PLOTTING THE NARRATIVE: Reindeer in the Dog House
(NOTE: Well, you see them folks all dressed so
fine/Dancing, drinking champagne and wine/They’d pinch your pockets now if they
could/’Cause they ain’t doing nothing but feelin’ good/Feelin’ good, feelin’
good/All the money in the world is spent on feelin’ good)
A certain publisher’s sales representative touted a new
novel for fall by saying, “It’s plot-driven, better than slow narrative.” The
rep and novel remain nameless out of professional courtesy, and not having
enough obscenities to counter such a dumb statement. What makes a novel worth
reading or writing is the narrative, the interior lives of the characters. Plot
is important, the action that moves the novel forward, but the narrative stays
with the reader long after the book is closed and shelved properly. Ever sit
through a bad film adaptation of a favorite book? This is on account of being
seduced by the original narrative. You wanted to see if the characters matched
your imagination, and, well, at least the filmmakers tried.
The plot-driven novel is seen as a quick and easy sell, but
those books rarely stay around after their first year of publication while the
narrative joins literate culture, and with a little luck, enjoys a succession
of reprints.
VIEWS OF A LEPIDOPTERIST
Vladimir Nabokov wrote, “The term ‘narrative’ is often
confused with the term ‘plot,’ but they’re not the same thing. If I tell you
that the king died, and then the queen died, that’s not narrative; that’s plot.
But, if I tell you that the king died, and then the queen died of a broken
heart, that’s narrative.” Of the two, one sticks with the reader while the
other slides down the slick walls of memory. The reader remembers Anna
Karenina, not Anna Karenina; Humbert
Humbert, not Lolita; Emma Bovary, not
Madame Bovary; and Huckleberry
Finn, not Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
Narrative is about emotional connection and plot is not.
STONE PLOTS
Winner of the National Book Award for Dog Soldiers, Robert Stone now reaches for the plot-driven novel
with Death of the Black-Haired Girl. In
a recent Wall Street Journal article,
his publisher says this makes him “more straightforward and accessible.” But at
what cost? Narratives take longer to write, and, on occasion, Stone has
stretched this to seventeen years between books. This is not how to make a
living at the writer’s trade, yet the care and attention has given readers such
works as Outerbridge Reach and Damascus Gate.
LOYAL READER TAKES OFF
One reader of Stone’s novels since his first, A Hall of Mirrors, had a sales job that
called for lots of highway driving. He stopped at a local bookstore en route to
a meeting and purchased a copy of A Flag
for Sunrise the day of its release. He canceled the meeting after reading
the flap copy and rented a motel room. For two days, he stumbled along with
anthropologist Frank Holliwell in the CIA-infested Central American country of
Tecan. This is the power of narrative. He ate out of the candy machine next to
the pool (Beer Nuts and Skittles mostly) and read, pausing only for a brief
walk or watch the nightly news at 11 o’clock. He still regards those days as
his best as a reader, even though he lost the job due to dereliction of duty or
some such nonsense.
GET NOW OR GET DOWN
“Gosh darn, where can I learn about writing real good and how
publishing works?” asks a single parent with too many children and not enough
spousal support. The answer is same for everyone, regardless of age, religious
affiliation, gender, or planet of origin: it’s the swinging and ringing and swaying
The Dog Walked Down the Street: An
Outspoken Guide for Writers Who Want to Publish (Cypress House, $13.95). What
a thrill to finally have your questions answered in such an accessible format,
and less expensive than an online study course. Log on to www.indiebound.com for
immediate assistance in finding the closest independent bookstore. If you
already know where it is, go before the crowd takes the last copy and you have
to drive across town in holiday traffic. A word to the wise is repetitious.
NEXT: Chewing Slippers for Success
Labels: J.B. Lenoir/Jim Dickinson, Nabokov, narrative, plot, Robert Stone
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