Stories & Soliloquies

Stories & Soliloquies
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      • On Allegory and the Death of the Author

        Posted at 10:00 am by michellejoelle, on November 26, 2013

        After thinking about my post the other day, “It All Comes Back to Stories“, I wanted to come back to the ideas I started at the end. Basically, when it comes to dealing with clearly stated messages, we have a tendency to recoil and retreat back into examples, images, and stories. A dense philosophical text makes more sense to us if we can turn it into a story in our minds. I’m all for this.

        However, I mentioned in the second part of my essay “Sacramental Imagining” that I agreed with Tolkien’s assessment of allegory – that it exacts a kind of tyranny on its readers that was a little unsavory, and eminently harmful for the story. I’d like to qualify that sentiment. While I still think that stories work better as applicable metaphors than as rigid allegories, I do love the cave in Plato’s Republic, Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia, Orwell’s Animal Farm, and even Tolkien’s own Leaf, by Niggle. All of these are allegories.

        The thing about these allegories is that with the exception of The Cave, they are great stories as much as they are devices, and as such they can be reapplied to different situations or messages, or taken just as stories in themselves. Leaf, by Niggle can tell us as much about art as it can the afterlife, and Animal Farm is as much a lesson in the perils of power as it is a lesson in Russian history. And they’re eminently entertaining as mere stories.

        On the other hand, Plato’s Cave may not have much of a story by itself, but it is employed not subversively, but openly – it makes no pretense to trickery, but instead serves as explanatory example of principles argued for conceptually in previous books. It seems less tyrannical for its honesty. Beyond this, you can easily find ways of seeing lessons in the allegory of the cave that go beyond merely illustrating Socrates’ point in context. People take it out of context all the time, to great effect.

        But allegory is hard to get right. You want the message to work without dominating the reader. You want to be able to see the message, but still have the story work if you don’t. But in the latter scenario, is it still the same story? In Walter Benjamin’s Arcades Project, he develops an idea of historiography as a dialectical disruption, an academic move which tears a moment in time from its both its place in the temporal flow, losing sits places in chains of cause and effect, as its lateral context. It becomes something new and different when ripped free and concretized by the outside observer who is mired in her own flowing context. You want to disrupt the one-to-one comparison just enough to allow for some imagination in interpretation, but if you’re trying to say something specific, something you think is important, it can be tough to let it be so ripped from you and its intended context. It cannot be easy for an author to send their story out into the world, where it might – or will – be torn from them and created anew by readers. Overt allegory is one way of planting firm contextual ground in your work, one way of keeping an auteurial hold on a story so it cannot rip free and be cast off alone into the wind.

        Posted in Essays | 0 Comments | Tagged Allegory, Animal Farm, Chronicles of Narnia, Plato, reading, tolkien, writing
      • Sacramental Imagining Part 2

        Posted at 8:53 am by michellejoelle, on November 4, 2013

        I started this essay after meditating on my preference for writing and reading in environments that are beautiful, natural, majestic, cozy, and old – environments that have texture and history and meaning unto themselves, which smell like old books or pine needles in the rain, with light filtered through stained glass, or a large window overlooking trees or a stream. In the first part, I focused on my experience of writing as it is rooted in my physical surroundings.  In part two, I turn my attention to the potential consequences of experiencing writing in this way. 

        Part 2: The Reader

        If the writer brings more than just the literal story to the table, the reader does too. There’s a double texture born of a confluence of a writer’s experience and a reader’s.  The underlying texture of the words written or told can roughly intertwine with the wordless texture of the reader’s imagination to create something beyond what the words plainly state to access what they say, and not just what they say in general, but what they say to the reader.

        I imagine the reader’s thoughts as the tendril-like loops of the soft side of Velcro. They reach out and curl around the rough threads imparted by a writer as the story sinks its hooks into the reader, and temporarily binds the two together. At least, this is how I like to imagine it. When we put down a good book, we say we are “tearing” ourselves away.

        But I know that not everyone does this when they read, and that not all great writing is done in environments of great meaning or beauty, in which case it is likely that when I read, my own sentimentality comes crashing over the text like a sloppy, open-hearted tidal wave.  Or perhaps I am right and every writer does this whether they want to or not, and their surroundings leech into their writing and give it meaning even when it isn’t beautiful, granting the words something that affects me nevertheless.  In some cases, it is probably the very lack of sacramentality on the part of the writer that allows readers to take a work in their own ways – this could, in fact, be the very best kind of writing, for it imposes nothing upon the reader.

