I can’t stand novels that
jump forward or back time without a few markers or anchoring descriptions.
Perhaps it’s a literary pet peeve or something I find aesthetically annoying,
or it could be I lack mental acuity or am too muddled in my daily life to suss
out broad leaps in narrative time. But I read a lot and when authors do this it
never fails to irk me.
When I’m reading a novel
and this happens, I muddle through a couple three sentences thinking, “What?”
As Margaret Atwood proclaimed, “Don’t give readers a what moment.” These transitions (or really the lack of
them) pull me out of the narrative and, thus, the enjoyment of the book. “Where
am I?” I wonder. “When am I?” “Which character am I with?” I don’t find it
clever, or twee, or avant-garde to jack a reader around this way. This is
either subterfuge on the part of an evil dictator author or laziness. And
whatever the reason, I have to reread these sentences until I get the author’s
gist- yes, we’ve moved a decade forward in time and now Joe is the
point-of-view character.
Films don’t make jarring
jumps in time, at least the well made ones don’t. I think of the BBC version of
Pride and Prejudice (the one with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle). Because the
narrative of the story takes place over many months and sometimes there’s not
much going on between say summer and the following spring, the film shows us
the passage of a great deal of time very quickly. For instance, we see
Elizabeth on one of her walks, her bonnet is tight, she wears a long sleeved
jacket with gloves. As she walks, we see that the leaves on the trees are
different colors- red, orange, yellow. And if we, as viewers, are in any doubt
about this big shift forward in time, the film bangs it home. We hear
squawking, as does Elizabeth, and we see her look up as the camera angles to
the sky. There are geese, V-flying south. Autumn. And that's all we get in scene for the whole season. Then the film moves onto winter, the Bennet's holed up in their house, frost on the windows, Mr. Bingley likely gone from Netherfield forever.
In her last novel, "The
Years", Virginia Woolf employs these transitions. She’s quite fond of them and
spends several paragraphs of each chapter making such openings. For instance,
these are the hallmarks she gives at the very beginning of the novel.
1880It was an uncertain spring. The weather, perpetually changing, sent clouds of blue and of purple flying over the land. In the country farmers, looking at the fields, were apprehensive; in London umbrellas were opened and then shut by people looking up at the sky. But in April such weather was to be expected.
This is just a little
taste of her opening setting-the-scene paragraph; it goes on for 445 words.
Seventy-five years after
"The Years" was published, we don’t have much tolerance (or attention span)
for such lengthy expositions, but that doesn’t mean authors shouldn’t employ
them. I keep a calendar for my characters- Thursday, December 23, 1999- trip to
the OVR- so that I know at any given point, in any given scene, I know exactly
what day my character occupies. I like using this site to give me the days of
the week and the dates.
It might not seem vital, but in the case of the above example, I wanted a day
close to Christmas, but not when this particular office, the OVR, would be
closed. (I even called the office itself and learned that they are never open
on Christmas Eve, even if it falls on a weekday. Thus, it had to be December 23rd
or earlier.) Though I don't give the date of this scene, I do mention that "Christmas is the day after tomorrow." I hope in doing so that my readers are anchored in time and the many transitions I have during the part of the novel don't give anyone any what moments.
Authors can also show
years pass in mere sentences. As a personal preference, I LOVE this. The most elegant way I’ve ever seen this done was
with Gloria Naylor’s "The Women of Brewster Place." In one particular scene she is showing not only many years passing, but a character growing up. She narrates this scene cinematically.
We have an unchangeable anchor, a chair, and we have the passage of time
shown by the son’s legs lengthening (growing, he's aging) in comparison to this inanimate object.
Another reason I prefer
these transitions is that I’m fond of cliff-hangerish chapter endings. Like a
roller coaster, we can’t always be rising to the top of the structure. And we
can’t be forever cresting over the edge. And no matter how hard gravity pulls us back down,
there’s a bottom somewhere. There’s got to be some level bits in there, even if
there are curves. So, for those suspenseful chapter endings, or even when
there’s an emotional blow, revelation, or narrative bang, I like a little
smoothness to even me back out before the tension builds again.
So more transitions, please. Anchor me and other readers in the who, when, and where before moving into the what and how. I know I'd be grateful.
Photo by Curt Richter |
Sabra Wineteer grew up in Moss Bluff, Louisiana.
She has since lived in
England, New Zealand, Germany, Missouri, Tennessee, Texas, and currently
lives in rural Pennsylvania with her husband and their three tweens.
Her work has appeared in TWINS Magazine, storySouth, The Rumpus, 7X20,
and the anthology 140 And Counting. She has workshopped her fiction with
Antonya Nelson, Charles D'Ambrosio, and Margaret Atwood. She is the
2012 Joyce Horton Johnson Fiction Award recipient and founder of Talking
Shop, an upcoming online literary community. Her current
work-in-progress novel is complete and almost finished.
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