Dr. Camenietzki

Literary Works

At age fifty, I decided to realize a wish that had been with me since my teens: to write publishable fictions that would see the light of day. First of all, I had to decide whether I should write in Portuguese, my mother tongue, or in Hebrew, a language I was very conversant with at the time. After much thinking, I decided to write stories, novellas, and, later on, a novel, in English, the language I use at work and at home, with my wife and children. I was first exposed to the Bard’s language at age ten, and I have maintained a long-term love relationship with that language, on account of its relatively easy-to-master grammar and syntax, not to speak of its immense richness – seven hundred thousand words by a latest count!  
 
I do love how North American English has assimilated and integrated many words and idioms from French, Spanish, and Yiddish, among many others, making it immensely rich and relatively easy to hit upon the mot juste or the right phrase to express feelings and thoughts. As part of my growth and development, I took courses in creative writing at the University of Toronto under Anne Michaels, Michael Redhill, and Anne Montagnes.
 
So far, ten of my stories have been published in Canadian literary magazines, three of them in the prestigious Dalhousie Review, and two of them in Parchment, a Jewish literary magazine out of York University.
 
In 2006, Thistledown Press, a literary publisher out of Saskatoon, published The Atheist’s Bible, a collection of fifteen stories and novellas of mine. Book reviews of that collection appeared in five literary magazines, including Books in Canada
 
In 2009, Eloquent Books of New York, published Nine Ninety-Nine, my novel on the life and literary work of a Jewish paranoid schizophrenic man. The madman was incarcerated for twenty-six years in what was once referred to as Toronto’s Insane Asylum and, more recently, as Nine Ninety-Nine, on account of its address a few decades ago, 999 Queen Street West. I had the novel’s book launch at Manulife Indigo, smack dab downtown Toronto.
 
Both my published and yet unpublished fictions can be easily accessed in this web page. There is no charge for downloading my works, as my writing is a labor of love, not a source of income. I do live off my fees as a clinical psychologist in private practice. I would feel immensely happy if you passed on to your relatives and friends copies of my fictions, as well as telling others that all my literary work is available for free in my web site.
 
I am certain that my creative writing influences my clinical work with clients: I am very attuned to the words, phrases, and idioms my clients use while communicating their suffering, on one hand, and their dreams, wishes, and aspirations on the other hand.
 
Many stories and novellas of mine appeared in my collection, The Atheist’s Bible.
 
This web site contains stories that have not been published yet.
 
I do write, from time to time, stories inspired by my clinical work. In particular, my clients are invited to read A Dry Depression, a story about a much depressed man, whose wife and therapist unrelentingly pressure him to involve himself with notions of being “positive,” or subscribe to the prevailing philosophy of “positive thinking” at all times, matters that the depressed man can’t cope with.
 
I did publish stories about therapists’ anguish. In Noah And The Dove, an aging group psychotherapist turns melancholic at the thought of his clients abandoning him as soon as they feel better. After decades of hard work, that therapist has very little to show, apart from forty thousand lines of clinical notes on clients’ charts.
 
The novella Death By Leisure revolves on a psychotherapist nearing retirement, who had a terrible row with his wife, slept very little that night, and was anxious and disturbed at work the day after. Nevertheless, he manages to do his work rather well, in great part because of his decades-long clinical experience. I was the target of flaying criticism for “revealing too much,” for writing explicitly about suspicions clients harbor against their therapists. My reply was that if I write, I ought to write what I perceive as being truthful. I do ignore critics that insist that psychotherapy is a noble vocation, much like clergymen in the past. The overabundance of clients being abused by therapists and by clergymen fiercely militates against the notion of psychotherapists having what it takes to legislate morality, or shine as models of morally upright citizens. 
 
Visit the Download My Works area to download my literary works free of charge.