        On that score, I agree with Tolkien’s distaste for allegory. He explains that intentional allegory, in which a writer intends a particular message, the writer exacts a kind of tyranny over the reader and limits their interpretational possibilities. The same is true in non-fiction writing that has an agenda, or in philosophical writing that is manipulative rather than expository. It is certainly true that overly saturated writing can be prohibitive, or else come across as too thick with intention to leave us comfortable enough to have our own sacramental experience.

        But that doesn’t mean the tacit experiences of the writer and the reader have to be mutually exclusive, and I don’t think that meaning has to be subtextual to be authentic. Augustine, in his Confessions, expertly layers in metaphors of nature and wildlife that have no overt connection to the message of the text, and yet enhance the reading experience. Whether he did that on purpose or whether it bubbled to the surface on its own doesn’t really matter.

        Is there a way to have a transcendent experience of writing that doesn’t transgress on the reader? Harry Potter oozes the sentiment of its writer and traps its readers in such a totalizing way that people want to live in that world. I can’t see this as a bad thing. However, there are other works where this same trait turns manipulative, and leads readers to an obsessiveness that seems less than optimal. The difference, I think, is that one model invites readers to come in, with all of their baggage, and stay for a while. The other commands the reader’s attention and downplays the importance of what they have to bring to the table.

        What is the writer’s responsibility to the reader’s freedom? Should a story latch onto a reader’s consciousness and take it along for the ride, or merely offer suggestions for the reader to run with? When I write, I feel what I’m writing with my whole body. I enter the character, and I look around to see what’s there, what feels natural. And I can’t do that without taking my surroundings and all of my baggage with me. It’s reciprocal, and I don’t know if I could separate myself from if I tried. I think the trick is to let myself feel what I need to feel when I write, but not try to control what the reader feels, not demand that the reader feels what I feel.

        Of course, how a writer achieves that is another question. I’ll save that for another day.

        Posted in Essays | 3 Comments | Tagged reading, tolkien, writing
      • The Comforts of Reading

        Posted at 10:02 am by michellejoelle, on October 31, 2013

        I just read this post at Reflections of a Book Addict by guest poster Kelly Lauer; she sums up neatly why books are so comforting. This quote, in particular really gets to the heart of it:

        Books didn’t care if I didn’t know what the curse words meant.  Books didn’t care if I missed all the sub-context.  Books really didn’t care if I wore that neon green stegosaurus sweatshirt every freaking day.  Books don’t judge; people have the corner of the market on that one. And books were always there for me, because I was lucky enough to be surrounded by them and to be my mom’s daughter.

        I love this. Reading books is so important not just because they expand our minds, but because they do so gently, and without any pressure. I am a teacher, and I find great value in discussion, but it can often feel combative, or like a test. Books are patient, and willing to explain things to you over and over, and if in the end something is missed, there’s no shame. Lauer puts a point on why books can be so comforting, even when the material is uncomfortable. They give you a chance to face a challenge or problem without requiring that you are fully prepared to defend yourself or even to change something – not until you’re ready to, at least.

        Books let you feel at home in difference in a way that little else does.  They let you come and go and don’t mind telling you the same thing they told you the last time you came to visit.

        For all my love of books and reading, I spend a lot more time re-reading than I do picking up new books.  There are some obvious reasons – I like the comfort of revisiting a familiar world, getting new insights and details that I couldn’t have foreseen but which now seem so important given what I know of the ending.  But I think I actually prefer re-reading to reading the first time. Especially with non-fiction books, I sometimes find myself using the first read to create a scaffolding in my brain so that on the next time through, I can pick the bits I like and hang them where they fit best, so I can process everything, and try out new ideas. Then on a third read, I furiously redecorate everything until I get it all just right, and inevitably, I rummage around and find new things that I hadn’t originally had a place for, and the whole thing must be taken apart and the scaffolding rebuilt anew.

        I think I’ve read Plato’s Symposium at least twenty times in full, and have taught it nearly as many times.  I’ve read countless student papers on what the main message of text is, and yet, I still can’t decide if we’re meant to think the Beautiful is within our grasp, or if we’re all just the victims of a grotesque joke, like the poor split androgens in Aristophanes’ speech who think they’re happy when they find their other halves, but who have actually forgotten what they had wanted in the first place – to overthrow the gods, to get back to their cosmological parents. I think it must be the latter, as I’m sure I can read it another twenty times and never really know.

        But at least I have the comfort that the book will be there for me, should I have the urge to return and rummage around a bit more.

        Posted in Essays | 0 Comments | Tagged kelly lauer, reading
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