Thursday, January 12, 2006

Hyped writers and I

I hope no one's offended here, but I have to get this off my chest. I've seen it in the Life! paper at Christmas, and the occasional Commonwealth Essay Competition winner's work. But something about it's bothered me, so I buay tahan anymore.
True, the concepts are there. True, the stories are creative and feature stuff I'd never have thought of in a million years. These guys can turn even a random stroll in the park into a true battle of the soul against what it knows to be wrong. Don't misread my meaning. These fine young writers deserve all the credit they get, and hopefully have had publishers sit up and take notice of their talent.
Except... except when I read their work I can't understand what the heck's going on. They have their characters wrestling with a storm of emotions and a chain of events that is somehow related. I mean no disrespect, but can't these stories at least make it clear for the reader what's happening and why it should happen? I'm not sure who to blame. Maybe it's the creative writing teachers who insist on first and second drafts for everything, and demand that emotions are dressed up in language that just screams at us how tragic, how horrible, how dark the feelings felt. And their insistence that only the classical writers' style will do, the kind few modern readers have the patience for. I'm not for one moment suggesting Colfer over Dickens if that's what you prefer, but today read, not emulate, the latter.

I'll give an example. Every Christmas the writers at Life! do a story special about something to do with the Yuletide season. 2005's featured a guy in a pub talking to an elf and going back to his family, though the language the work was dressed up in is a little over-the-top. The mishmash of emotion, events in his life, and final decision are a hard slog, and I skipped to the end which (surprise!) didn't make much sense since I hadn't read the whole thing. Then I backtracked, hoping to make it... but got lost in the tangle of words once again.

Most writers labour in secret. My own work's about three quarters through the first draft, and features a powerful, genetically-engineered psychic... though one may not necessarily lead to the other. And yes, it's inspired by a host of nonfiction works I read a while back, including Lee M. Silver's Remaking Eden. Maybe I'll list the Choa Chu Kang Regional Library in my list of acknowledgements? :)

Meanwhile, we've been having some downright horrible weather. I so hate this rainy spell, so here's hoping it blows over soon to someplace that needs it more...

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