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In Defense of David Gilmour; In Defense of Literature

27 Friday Sep 2013

Posted by John Hanson in Censorship, Literary, Politics, Prose, Writing

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So David Gilmour expressed an opinion about male and female novels, about the differences in writing between male and female authors. The literary world is in an uproar, and everybody is calling Mr. Gilmour sexist. What a bunch of hypocrites. What a bunch of close-minded, narrow-thinking, unappreciative know-it-alls.

Sexual preference exists. These same amateur literary critics also likely jump all over homophobes arguing that freedom of sexual expression is a right, it is fundamental; you cannot and should not degrade, legislate, or demean sexual preference. Yet when a university professor expresses a sexual preference, you raise your arms and voices and tap the keys harder.

Are there really differences between male and female authors? Are there fundamental, sexual differences in the writing characteristics of the two sexes? Google chatter says there are differences. Aren’t male written stories more plot driven, more active? Aren’t female stories more character focused, more internal? Ask any literature professor, any avid reader, or any well-read author and the answer is a resounding yes.

Cannot a male reader prefer books written by male authors? Cannot female readers prefer books written by female authors? Well of course they can. It would be excessively silly to suggest otherwise. Ask yourself which you prefer. If you had to choose three books to read for enjoyment, for the ultimate literary escape, would the authors of those three books be male or female? It’s likely each of our preferences swing one way or the other, but whatever you do, never express your preference lest you are labeled a sexist bastard.

If you accept there are differences in style between the sexes – and doubtless many do not accept this premise – can we not at least acknowledge such differences exist? Shouldn’t we? The mass-opinion that David Gilmour’s opinion is unacceptable suggests the answer is no. You are saying that opinion is wrong, that expressing such an opinion is wrong, and that teaching a course based on such an opinion is wrong. But isn’t this filtering, censoring? If we extend this opinion over the accepted style differences, are you not expressing the opinion that such style differences are wrong? Are you not saying we should lump all literature into one category? Let’s run with this idea. Let’s filter all sexism, all sexist elements out of literature and write standard prose, standard themes, standard characters, standard styles. Let’s do away with the primarily plot driven novels, those generally male written, externally focused stories. Let’s ban all of the Lee Childs and Elmore Leonards. On the other side of the ledger, let’s also do away with the chick lit stories, romance novels primarily read by women. Let’s kill all internally focused, character driven novels women are so much better than men at writing. Aloha Miriam Toews and Lisa Moore – two female novelists I love but cannot Jesus understand – and while we’re at it, let’s do away with all zombie, vampire, and werewolf literature, all trash, in my humble opinion. Let’s require all literature to be middle ground, a balance of internal and external conflict, light, funny, David Sedaris stories.

Do I sound like Fahrenheit 451? How dare I ban books? How dare I prescribe a writing style? How dare I suggest filtering what people read? How dare I suggest it’s even okay to bash other peoples’ opinions of what is or is not good fiction? But isn’t that what you David Gilmour bashers are doing? Aren’t you saying it’s sexist to prefer male novels? Aren’t you saying it’s wrong to take sexists views? Isn’t this a slippery slope? Sexism now, socialism later?

I hope literature always pushes the edges of convention. I hope authors and readers always express their true feelings and preferences. When we cave to convention, literature dies. Civilization dies. You do not need to agree with David Gilmour. You do not need to agree with anybody. All I ask is you accept the need to focus on the edges, to push the boundaries. The last thing I want is for David Gilmour or any other professor to teach a watered down, fluffed up course to hurt nobody and please everybody. That’s not how we’ve grown as humans. That’s not how we work. That’s not how we read.

*John is currently writing a novel that Donald Maas might label 21st Century Fiction — a story with a strong external plot and a deep character transformation, a male-female cross-breed, if you will.

Writing To Prompts

05 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by John Hanson in Grammar, Literary, Prose, Word, Writing, Writing Prompt

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I started a writing group at our library where we write to prompts. I call it Writers Huddle. I usually pick simple words and we let go, write until everybody is finished, and then we read what we wrote. In two and a half hours we usually get through three or four prompts. Our first prompt is always Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Wednesday prompt. This week’s was “front.”

Here is my poem followed by what I wrote at the library.

In front of all the hard work are our words
They stand, some proud and some tall
Some weak, and some will fall
But they stand up front
Like kids in a choir
Embarrassed in front of all the eyes
Lights shining down
Like those kids who want to cry

Our words stand on the road
Like a soldier off to war
Carrying the load of a nation
A family
A town
Don’t leave them unproud
Don’t give them a reason to hang their heads
Do your patriotic duty
And tell the story

Our words stand our front
A defense of our hearts
Our values dripping off their branches
Our emotions tangled in their serifs, ascenders, and tails
Our words are all they’ll see
Pick the best ones

This is unedited, and of course it has issues. Are our words. Gawd. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this poem this week. I felt into it, and I suspected more from our library session. Here is what I wrote there. I decided to keep it short. I leave it open for people to decide what they want to write. It can be poetry, prose, an essay, a historical note, whatever. It doesn’t matter. We just write.

He hates when fronts blow in, and stay. Rain, fog, the constant stickiness, life’s problems running down your armpits, your back, and into your butt-crack, lost who knows where, just like this story.

I achieved a laugh badge.

There were nine of us last night, and we engaged in some discussion. I won’t get into it, not in detail. What gets written at Writers Huddle stays at Writers Huddle. We discussed purple prose, free indirect speech, trope, and plural and singular versions of to breath and wether we could hear breath or breathing. Really, it was interesting.

I started antibiotics yesterday for an abscessed tooth, and while I waited in the dentist’s office, I felt anticipation, and I saw someone wash their hands with antiseptic soap. Our second prompt was anti_____.

“You’ll be okay, he said, and he wished he could take them back. He knew she wouldn’t be. How could she ever be the same? Mercedes Benz Coupes can be replaced. Diamond jewelry can be replaced. The physical – aspects of a relationship can be replaced. But there is no antidote for a broken heart.

Bah. Two dangling sentences and an incongruent conclusion. Nothing leading into it suggests poison, so does antidote make sense? This was a response to a prompt. I wrote it very quickly. Bah. But I enjoyed writing it. My mind went places I never expected to go. I wrote words I never would have written otherwise. 100% success, eh?

Our final prompt was a little different. The assignment – write around a letter. Then we’ll try to guess which letter you wrote around. Use techniques as you wish – alliteration, consonance, onomatopoeia, or whatever – or include the letter as a subject, somehow.

This was a fun prompt. I described it as trying to ride a tricycle with two wheels. It hauls you off into tangents simply to incorporate letters. I also described this as a brute force approach to lyrical writing – somewhere in there is a good sentence. Extract it and use it.

Standard Oil Company, the red, white, and blue gas station. Patriotic. Overrun with rednecks dodging rattle snakes hissing in the shadows. Strolling into the endless sun to piss six hours of desert driving and a warm cooler of Coors Lights into the sand.

Susan the simpleton watches the day’s excitement from behind the shaded glass, the barred resistance of forced entry. An endless emptiness echoing Shondelles tunes over and over and over until Sammy finally shuts the shit off.

Can you guess the letter I wrote around? Can you see the images? Can you feel the setting? I could. Five minutes of writing around the letter s.

Prompt writing. Get a group together for a couple of hours and write to prompts. Start simple and experiment. Question but don’t judge. This is fast, open, creative writing. It’s not meant to produce quality but to engage your mind. Try it. Run with it. Watch your confidence and attendance grow.

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