December 5, 2010 § Leave a comment
From guest blogger David Wanczyk, essayist and Ohio University Director of Special Programs:
“Why are sharks mean?” was the question that propelled “The Way Grown-Ups Talk: Adult Narrators, Childhood Stories,” a panel presentation at The NonfictioNow Conference early last month. The question had been originally asked by the writer Ryan Van Meter’s young nephew, and Van Meter used it to remind us that children aren’t simple (or simple-minded). Kids, he insisted, are brilliant in an idiosyncratic, unexpected way. And sharks, he insisted, are, by most measures, mean!
This panel—which also included Michele Morano, Sarah Dohrmann, Elmar Lueth, and John T. Price—brought to mind discussions I’d been having with my own students in our class, “Writing the Family.” Together, we were reading Alison Bechdel’s Fun Home, Sonja Livingston’s Ghostbread, and Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes, memoirs which, to differing degrees, seek to emulate the thought-processes of children.
Bechdel repeatedly contrasts her adult-voice and her childhood voice to show us how she slowly came to the knowledge of her father’s and her own homosexuality. Livingston uses short sentences and short chapters to replicate the feeling of dislocation she had during a childhood in which she moved constantly. But it’s McCourt who seemed most instructive to my students.
In his ubiquitous (but still excellent) tale of growing up poor on both sides of the Atlantic, he rarely if ever strays from the voice of the growing Frankie. And while Thomas Larson has rightly suggested that “Angela’s Ashes is a triumph of artifice [. . .] that holds back the willfulness and complexity of the adult’s voice,” it’s still useful for emerging writers to look at the specific techniques McCourt uses to construct that child’s voice.
I will list a few of his techniques below with examples from McCourt in the hope that others will add examples from other texts. Let’s be precise when we talk about the various ways writers recreate the brilliant idiosyncracies of the childhood mind. And let’s not forget the meanness of sharks.
How the kid-mind gets written :
1. Kids speak in mostly basic words, but use language they’ve learned from stories and from adults. The contrast can be hilariously apparent.
“We can’t have tea because the milk is sour in the icebox where the ice is melted again and everyone knows you can’t drink tea without milk unless your father gives it to you out of his mug while he’s telling you about Cuchulain.”
2. Kids repeat and ramble, especially when overwhelmed. To emulate this, writers use anaphora (repeated words at the beginning of sentences) and polysyndeton (repeated conjunctions where they’re not necessarily needed). I think this kind of repetition is often used as a shortcut. The syntax blasts us with the idea: I was traumatized and can only relate that trauma in breathless bursts. But that’s a different post.
“My face was wet from his tears and his spit and his snot and I was hungry and I didn’t know what to say when he cried all over my head.”
3. Kids often misunderstand figures of speech and think very literally.
“[She said] Angela’s mother was spotless, so clean you could eat her dinner of her floor. I wonder why you’d want to eat your dinner off the floor when you had a table and chair.”
4. Kids over-generalize in amusing ways. Here, Frankie McCourt believes that his injured Uncle’s strange behavior represents a universal truth.
“People who were dropped on their heads always worry someone will steal their stout.”
5. Kids are rarely sentimental. McCourt often has his childhood self relate the saddest events in the most matter-of-fact ways. [note numbers 2 and 4 at play in this example as well].
“They put Oliver in a white box that came with us in the carriage and we took him to the graveyard. They put the white box into a hole in the ground and covered it with earth. My mother and Aunt Aggie cried, Grandma looked angry, Dad, Uncle Pa Keating, and Uncle Pat Sheehan looked sad but did not cry and I thought that if you’re a man you can cry only when you have the black stuff that is called the pint”
This is just a start. Some of these may be obvious. But my attempt this semester was to move beyond the comment, “He sounds like a kid here” and ask what—in the diction, syntax, and rhetoric—created that response. To isolate and then emulate.
July 25, 2009 § Leave a comment
The NY Times is running a nice series of tributes to Frank McCourt, as they should. He was a sweet man and a fine writer. Today, a few prominent writers and editors weigh in on how McCourt influenced the memoir genre.
William Zinsser offers some interesting thoughts:
Frank McCourt’s “Angela’s Ashes” turned things around, along with Mary Karr’s “The Liar’s Club,” Pete Hamill’s “A Drinking Life” and Tobias Wolff’s “This Boy’s Life.”
Those memoirs dealt with childhoods every bit as terrible as those written by the whiners and the bashers, but they were written with love and forgiveness. These writers were as hard on their younger selves as they were on their elders. They were saying, in effect, we come from a tribe of fallible people and we have survived to tell the story.
And I love this, from James Atlas:
I find it moving that it took Frank McCourt until the age of 65 to find his story and work up the nerve to write it. Asked once at a literary panel what he’d been doing all that time, he answered in his still-strong Irish brogue: “Recoverin’.”
December 9, 2008 § Leave a comment
Advice from Reader’s Digest:
“You don’t need to have had a hardscrabble youth in order to write a memoir. You don’t need eccentric parents. Believe it or not, you don’t need anything dramatic. And you certainly don’t have to publish it.”
and there’s more