So a few folks (hi Mom) have finally, with much prodding from me, broken down and asked what the title of this blog means. The answer is probably not going to be all that exciting.
The Smichovsky Compensation Syndrome comes from a play called Temptation by Vaclav Havel. That name, of course, sounds familiar to you Rentheads (and here’s where I mention Idina Menzel to get my views up), as he’s mentioned in “La Vie Boheme.” For those who don’t know, Havel was a playwright who went on to slightly bigger things…like being the final President of Czechoslovakia. He wrote somewhat absurdist works, although not like Ionesco or Beckett–more about the repetition and lockstep of everyday life–very Sisyphusian stuff.
In Temptation, a sorcerer named Fistula describes the Smichovsky Compensation Syndrome as this:
When a novice first manages to break through the armor of his old defenses and opens himself up to the immense horizons of his hidden potential, after a little while something like a hangover sets in and he sinks into an almost masochistic state of self-accusation and self-punishment.
Of course, he’s talking about selling your soul to the Devil, basically, but I like to think of that little sentence as exactly what it means to be a writer.