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Gazing Into the ‘Secret Center’ of the NovelPosted on Apr 28, 2011
(Page 3) The truth of the lie This idea of a center, Pamuk says, is what makes a novel different from more linear literary forms such as epics, traditional adventure narratives or romances. He also outlines another thing that makes novels work: the contradiction between believing the novel’s story and yet being aware of the lie. To write or read a novel well, we must be simultaneously naive and sentimental/reflective. A funny and provocative chapter called “Mr. Pamuk, Did All This Really Happen to You?” describes something every novelist on a book tour experiences: readers believing deep down that the story is autobiographical. It isn’t, of course. And yet novelists do draw on their own lives, and they also try with all their might to make readers lose themselves in the story. Pamuk says of his 2008 novel “A Museum of Innocence,” “I intended my novel to be perceived as a work of fiction, as a product of the imagination—yet I also wanted readers to assume that the main characters and the story were true.” Because we know the story isn’t real—or so we’re told—we read novels completely differently than memoirs, say, or anything else purporting to be true. As soon as a book is called a novel, we “start looking for a center, wondering about the authenticity of details, asking ourselves which part is real, which part imagined.” When a novelist lives under a repressive regime, this power of the novel—its union of true and false—takes on yet another twist. The writer can’t speak truth directly, or at least state it as such. But she can tell it under the guise of fiction. When readers and writers maintain the illusion of the novel while also acknowledging its constructed nature, they receive the special gift of this form: to “escape the logic of the single-centered Cartesian world where body and mind, logic and imagination, are placed in opposition. Novels are unique structures that allow us to keep contradictory thoughts in our mind without uneasiness, and to understand differing points of view simultaneously.” In addition to the true/false dichotomy, we expand our minds by identifying with different characters. We can “break free of our selves, become another person, and for once see the world through someone else’s eyes.” Pamuk offers a lot of advice to novelists on how to make readers identify with different characters (some of those ideas are below). With our boundaries stretched, “we also sense that our mind has the capacity to believe in many things at once—and that neither our mind nor the world actually contains a center.” That’s a startling addition to his idea of the “center.” For all these reasons, Pamuk calls novels “three-dimensional fictions.” The phrase makes me think of Borges’ “third tiger” in his book “Dreamtigers.” The third tiger that Borges seeks isn’t the real vertebrate creature “with its warm blood”—the naive or purely natural. Nor is it the mythology of a tiger, the creature of “dreaming, a system of words” and symbols—the sentimental/reflective. The third tiger is something that lies between or beyond them, in a third dimension beyond them both:
This book is rich with advice for writing novels. If these few snippets inspire you, I would recommend you get the book to delve into the details. • The novelist must make every detail of the book “connected to everything else, and this entire web of relations both forms the atmosphere of the book and points toward its secret center.” • Pamuk advises that “just like chess players who anticipate their opponent’s next move, novelists [must] always take into account the reader’s imagination and the desires and motives that animate it. How the reader’s mind is likely to respond is one of the most important considerations for the novelist.” Said differently: “The reader’s intentions are just as important as those of the writer, when it comes to the completion and realization of a novel.” • Pamuk takes the writing workshop adage of “show, don’t tell” in a fresh direction. “[T]he challenge and deep joy provided by the novel come not when we infer the character of the protagonist from his behavior, but when we identify with him. … The novelist who trusts in the reader’s power of imagination will merely describe and define with words the images that constitute the moments of the novel, and will leave the feelings and thoughts up to the reader.” • How is that done? What he calls the “ ‘landscape’ of the novel—the objects, words, dialogues, and everything which is visible—should be seen as integral to, and an extension of, the hero’s emotions.” “Writing a novel involves combining the emotions and thoughts of each protagonist with the objects that surround him, and then blending them, with a single deft stroke, in one sentence.” He illustrates with “Anna Karenina”: “Tolstoy does not tell us what Anna’s feeling are as she rides on the St. Petersburg train. Instead, he paints pictures that help us feel these emotions: the snow visible from the window on the left, the activity in the compartment, the cold weather, and so on. … • Novels create identification by entering the characters’ senses. “What matters is not the individual’s character, but the way in which he or she reacts to the manifold forms of the world—each color, each event, each fruit and blossom, everything our senses bring to us.” • He dismisses the “article of faith,” articulated by E.M. Forster and accepted “naively and uncritically,” that characters simply take over novels as they’re being written. Rather, he says, the center begins to take over. “[J]ust as the sentimental-reflective reader goes through the novel trying to guess exactly where the center is, the experienced novelist goes along knowing that the center will gradually emerge as he writes, and that the most challenging and rewarding aspect of his work will be finding this center and bringing it into focus.” • How does he himself proceed? “While one corner of my mind is busy creating fictional people, speaking and acting like my heroes, and generally trying to inhabit another person’s skin, a different corner of my mind is carefully assessing the novel as a whole—surveying the overall composition, gauging how the reader will read, interpreting the narrative and the actors, and trying to predict the effect of my sentences. … The more the novelist succeeds in simultaneously being both naive and sentimental, the better he writes.” Cherilyn Parsons lives in Berkeley, Calif. Her feature stories and essays have appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle, Los Angeles Times, Online Journalism Review, New York Newsday and literary anthologies. She works at the Center for Investigative Reporting and holds a master’s degree in professional writing from USC.
