Telling the Truth
Posted: April 19th, 2011, 11:44 am
The hardest part of writing a novel (for me) is telling the truth.
No, I'm not saying that fiction is true. It is fiction. Made up. Imaginary. The world doesn't exist except in the mind of the novelist and, if he is very good and very lucky, in the mind of the reader as well.
The hard part of creating that world is telling that truth. Not holding back to be nice or to be polite or even to make a sale. But telling the truth in that world so that the crises and solutions are accurate and honest.
Telling the truth doesn't mean a certain style. A writer can tell the truth using the language of Queen Elizabeth I or the language of Jay-Z. It is about gut-wrenching honesty, where the writer feels as if the keyboard should be hidden, the computer should be triple-password-protected, the bound copies kept on a shelf in a locked closet behind a curtain and a surly armed guard with limited intelligence and one task: keep the truth from being discovered and mangled by well-meaning people who want to make it palatable or family friendly or even, God help us, marketable.
It means that a writer sends his work out to the world with a mix of trembling fear and bold assurance: will this be true for others as well? Are there others who think and feel the same, or who even do not yet realize they do? Will this novel awaken something readers will discover they always knew but never thought about?
Every word has to be true, even though it is unreal.
That's the hard part. That's the part that we - or maybe it's just I - slide away from. Scene after scene, descriptive paragraph and narrative and action - we want the story to go on, but we want to avoid revealing all the unpleasantness that is in the story.
Perhaps it is because we shy away from the truth of that story. And perhaps it is because we realize the story comes from us, and is revealing something about us we'd rather not ever show anyone, not even ourselves.
It is hard - damned hard - to tell that truth. But unless we do that - why are we writing the story?
No, I'm not saying that fiction is true. It is fiction. Made up. Imaginary. The world doesn't exist except in the mind of the novelist and, if he is very good and very lucky, in the mind of the reader as well.
The hard part of creating that world is telling that truth. Not holding back to be nice or to be polite or even to make a sale. But telling the truth in that world so that the crises and solutions are accurate and honest.
Telling the truth doesn't mean a certain style. A writer can tell the truth using the language of Queen Elizabeth I or the language of Jay-Z. It is about gut-wrenching honesty, where the writer feels as if the keyboard should be hidden, the computer should be triple-password-protected, the bound copies kept on a shelf in a locked closet behind a curtain and a surly armed guard with limited intelligence and one task: keep the truth from being discovered and mangled by well-meaning people who want to make it palatable or family friendly or even, God help us, marketable.
It means that a writer sends his work out to the world with a mix of trembling fear and bold assurance: will this be true for others as well? Are there others who think and feel the same, or who even do not yet realize they do? Will this novel awaken something readers will discover they always knew but never thought about?
Every word has to be true, even though it is unreal.
That's the hard part. That's the part that we - or maybe it's just I - slide away from. Scene after scene, descriptive paragraph and narrative and action - we want the story to go on, but we want to avoid revealing all the unpleasantness that is in the story.
Perhaps it is because we shy away from the truth of that story. And perhaps it is because we realize the story comes from us, and is revealing something about us we'd rather not ever show anyone, not even ourselves.
It is hard - damned hard - to tell that truth. But unless we do that - why are we writing the story?