   
Nicholas Kokonis an Arcadian who came to America in 1963 from conditions not unlike his protagonist's. Culturally disadvantaged but never losing hope, He attended Roosevelt University and IIT while working and earned a Ph.D. in clinical psychology (on scholarships).
ABOUT MY ARCADIA
Many of you are asking me whether Arcadia, My Arcadia is my personal story, how long it took me to write it and what compelled me to write it in the first place.
The writing of my novel in its present form took a little more than seven years but there is a story behind the story.
When I arrived on the American shores in the summer of 1963,1 had brought with me twenty years of tightly-packed vivid memories. While working as a busboy, I decided to record most of these remembrances as My Story, using a borrowed old Greek typewriter and only two inept fingers. I wrote this (just shy of 120 pages) with the only intention that it might some day serve as a convenient anamnesis. For, in a very real sense, the writer writes in order to teach himself, to understand himself, to satisfy himself.
Every time I visited my homeland as a grown man over the years, I witnessed with dismay the desolation of the land and heard a sad song coming like a heart-wrenching dirge from the clay-mouthed Arcadian hills, as if the poor and mountainous land was falling into decay. The land where Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, was once worshipped, had been left essentially uncultivated, and the shepherds who used to dot the hillsides with their flocks of goats and sheep were scarcely seen anywhere. Water wells had been abandoned, and donkeys, mules and horses, which once traversed the countryside, now seemed extinct. The green patches of land, where every farmer produced his own vegetables and raised his own animals, were a thing of the past.
Standing stunned amidst the matamorphosed landscape a few years ago, like Nicolas Poussin's bewildered shepherds before a tomb, I meditated in sorrow upon the irreversible effects of cultural change and industrialization. "Indeed," I pondered, "Et in Arcadia ego." Instantly I knew that I had to write a story as a literary document of the bygone era. Upon returning to my American home, I took out My Story, buried in a deep drawer of a basement cabinet and nearly forgotten, and read it. I was astonished at its originality and was moved deeply seeing that, truly, "The boy is the father to the man." I knew I did not write in that style or diction any more but in those precious pages, yellowed by time, I thought lay the leaven that would make the dough of my new story rise. Their content, especially the feelings recorded in them, was what I needed to kneed the story I had been carrying in my mind for many years following the completion of my doctoral studies.
 
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