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By etoile, May 13, 2011 at 12:40 pm Link to this comment
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Many years ago I sat in a room with assembled others and Allen Ginsberg who
voiced a concept, which to me at the time, being quite young, was a truly
revelatory statement. He said that “Life should be lived creatively.” I’ve never
forgotten these words of wisdom. Creativity eschews habit and automatic thinking
and reflexive re-action, it’s a gestation and birthing process, which to paraphrase
Bob Dylan:
“Those not being born are dying.”
Report thisBy lancemfoster, May 5, 2011 at 11:41 am Link to this comment
I liked what gerard had to say about living our lives as our art. I knew a guy
once while doing an archaeology project out in Washington in the 1980s that
said the same thing.
As far as his mentioning stasis in connection, stasis is a static condition. By
definition, life is always changing…until death. Thus life finds its stasis in
death.
When art is truly achieved, beauty is also achieved (by beauty, I don’t mean
simply aesthetics, because the very ugly can also have beauty…the sheen of the
rainbow in the oil slick on the surface of the Gulf spill is both beautiful AND
ugly). Goya’s work is arguably monstrously ugly, “Chronos Devouring His
Children” for example, yet it is also a high art and also beautiful.
The great thing about living one’s life as one’s art is that it can be taken to the
Report thisheights…or the abyss, for beauty can be found in either extreme. Or can it.
Now that’s a real Pandora’s box.
By cherilyn, May 3, 2011 at 11:12 pm Link to this comment
Gerard, why “forget it”?
Your comments made sense to me, at least until the last three paragraphs (I didn’t
Report thisget what you meant by stasis in particular).
By gerard, May 1, 2011 at 10:44 am Link to this comment
Postscript: Forget it!
Report thisBy gerard, April 30, 2011 at 9:41 pm Link to this comment
Fundamentally, artists are trying to create order out of chaos, to make sense out of nonsanity, to reveal order at the heart of chaos. Their works are judged (consciously or not) by the compexity of the elements they choose to mould and the degree to which they succeed in bringing order out of chaos.
The enjoyment we feel as observer or reader is an indication of our own ability to percieve the elements involved, the way the work is shaped by the artist, and the degree to which we can relate the whole enterprise to our human experience of life.
We “enjoy” Michelangelo’s paintings not because we believe in God but because he was able to evoke the spirit of the biblical creation as an act of perfection, a beginning that presents the fulfillment of a human creativity which we as individual humans we long to experience, yet, being humans, cannot often achieve. The enjoyment is an inward satisfaction that treats an inward longing. Not everyone is aware of the longing, but consciousness of the longing very likely increases the enjoyment of the art.
A symphony with its various movements, though working with different materials, conjures up the same sort of satisfaction. It makes explicit the process, the struggle, the achievement of forming unities among disparate parts that result in an inward satisfaction that speaks to the completion of an inward longing.
A literary work of art functions in a similar fashion toward the same goal—the assemblage of disparate parts into an ultimately satisfying resolution, achievement, resignation that creates in the reader a sense of fulfillment in contrast to the usually-all-too inartistic, chaotic flounderings of the narrative of ordinary daily life.
In effect, art, in process, achieves stasis in beauty while life, in process (in spite of all our struggles) finds stasis only in death.
We have yet to conceive of the idea of our personal lives as works of art. Enmity, greed and murder all move us in the opposite direction, making out of personal and social lives little more than examples of horror and pain—and that, in spite of all efforts to glorify and sanctify human existence.
Without the arts we would have perished long since.
Report thisBy etoile, April 29, 2011 at 9:49 pm Link to this comment
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Pamuk’s literary paradigm seems to be a highly structured conception of the
literary form. Indeed the form seems to be the dictator standing guard over the
spontaneity of content. Much of literary creation is a symbiosis of imaginative
serendipity informing structure. It is an elusive process whereby a writer
struggles to intuit a world and populate it with a humanity that is vibrantly born
of it.
There is much insight and merit in E.M. Forester’s pronunciation that
Report this“characters simply take over novels as they’re being written.” This is not simply
a naïve faith in the momentum of creative writing as a road with signposts up
ahead; it is a key illumination of the process itself. Great writers have labored to
produce valuable works of literary merit, but not in the way Pamuk would have
one believe. Masterpieces are not constructed the way architects design
buildings with calibrations and industrial components.
By camnai, April 29, 2011 at 7:41 pm Link to this comment
‘Goon Squad’ is a song by Elvis Costello on his 1979 album ‘Armed Forces’ (it was
Report thisthe first song on Side 2).
By anntares, April 29, 2011 at 1:23 pm Link to this comment
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A note about Moby Dick’s center as obsession. When he was writing the novel,
Report thisMelville wrote a letter to a friend that discussed the line between insanity and
creativity. I can’t remember if he used the word obsession or compulsion. Either
one works. He said it is very thin: depends on whether the compulsion/obsession
is in control of you, or you are in control of the compulsion/obsession.