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Ian S

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Ian has written for the Financial Times, the Independent, and won the London round of The Stage newspaper’s New Theatre Critic Search 2016. He also writes fiction, and his short stories have appeared in numerous books and magazines. Sally Rooney praised his story Cute on The Stinging Fly Podcast, and his piece Legs and Feet Dangling was read out at legendary Paris bookshop Shakespeare and Company. Ian has been interviewed by Litro magazine about his work and is seeking a publisher for his first collection of short stories.

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As a Story Terrace writer, Ian S interviews customers and turns their life stories into books. Get to know our writer better by reading the autobiographical anecdote below!

When Life Gives You Fish Holes…

In 2006 I quit my job in journalism, my wife quit her job in banking, and we decided to move abroad to teach English. Initially the plan was to do this in some Arcadian slice of French countryside where we’d live off baguettes and red wine, but shortly after discovering that such jobs demanded some past teaching experience and a more than rudimentary knowledge of French, we found ourselves boarding a tin-can of a flight from Moscow to a concrete city in the middle of Siberia, whose name, in the traditional local dialect, means “fish hole”.

Surgut was a rural town of around 1,000 people until the 1960s, when someone found oil there and a network of tower blocks was promptly erected to house the thousands of Russians rushing in to make some money. About 300,000 people live there now, packed into the skies of this monotonous, maze-like place, where the only break in the high-rise landscape is a Legolandish replica of Big Ben housing an English school (not the one we worked at), and the world’s longest single-tower cable-stayed bridge (imagine the Golden Gate bridge but with one tower removed, clad in bare metal instead of sleek red paint, and spanning a tattered ribbon of smog-smudged ice rather than a resplendent blue river).

There are no baguettes in Surgut, but there are pirozhok: greasy little fried buns often filled with potato. There is very little red wine in Surgut (at least not that you’d voluntarily drink), but there is an orangey-brown, chilli-infused vodka. And there is certainly nothing Arcadian about Surgut; in fact, there’s barely anything at all beyond a few bowling alleys, a pool hall frequented by the mafia, and a market where the socks they sell are apparently made from dog hair.

But what there is in Surgut are temperatures so cold that, when they rise to -10°C, you start talking about how warm it is. What there is in Surgut are supermarket shelves so erratically filled, that even a withered bunch of spinach can be cause for joy. What there is in Surgut are hours and hours of darkness, 18 or 19 in a day, and a lifestyle thrust upon you that you could never have imagined having to live, but that never leaves you once you’ve lived it. Winters are never cold after Surgut. Food is never bad after Surgut. Life is never unappreciated after Surgut.

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