I had a similar experience this weekend when, after a
marvelous workshop about writerly revision, including the dreaded topic of
clichés (hint: avoid them like the plague) I walked into a discussion at the
Dallas Book Festival about tropes.
What’s the connection between clichés and tropes? Both
are shorthand ways of conveying information without needing to spell out all
the details (a definition cribbed from one of my recently-favorite sites, TV Tropes, which I wrote about earlier this year in "How does a writer juggle a cast of multiples."
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Whether we call them story structures, or archetypes,
or elements, some genres require tropes. Mess with expected tropes too much, and readers will throw down the story in puzzlement, if not outright disgust. The happily ever after (or at least,
happily for now) endings that are de rigueur for romances are familiar tropes.
(Writing a romantic relationship that doesn’t end happily? Call it, as another panelist suggested, “women’s fiction” instead. Different genre, different trope.)
(Writing a romantic relationship that doesn’t end happily? Call it, as another panelist suggested, “women’s fiction” instead. Different genre, different trope.)
Clichés only become clichéd when their descriptions
are so apt that they become too familiar and lose their freshness. Not to
mention become disease-ridden, somewhat in the manner of red-tip photinias in
landscape plantings. Their original virtues of striking aptness and novelty
contain the seeds of their ruin. (Obviously, this whole topic has infected my
writing!)
And although tropes are useful because of their
familiarity, as panel moderator Stacey Kuhnz pointed out, “at some point,
tropes need to be a little bit different,” or risk becoming clichés themselves.
I nodded sagely, only to fear as I was revising a manuscript later that I had also fallen victim to a particularly dreaded cliché/trope -- the mirror image
description.
Decades ago, when omniscient narrators were in style,
writers had no qualms about flat-out telling readers what their story
characters looked like. In Gone with the
Wind, Margaret Mitchell could tell us directly that her heroine Scarlett
O’Hara was not beautiful, but she had green eyes and black hair and the fair
Irish skin that freckled too easily under a Southern sun. No one giggled at
this writerly interpolation. (Besides, we had the fair-skinned, dark-haired Vivien Leigh in the story's movie version to show us exactly how Scarlett looked. And yes, this time she was beautiful.)
When omniscience fell out of fashion, writers found
salvation in having their characters, especially female characters, view
themselves in mirrors to describe – and often critique – their own appearance. And
although I’m now leaning toward other ways to describe a character’s
appearance, I
miss mirror images.
These, after all, have a long and honorable history – dating to
biblical times -- of showing us not only what we look like, but by their
subtle, “mirror-image” aspect, of conveying an eerily different aspect not only
of our outward appearance but also of our personality. In fact, a shadowy,
alter-ego version of ourselves.
What would the fairy tale of Snow White be without the
evil stepmother’s magic mirror? Or Harry Potter’s story without the illusory wish-fulfilling
Mirror of Erised?
When my heroine looks at herself in the mirror, she
doesn’t see the color of her eyes or skin or hair – all too well-known to herself
to comment on – but the color and texture of the bruises on her neck from a
near-fatal encounter with an ex-lover.
Encountering her action again during manuscript
revision, I thought long about it. Isn’t it natural for anyone to examine the
impact of such visible blemishes? Is this a cliché only limited to females? And
if the blemishes are on a part of the body not visible to the person, is there
any option other than using a mirror? Would the mirror use seem less a cliché if
the character were examining her back?
None of my critique partners complained,
but readers will have the final say. Ultimately, I hope they’ll pardon her –
and me – for the mirror image.
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