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Summer Reading – What I Learned from Yann Martel

Summer Reading – What I Learned from Yann Martel
Life of Pi - Simply Laughable, Andrea Offermann
Simply Laughable by Andrea Offermann via Nucleus Gallery

 The stars were eager to participate; hardly had the blanket of colour been pulled a little than they started to shine through the deep blue. The wind blew with a faint, warm breeze and the sea moved about kindly, the water peaking and troughing like people dancing in a circle who come together and raise their hands and move apart and come together again, over and over.

-The Life of Pi, pg 220

  Did you just read that word picture? Did you? Cause I read it. And then I read it out loud to my friend Brian. And I was still enamored by it. The rest of that chapter was so beautiful. There’s a lyrical quality, an intelligent lyrical quality to the novel. Martel is verbose, he uses diction that is above average, but is not incongruous with his narrator.

Middle aged Pi recounts the story to the fictional Martel. With italicized breaks the fictional author provides glimpses of the settled, relaxed Pi. It’s a tricky style choice. Some might say that the breaks draw you out of the narrative. But they are subtle, and decrease as the novel develops (or to put it another way – as the reader gets used to Pi’s voice and style).

Here’s the thing, I’m early days in developing the habit of reading Introductions and Author’s Notes, but man(!) are they illuminating. Basically, it’s the key to understanding The Life of Pi. It also establishes that the italicized voice is to be trusted and makes it less obnoxious when it interrupts Pi’s story.

The novel also dealt with some interesting elements – nautical, survival, zoological. The research necessary for all three was convincing for me. And now we’re back to the fancy language. You see, though there were very intellectual, philosophical, religious, and academic notions the novel doesn’t come across as too dense. It’s a fine line to walk Mr. Martel. I’m proud.

And now we can talk about that twist. See, I suspended belief enough to take the story just as it was. The twist totally caught me off guard. I don’t want to explicitly give it away here because I feel bad spoiling entertainment for people. But whew. I mean it’s not the first time animals have been used as metaphors for people and it’s definitely not the first story with “layers” that I’ve read. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised considering how many religious texts and miraculous stories he references. And yet, I found myself bamboozled by the “story” Pi saved for the very end.

Did you see what I did there? I used the word “bamboozled”. It’s a fun word, you should employ it.

Another interesting style choice was telling Pi’s story in exactly 100 chapters. The chapters had no real standard length. Sometimes they spanned pages, other times a chapter was only a few lines. Again, it can be a frustrating stylistic choice. In places it gave the narrative a choppy, disconnected feel.

The thing earlier, about the word-pictures, it happens in patches in the novel. There are other places that evoke the language and thought processes of a castaway stranded at sea. The varying lengths of the chapters helped break up these narrative shifts in a palatable manner.

I haven’t quite hit the place in my career that Martel mentioned in his Author’s Note. I don’t have a successful novel under my belt, but inspiration does sometimes wander away from me. Could I tell the story of a life in 100 chapters? Fill it with the same elements of suffering and trial? And then flip the whole story on it’s ear? Maybe… The only way to answer is to start practicing I guess.

You may or may not have noticed that the order has sort of switched around this week. That’s because there’s a special Harry Potter themed poem going live tomorrow and I felt it was more fitting for the 14th. Hope you like it.

story development

story development

A few weeks ago a friend of mine asked me if I believed “things happen for a reason.”  I gave him a sort of convoluted answer that I wasn’t too pleased with myself, but we continued the conversation anyway. Fast-forward to today and I’m sitting here wondering if this is the correct question.

I may have mentioned this before, but when I was a kid I used to race my dad to figure out the plot-twists in TV shows and movies. As an avid reader, I’m constantly looking for the foreshadowing details and plot devices to figure out what’s going to happen in the last few pages. Sometimes it’s alluded that this is a bad habit and I’ve been working on suspending it so that I can immerse myself into works of art and just enjoy them. (It’s a difficult practice, but I’m getting better.)

Anyway, I know I’ve mentioned before that I like to think of life in story format. Personally, I believe that God is the author for my life. Though sometimes I wrench the pen (or writing utensil of His choice) from His hands and try to scratch out a few lines on my own. They’re usually not very good.

Here’s what ties this all together, at least for me. I think we as humans feel this need to figure things out, assign meaning and purpose to things. We remember our past through a dramatic lens and connect events that may not really be connected in order to give the events more meaning. I’m fairly guilty of this when explaining the events of the last three years of my life. We cast ourselves as the hero, martyr, winner and brush over our own flaws unless they provide a good piece of the plot development.

Sometimes, though, things just happen in an off-handed manner. A throw away comment in your eyes can be a world-perspective changer for someone else. A truth that has become old-hat to you may rock someone else to the core of their foundation. Quick words said in frustration can have the effect of quickly touching a hot stove. The pain spasms through your hand and is gone, but a scar remains, the skin forever changed by its encounter with the heat.

The story goes on, characters changed forever by some small piece. Reconciliation is possible, sure. But once it’s out there… how do you take it back? It’s happened… and someday in the future it will be assigned a reason.

Sidekick

Sidekick

I’ve been watching A LOT of television shows lately, via Netflix and Hulu, you know those time suckers I’m sure. One thing that has been popping in and out of my mind as a result is the idea of the main character and the sidekick.

See, when you write a blog you tend to think of and write yourself as the main character and occasionally you throw in antics of your sidekicks or a shout out to their blog entity. So, since Buffy the Vampire Slayer and 30 Rock are the two shows I’ve watched the most of recently I will translate this pondering into their contexts and compare it to my relationship with Pam.

One of Pam’s favorite shows, if not THE favorite is 30 Rock. I watched the season finale of 30 Rock today and Pam and I have already established that she is Liz Lemon. In the 30 Rock universe if Pam is Liz Lemon that means I’m either Jenna Maroney or Pete Hornberger… so there’s that.

And Buffy has become pretty much my favorite show (of the summer, maybe longer, maybe I should have a whole ‘Reasons I love Buffy’ blog… maybe… maybe not… whatever). Anyway, if I’m Buffy that gives Pam the option of Willow or Xander.

What’s strange is that I don’t really like any of the options for either of us. We’ve had the conversation a couple of times about if our lives were a movie or sitcom (because I think we’d both rather be in a sitcom than a drama) who would play us and how those stories would flow in and out.  We switch things out. And unlike Pam and another friend we haven’t even talked about what the title to our hollywood-ized story would be… but it would have pretty kick-ass opening credits and probably some sort of indie song. Also, there would be lots of jacket and scarf wearing.

I dunno, I guess ultimately I hope that both Pam and I have better love-life stories than Liz and Buffy (things are looking up for Liz, though, Matt Damon as a Carroll is a good thing; Buffy was just doomed).

Maybe we could be in a musical directed by Joss Whedon… I think he’s proven he’s pretty good at that :)

I know that sometimes I can be a very self-involved main-character-type person. I often forget that I am part of a lot more supporting cast type roles than just my one main character role. It’s a weird thing to think about; and requires some effort I think. Sorry I keep going on and on… the musical line should’ve been the last bit.