One thing that I always remind
people who send stories to me, or who ask me to comment on their work,
especially if it is a long piece, is that there is a certain amount of danger
involved with “too many cool things”.
While we don’t exactly get
overwhelmed by explosions, cursing, violence, and rape, the reality is that the
more you put in to a story, the less likely any one part of it is going to have
the kind of impact you are looking for it to.
This parallels what I said in an earlier entry, that there is such a
thing as too much complexity, even in an 80,000 word novel.
The reason War and Peace is so difficult for most people isn’t the length or
the words themselves, it’s keeping track of a thousand different characters and
dozens of events, some of which are not related to each other at all. And, let’s be honest, your novel probably
isn’t going to be a classic of Russian literature.
Most of the time, I try and focus
on one or two characters, even in a long piece, and let the smaller cast
experience more. Giant legions of
Twitter followers and hundreds of Facebook friends aside, most events in any
one individual’s life only involve a few people anyway.
Since I mentioned that I would
eventually expand on my rant about “compelling background stories”, now seems
to be a good time to explore my conception of a well-developed character.
Santiago, from The Old Man and the Sea, has always been
one of the most interesting protagonists that I have encountered. The beauty of the character is in his
simplicity. What the reader knows about
him is that he is poor, old, and that he fishes in the open water off the coast
of Cuba. It sounds like I am
over-generalizing again, but that is almost entirely the extent of the
background we are given about his character.
And yet, no intelligent critic would ever dare to suggest that the old
man is one-dimensional or weak. Even if
you do, it is often with the understanding that the story itself is more like a
parable, or an ancient myth, passed down in the telling. Yet, it is neither of those things; it is an
intensely personal revelation of the profundity of the human soul and the
majesty of trying circumstance.
In fact, in the story, he is the
kind of character that a creative writing major would likely devote seven or eight
pages of blasé exposition to.
Thankfully, Hemingway ignored the impulse, and shrank the narrative
until we had exactly what we needed.
There are only two characters in
the book; three if you count the marlin.
And they are the only characters that you need to tell that story. It is my contention that if we were all a
little more willing to build stories that way, we would all have far more
interesting stories to share.