Posts tagged with "detail" - Faerye Net 2010-11-13T08:07:13+00:00 Felicity Shoulders "Flabbergasted by the commonplace" 2010-11-13T08:07:13+00:00 2010-11-13T08:17:33+00:00 <p>I&#8217;ve blogged a bit of late about <a href="" target="links">observation</a>, and harvesting potentially telling details from the world about you. A longer while ago, I blogged about <a href="" target="links">&#8220;try[ing] to make the world strange again, so I can dive into it anew.&#8221;</a></p> <p>I thought <a href="">this blog post</a> was sharply relevant to all that. It&#8217;s by Stephen Kuusisto, a writer and professor attached to <a href="" target="links">the <span class="caps">MFA</span> program</a> I attended (though I&#8217;ve never worked with him, myself.) It&#8217;s about how he sees the &#8220;dreadful color&#8221; of school buses.</p> <p>How you see something is shaped by everything that came before it: who you are, the sum of your past experiences, the associations your brain forms, your mood at the moment, what you think is important or unimportant. In Steve Kuusisto&#8217;s case, it&#8217;s affected by his history with vision as well as with school buses: &#8220;I&#8217;ve been blind for for most of my life, and now that I can see a little I&#8217;m largely flabbergasted by the commonplace,&#8221; he says.</p> <p>I love this blog post because it&#8217;s so unexpected &#8211; I honestly see the color of school buses in an entirely different way that probably has to do with the color of standard #2 pencils, and not so much with failure &#8211; and also for what that unexpectedness gives me, the reader. No two people see a telling detail the same way, and the shock of seeing the school bus from someone else&#8217;s context is one of the lovely, rich displacements of reading.</p> <p>But also I love that phrase he uses: &#8220;I&#8217;m largely flabbergasted by the commonplace.&#8221; As writers, I think that would be a good state to cultivate. Our habitual, ordinary world can lull us, and stop us perceiving it or piercing it. I want to be shocked anew by the strangeness of things that have surrounded me for decades. I want to be flabbergasted by the commonplace, don&#8217;t you?</p> The Dialogue Trap 2008-09-02T08:00:44+00:00 2008-09-02T08:00:44+00:00 <p>&#8220;What would you say was your greatest strength coming into the program?&#8221; my advisor asked at the first thesis review this June. Luckily, this was not <em>my</em> thesis review, so I thought, <em>Ample time to work this out before he asks me!</em></p> <p>Well, I didn&#8217;t work it out, but luckily, he didn&#8217;t ask me. I still could not tell you with certainty what my greatest writing strength was coming into my <span class="caps">MFA</span> program, but I&#8217;d lay good odds that dialogue was my greatest weakness. I felt most comfortable writing dialogue in a whimsical vein, writing things like &#8220;But what is it, Mister Gently, that brings you along these dusty roads at the peak of midsummer?&#8221; and <a href="" target="links">&#8220;Gerald, man the manipulator arms!&#8221;</a> Things, in short, that no one is likely to say in day-to-day life.</p> <p>My first serious attempts to write realistic dialogue (I do dabble in realism, too, you know) were fraught with difficulty. I devoted myself strenuously to verisimilitude, so much so that the dialogue was repetitive, ill-graced, and boring. I worked hard, in my brief forays into the world of dialogue (for many of my stories, by dint of protagonists being underwater, alone, incapable of speech, or some combination thereof, did not force me to use the tool overmuch) on finding the sweet spot between plausible speech (for each setting) and speech that was witty and engaging, that advanced the plot and characters as appropriate. Improvements were made.</p> <p>But many of those forays, as stipulated, were in the context of narrative-heavy stories. Dialogue, when it came, was a welcome change of creative pace, like a ballet scene in an opera, or the bit with the dog. It wasn&#8217;t until I found myself working on projects with many speaking characters, above sea level and in rooms together, that I started to worry that dialogue would drive narrative out. The more dialogue I wrote, the more awkward the physical actions of a scene became &#8212; I felt I was writing stage direction. Shameful as it is to admit, after spending semesters writing immersive natural environments, full of touch and smell, I would look over pages of my work and realize that there was nothing but hearing (dialogue) and sight (&#8220;Daniel walked over and stood at the foot of her bed.&#8221;) at play.</p> <p>This, I suppose, is one of the paradoxes of writing, or art in general. You can move from one extreme to the other from piece to piece, change your strengths and weaknesses completely without changing yourself. It shows that you can&#8217;t discard old writing advice because you&#8217;re doing well at that aspect; you are now, you might not always be. You will someday need to scrawl &#8220;add more sensory detail&#8221; in your <em>own</em> margin.</p> <p>But the paradox can be fruitful. Stuck in a scene full of back-and-forth, seeing my characters walk down a blank street, throwing lines at each other through empty air, I put down my pen. I think of those other places, reefs and castles, beaches and burger shops, that have been easy to smell and feel, easy in their weirdness, vividness or delight for me to experience and share with the reader. I try to see a street as if it were a reef, full of bizarre creatures and unexpected colors. I try to make the world strange again, so I can dive into it anew.</p>