worried? Indifferent?

could have asked, of course, but the idea of ??it seemed full of difficulties. If they had not heard of it, which makes my strange story of a former student of plagiarism denounce me as a sexual predator? Somehow I thought it was a mistake to introduce a notion of myself in the minds of other people, even my friends. And if they had heard, well, that would be good for me to ask you to please ignore what I said?


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