The
opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. – Elie Wiesel
We
have met the enemy, and he is us. -- Pogo
Finally, on our writer’s quest for redemption from The
Seven Deadly First Page Sins (as devised by author/editors Tex Thompson and
Laura Maisano), we have reached the end. That’s right, the lowest depths of
revision hell. And the good news, once we reach bottom, there’s nowhere to go
but up!
In Dante’s version of hell, the lowest circles were occupied
not by the most lecherous or violent. Those sins, although deadly, he
considered the ones most tied to our earthly, bodily nature. He reserved the
lowest depths for the fraudulent, the seducers, the flatters. Those who sinned
against our intellect, with the devil at the very bottom. Thompson and Maisano call their writerly version of
these ultimate intellectual sins, the sins of indifference. Although the
sinners of Dante were without hope, there is redemption for even the worst sins
of a writer’s craft. But writer beware – the sins of indifference are the most
difficult to repair.
In the interest of knowing the enemy (especially when she
is us), Thompson/Maisano name the sins of indifference clichés, confusion and –
worst and deadliest of all – boredom.
The problem with clichés is, they once worked so well!
Like Lucifer, they originally bore the aspect of angels. Some were quick and
easy forms of shorthand that packed a lot of information into small packages.
Is that crystal clear? Plain as the nose on your face? Does it make you mad as
a hatter? Do we even know what these tired phrases mean anymore?
Some flattered us into the sins off excess with the
lure of genre-specific clichés – endless, and endlessly trite descriptions of
magic, romance, or bad behavior.
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Stop! I can hear readers crying. Didn’t Metamorphosis (1915) open with a
character waking up? Didn’t David
Copperfield (1850) and Catcher in the
Rye (1951) open with a character addressing the audience? Didn’t Rebecca (1938) open with a dream
sequence (not to mention flashing forward to an interesting event later in the
story)? And weren’t they successful, now classic, tales?
Remember though, clichés weren’t born that way. They
were tactics so brilliant that everybody and her dog used them. Only not so
brilliantly. Notice the dates on those original stories – none of them are
recent. And a century after Copperfield,
the direct address to readers had become so banal that Catcher had to make a deliberate attempt to subvert it. Daphne du
Maurier gets additional mileage from her dream opening in Rebecca by telling us directly that it’s a dream, not pulling any
tricks. And though it’s also a flash forward, there’s actually even more
interesting stuff in the book than the fate of an old mansion.
And for everyone whose critique group has told them never to open with a character waking up, I’ve got to say that waking up to find yourself transformed into a giant insect has got to be out of the ordinary course of a character’s life. It makes me wonder what Kafka’s critique group had to say about it.
And for everyone whose critique group has told them never to open with a character waking up, I’ve got to say that waking up to find yourself transformed into a giant insect has got to be out of the ordinary course of a character’s life. It makes me wonder what Kafka’s critique group had to say about it.
Still, before anyone becomes too discouraged,
Thompson/Maisano urge us to be as hopelessly dull and cliched as we like on our
first drafts. Then . . . do something else.
“Take your first, second, and third ideas and place
them carefully in the garbage!”
Clichés, though, aren’t the only sins of indifference.
There’s also confusion (who did what to who and where and when?) Leaving
questions in a reader’s mind can be a good thing. Or a bad thing.
Good if it makes the reader wonder what comes next, or
whether the character will get what she wants, or even wonder what’s in that
strangely shaped, ticking parcel? Questions go bad when the reader can’t
picture the scene, doesn’t know who’s speaking, or who did what to whom.
And finally, the baddest of the bad, the greatest writerly
sin of indifference is . . . boredom.
Speaking to a meeting of Dallas Mystery Writers,
Thompson warned that there is no way to completely boredom-proof a story. There
will always be somebody who just doesn’t get it, just doesn’t care. We can,
however, make our stories boredom-resistant, by providing them with a unique
character, a daunting task, a strange place or thing, an intriguing mystery or
an unexpected reversal.
There’s not room in the opening pages for us to do justice
to them all. Pick one and do it well. And save the rest for the rest of the
pages of our book.
(Coming – revision doesn’t always need to be hell. One
author/editor finds it the part of writing he enjoys most.)
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