Tuesday, June 21: High-Heeled Gumshoe
CUT IT OUT
by Melodie Johnson Howe
I am in the middle of teaching at the Santa Barbara Writers Conference, so this will be a short column. My workshop is on “editing your novel or writing is rewriting.” The writers read five pages of their manuscripts aloud and the others critique it; then I give my observations on what the writer should take out, put in, or rearrange to get to their story more quickly.
First of all let me say that the level of work is very good. Alas that does not mean it’s publishable. But it ‘s always easier to work with a writer who can write than one who can’t and doesn’t know it.
The problems the writers have are similar. They begin their novels with too much description of the scenery, the objects in a room, etc. Or they start inside their character’s head giving us an array of internal thoughts that begin to blur the person before he/she speaks to another character. And the one mistake that everybody seems to do is start with the past.
You don’t have to be a new writer to have this problem. In revising my own novel I took out Chapter Two because it slowed the book down by weighing too heavily on the past. It took awhile for me to come to this decision because it was well written and I liked it. But unlike my students, I knew it needed to go. And once I drew a big X through each printed page I could feel my book spring to life.
It’s not easy to tell people that the only thing left of the five pages they just read to the class are two paragraphs. One writer asked me, “Do you know how long it took to me to write that?”
“Yes, I do,” I answered, then I added, “Do you want to get published? And if so, do you think a hurried, harried agent is going to take the time to wade through five pages until you finally reach your opening sentence? Because that is not going to happen.”
I try to do this with humor, which helps relieve the sting of what I am saying. But I know if these writers don’t do what I’m asking they will go the way of so many others. If they don’t have the strength to be objective and ruthless with their own work they’re not going to make it.
As the week goes by these new writers will begin to look tired, confused, and even a little beaten up. Reality is settling in. Some will never get over it and give up. Others will go on and finish their books and not get published. A few, a very precious few, will listen, will think, will X out page after page to get to what they now know is the beginning their story. And, maybe just maybe, they might get published.
Years ago, someone recommended one of those epic trilogies popular in the 1970s. I made the mistake of buying the entire series at once. In the first book, each of the first several chapters was an exposition about the characters, about as interesting as a stack of K-Mart employment applications. I don’t think I made it past chapter 6 before giving it away.
My ADD may have put me off the series, but my damned memory dredged up The Gormenghast Trilogy by Mervyn Peake. The Peake official web site says the family ‘rediscovered’ the series in 2009 (probably holding up the foundation of the house) and plans a publishing event as part of the centennial of Peake’s birth.
PBS web site says: “Titus Groan was published in 1946 to ecstatic reviews. Groan is a dark and singular reverie on a grand scale. Its spectacular milieu of imagination and nightmare is extremely detailed, surreal, and visually precise. Peake wrote with the eye of a painter. Gormenghast was published in 1950 and won the 1950 Royal Society of Literature award (and the 1951 Heinemann Award for Literature along with Peake’s collection of poetry, The Glassblowers). Titus Alone, written during Peake’s struggle with terminal illness, was published in 1959. Although the books made a profound impression on a number of eminent writers and artists, they did not reach a vast public or greatly improve his often precarious financial status. But from the beginning, Peake’s books attracted a loyal following which continues to grow.”
Pity I found the writing so ponderous back then. (sigh)
I read that trilogy back then when I was in college and loved it, especially Peake’s illustrations, although I found the satire in it a little heavy-handed. (Titus’s suicidal father is named “Sepulchrave”—get it? He craves the sepulchre?)
I wouldn’t bother to read it again, though.