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amanuensis1 ([personal profile] amanuensis1) wrote2011-09-17 10:44 am
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Meta, distilled.

Meta-revelation:

A couple of weeks ago I picked up Red Glove by Holly Black, and all through the book I was delighted at how little exposition the book throws at the reader. The book treats the reader like an intelligent creature who can infer from context, as it drops hints at events past and assumes the reader has plenty of imagination to invent the conversations these characters might have had, the details of the lives they've lived before they arrived at these stages in their conflicts. It uses unfamiliar jargon and doesn't stop the action to explain it, since context is plenty. It was one of the first books in a long time that hasn't pinged my annoyance button with tedious blocks of exposition, and I was delighted.

Of course, once I finished it, I discovered it was the second book in a series. *facepalm*

Except, as I lifted my face outta my palm, it made me realize: this is how I like my fiction. How I like to read it and how I like to write it. Where the worldbuilding comes as it comes. Free of dense exposition blocks. Showing the unfamiliar in its context. Assuming the reader can use her brain.

No one style is going to please everyone, but here's my new personal writing maxim: write like it's the second book.

[identity profile] adina-atl.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
I once explained my "fondue theory of exposition" to a new writer who was...not good...at exposition. Exposition is like dry bread: the only way you can get people to chew and swallow it is to cut it up into small chunks and dip it in melted cheese. But it has to be good cheese and a nice dry white wine.

Physical descriptions of people should be used extremely sparingly if at all IMHO. POV characters should never describe themselves! Except maybe obliquely--"She was taller than I was, but then again most people were," tells you that the POV character is short, which is acceptable if shortness is important to his or her character. Eye color is never important unless the character's father is questioning the character's paternity on the basis of it.

[identity profile] lobelia321.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
One of the many things I love about Ursula LeGuin's Left Hand of Darkness is that the reader doesn't find out until about 100 pages or so into the novel that the main first-person protagonist is black. This at once made me reflect on my own prejudices when reading, and made me feel wonderfully liberated that I could now free those prejudices, and it also is powerful in that the protagonist does not think of himself as 'black' but as 'human'.

What a contrast to the ridiculous Life of Pi by Yann Martell which at one point insists that the main protagonist felt like a lonely scared Indian boy. Wut? Never in my life have I felt like a lonely scared German girl. When lonely or scared, I always just feel like a human.

[identity profile] amanuensis1.livejournal.com 2011-09-19 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
I loved Life of Pi, but I must admit I missed that particular bit! When you point it out it does sound embarrassing.

[identity profile] lobelia321.livejournal.com 2011-09-21 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I liked aspects of it, esp. the lost island, but the bit about the boy's Indian brownness was just too cringe-making.
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[personal profile] pauraque 2011-09-19 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Great point.

[identity profile] amanuensis1.livejournal.com 2011-09-19 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
I love your fondue theory, it sounds brilliant! Good cheese. Very good cheese and good wine, yes.

I see contrivances that get used over and over for POV characters to describe themselves. I've told myself that if I ever have a character look at herself in a mirror on page two in order to describe her features, I'm hittin' myself over the head with a copy of the OED.

[identity profile] adina-atl.livejournal.com 2011-09-19 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, god, no. Not the mirror! Or the equally bad "He looked at me and I knew he only saw a slender teenager with crystal-clear blue eyes, alabaster skin, and blonde hair reaching my thighs. He didn't see the real me, the angsty, hackneyed victim of the evil du jour."

Please to be hitting me over the head with the same OED if I use either of these.