Realism in writing
Realism, what is that? When we write stories, is it simply the accurate recording of circumstances and events, the faithful rendering of our characters’ personalities and ways of speaking? Or is it more to do with accurately reflecting what happens in the world, and being a faithful channel for wonderful characters who are very keen to see the light of day, who are longing to have their say?
Currently, I suppose, I tend to the view that realism is what we want it to be. If we are writing about unknown worlds in the future, places and galaxies that exist mostly in our heads, (Terry Pratchett’s ‘Discworld’, for example) we can do what we like, though our internal structure has to be consistent enough to allow the plot to hang together. Our portraits may be incomplete, fanciful, annoying, but that hardly matters if we decide it doesn’t. We might intend to be annoying, whimsical…. So long as we do, and we can carry that off, fine.
I write about people, mainly. I like to think of them as realistic, like anyone I might meet. But of course, I love to think of them as somehow special too, so the gentlemen tend to be handsome, the women are usually very pretty…. I like realism, but not so much that I feel as if I’m eating cold porridge. Make-believe has to allow for a mix of fantasy and realism. So for me there has to be a happy ending – or at least, a satisfyingly ambivalent one; though some people would say that realistically, there ain’t no such thing…!
But there could be. Where fantasy and realism meet, that is where, for me, every happy ending might be. That hope is, I believe, the magic factor that keeps us coming back to stories of ‘real people’, who are just magical enough to lift us up, raise our spirits and swell our hearts with hope.
I do hope you agree.
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January 30, 2017
Make Believe
Fran Macilvey 'Trapped: My Life with Cerebral Palsy', Fran Macilvey, The Rights & Wrongs of Writing 0 Comments
Make Believe
When we write, anything can happen. Literally. The Martians could land tomorrow. The sky could turn black and the clouds could hail frogs and pennies from heaven, refrigerators, even.
That is some power we have, and I believe in it so strongly, that, especially as I get older and feel more acutely the impact my words and feelings have on others, I find myself shying away from angry, sinister or brutal plot lines in novels – I can’t handle them well, because they feel too real and close to the bone.
And because I have to make myself believe in my characters if they are to have any hope of coming alive on the page, I do like to hope for the best, see life righting itself and the good guys win the day. Some realists would say that is a sell-out, but I have to believe in good winning in the end, or I would simply lose the will to live.
Besides, I am well aware that what we believe we find evidence for. Given the way I feel about life and excavate circumstances for their meaning, I have to find the best in all things, even on body swerve days. I don’t see it as part of my job to add to the grief, trauma or bad news out in the world.
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