Let’s Get Metaphysical

Ooh, I wanna hear your philosophy talk…

Right, that’s enough of that. Despite being one of those people who if asked “If a tree falls in a forest and there’s no-one there to hear it, does it make a sound?” would reply, “Yes, of course it bloody does! What a ridiculous question!” I have found my mind wandering in a vaguely philosophical direction in recent weeks.

Tree in forest The culprit was a blog post by a playwright who was talking about her first experience of having a play staged.  To her shock, she found the finished product didn’t bear that close a resemblance to what she’d had in mind when she wrote it. “That’s the thing with writing plays,” she said, “It’s a collaborative effort.”

To start with, I breathed a big sigh of relief that I’d never tried my hand at any kind of script.  I wasn’t sure I’d like that, I thought to myself, handing over my work to someone else –  a whole bunch of someone elses, in fact – and then holding my breath to see what emerged at the other end.  I liked the feeling that, in writing a book, I was in control: my characters would say and do only what I told them to. Ok, sometimes they developed minds of their own and tried nudging me in different directions to the ones I’d planned, but when it came down to it, I was the person who decided what words went on the paper; the product began and ended with me.

Until I thought about it a bit more and realised that was rubbish.

For the last month or so, I’ve been sweating away over a re-write of my first novel.  After much excitement and getting to acquisitions stage with six UK publishers, sadly no-one got as far as making an offer to publish.  I did, though, get lots of feedback.  It’s that feedback, together with the wise suggestions of my agent, that I’ve been soldiering away with for the last month, desperately hoping that the next version will have dealt with enough of the issues for someone to say “Yes.”

So the most recent incarnation of my book is already, to a considerable extent, the product of a whole range of people: my brilliant beta readers, who took so much time to give me their comments and encouragement; a whole pile of editors, who distilled their reasons for rejecting me (hmph!) with varying degrees of clarity; and my agent, who helped me work through it all and come up with some ideas to respond.

But of course, it’s not just those people who are helping decide what my book will be – ultimately, it’ll be the creature of whatever handful of people I can bribe, cajole or threaten into actually reading it.  I might think I’m the god of my own little literary world, setting out my story, deciding who does what to whom and why; but just because I think I’ve explained something, it doesn’t mean my readers will agree (there’s a life lesson lurking here somewhere…). They might interpret the words I think of as being only mine in any number of different ways. They might see all kinds of different motivations for the way my characters behave.  They might – whisper it – not like the characters I like.

I remember in one GCSE English class the teacher reading a passage from To Kill A Mockingbird.  As I recall, there’s a bit where Scout is in fancy dress, oddly enough as a ham (can that really be right? Sounds unlikely, but it’s what I remember). The costume was held in shape by a frame of wire mesh, and the teacher said that if we were studying the novel at A’-level, we’d be talking about the way that this mesh represented the cage of expectations and social convention in which Scout found herself. There was a good deal of snorting at this, with one boy making the point that perhaps the author meant nothing of the sort; perhaps he was simply describing her costume.  “Well, perhaps,” said the teacher, “But if that’s the case, why is it there?”

Fast forward a couple of decades, and Lionel Shriver is being interviewed about the creepily brilliant We Need To Talk About Kevin.  There were deep divisions, apparently, amongst the readership: was Kevin the way he was because his career-focussed mother starved him of love and affection as he grew up? Or was it just that he was born an evil little so and so? Infuriatingly, Ms Shriver said she wasn’t going to tell us. “If I haven’t told you after 300 pages,” she said (a little sniffily, I thought), “There’s no point in telling you now.”

At the time, I found this rather annoying: couldn’t she just put all those irritating people who obviously thought a woman should sacrifice her whole personal identity the minute she reproduced back in their boxes, and tell them that Kevin was a nasty piece of work?  But now I think: maybe it doesn’t matter.  After all, I’m bringing my own ethical framework – alright, my prejudices – to my interpretation of this book, just as much as anyone else; and the author is doing exactly the same thing.  Maybe that means that Kevin has his own life now, independent of Lionel Shriver, existing in the imaginations of all those different readers? Maybe it doesn’t matter what the author thinks is the truth – perhaps each of those interpretations, each one of those different Kevins, is just as valid as hers?

Recognising that we don’t really own or control our story may be frightening – but it’s also fascinating.  Sending your characters out into the world for people to like or loathe, to decide what they think about their behaviour and motives – well, it’s a pretty exciting business, isn’t it? And while writing may be a solitary pursuit, I think that means that telling a story really isn’t.

14 thoughts on “Let’s Get Metaphysical

    1. yakinamac Post author

      No indeed; although one can vacuum before writing – and clean the kitchen cupboards, and try to train the cats to use the cat flap. I’ve become a mistress of displacement activity whilst attempting this rewrite!

      1. sueslaght

        Ironing…that can really take up a lot of time while procrastinating 🙂
        You can do it! Thanks for stopping by my blog. Much appreciated.

  1. Charlotte Hoather

    In English literature analysing poetry anthologies and always getting told I hadn’t got the right understanding stopped me continuing on with my English studies at A level. So frustrating.

    1. yakinamac Post author

      I know exactly what you mean! And I was reading someone just yesterday who was talking about how the experience of analysing poetry at school put many people off it for life. I still find poetry – well, a particular kind poetry – a bit of a slog, and that’s something I feel quite guilty about. A subject for a future post, perhaps!

    1. yakinamac Post author

      That’s what you say! But as you know only too well, people can still imagine all kinds of different motives for your writing (my incognito feminist friend!). 😉

  2. vicbriggs

    Recognising that we don’t really own or control our story may be frightening – but it’s also fascinating.
    Absolutely. Great post. I couldn’t wait to finish one line so that I could find out what you’ll say next. I’m glad revision is going well and wish you best of luck with the next stage.

  3. Mark Vanderhorst

    I was reminded that a book is only the authors opinion on the subject.
    The subject was death & dying. The author was one of the best professors I have ever had in school and while the subject is dark and the class took a lot to get through, I never missed it.
    The part they do not talk about in school is the need to write, when the ideas have to come out to clear your head and yes it is like children at some point you have to let them go out into the world.

    1. yakinamac Post author

      So true! Your professor sounds like a fascinating person.

      The first person I gave my embryonic manuscript to was my husband, and I had to leave the room while he read it. It almost made me feel sick! The idea of other people reading my work was just too embarrassing for words – but then, I thought, why am I trying to write a book at all?! I think the very act of sharing the manuscript with more people has helped me get over the fear. Then the other day my agent told me that her boss – who’d also read my completed manuscript – compared someone they both knew to one of my characters. It was a brilliant feeling to think that this character had gone out into the world and people were talking about him independently of me. Definitely worth the fear factor!


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