There is a commonly agreed upon structure to modern storytelling. We learn about it in class and see it in books and movies, even if we do not understand how it works. First, we meet the characters. Stakes are established. There is a plot, driven by the wants of the various characters coming into conflict. The characters meet, exchange dialogue, and oppose one another. Most of the time, someone comes out on top, their wants overpowering the wants of their antagonist. Very rarely do stories stray from this template. In film we call in the three-act structure. Occasionally there are creators who do everything in their power to break tradition and give us something truly unique. Usually, those creators do not find an audience. Usually.
Month: May 2018
A Story Told in Stone: A Review of The Wise Man’s Fear, by Patrick Rothfuss
There is a simple truth in writing that all great novelists are unintentional poets. There is a flow to their writing, a subtle rhythm that permeates every word choice and grants the book its own melody. The rhythm is not as obvious as it is in poetry, where the music is brought to the forefront. Rather, novels must usually be read aloud to hear the cadence across sentences. The main difference between the poet and the novelist lies in the purpose of those words. Poetry relishes in the power of the words themselves, turning the very act of writing into a symphony. Novelists use their language to bring readers deeper into the plot, submerging us into worlds that would no exist if not for words.
Updated schedule: Review of The Wise Man’s Fear, by Patrick Rothfuss
As it turns out, The Wise Man’s Fear, sequel to Patrick Rothfuss’ excellent debut novel The Name of the Wind, is roughly 1,000 pages long. Unfortunately, that means there will likely be no review this week. I try to post a review every two weeks as I finish each book, but The Wise Man’s Fear requires more of my time. Expect my post closer to memorial day, and enjoy the long weekend!
As a bonus to make up for the delay, I will also read and post a mini-review of Rothfuss’ The Slow Regard of Silent Things, a novella following the daily life of one of Kvothe’s friends when she’s not around him, before the end of May.
In the meantime, go ahead and catch up with my review of The Name of the Wind. I cannot recommend it enough.
Midnight’s Ink: A Review of The Body Library, by Jeff Noon
Storytelling is not defined. Yes, we all know how to structure a sentence. When to use a comma instead of a period. The difference between quotation marks and apostrophes. We learn grammar in school classes, listening to someone stand at the front of the room and lecture about how important it is to know when to use “it’s” as opposed to “its.” All of those are components to storytelling, but they are not stories. You may have heard somewhere, half-remembered, that a story needs a beginning and a middle and an end. That holds true, until you read something non-linearly. Sometimes the best stories take all the rules, throw them out the window, and craft something truly special.