David Bedsole who writes Punk Israel was the first person to e-mail me his response to last week’s writing exercise. For this week’s exercise, please come back tomorrow. Here’s what Bedsole wrote :
Two boys, we stood in the archery field of the camp in rural Alabama, sunburned. He outweighed me by fifty pounds, a hulking kid, matter-of-fact, patronizing, almost friendly. Listen to him:
"I can kick your ass. That's all there is to it. It's just how God made us. God gave you a weak, scrawny body, and God gave me a big, strong body to kick your ass with."
We sweated, and there were gnats that year, gnats in droves, a plague. We both wore khaki Duckhead shorts and white t-shirts. We had seen each other in the showers--me barely into puberty at thirteen, he seemingly on his way out. He was chubby, but solid. I was thin and short, and still hairless all over, hairless everywhere, with a voice that hadn't yet began to squeak.
He had a girlfriend with real breasts and a big imagination. He had adventures with her. Not like me, who had sat in the back of the flatbed truck next to a beautiful redheaded girl, hearing the shocks creak as the truck took the curvy road, enjoying the way we leaned into each other, until her face screwed up in pretty disgust and screamed me away.
Now we stood here, sweating, in this green field, and he waited for my reaction. I waited for my reaction. In my mind I saw him thirty years later, in a business suit, same expression on his face, wry, waiting.
Bedsole takes this exercise and runs with it. He really takes on board what I wrote about precise, physical detail being a way of showing. Yes, we are told ‘facts’ but we aren’t patronized and nothing is given away easily. We are shown this particular relationship, the smaller boy’s feelings of inadequacy, but there’s something open-ended here too which I like. Where there’s room for interpretation, generally the writer is showing.
I like the specifics of the location, in particular the gnats. The dialogue shows a lot about the other boy’s superiority complex. The fact that the smaller boy dwells on the other boy’s physical maturity shows his feeling, without making it obvious. Character in fiction is revealed, often, through what a character notices, their point of view. Bedsole has a winning turn of phrase (“pretty disgust” I like particularly); hey, if you read his blog, you know that, right? There are a lot of adjectives here, not something that Elmore Leonard would like, but though I agree with most of Leonard’s points in this essay on hooptedoodle, I disagree with the stuff about description. My view on description is – scatter it, with precision; don’t go for the obvious; have an odd slant; a new perspective. It’s interesting how Bedsole acts as a narrator here, that “Listen to him”, a rare device these days, but one I like, it gives the narrator an edge.
My only slight point of confusion is in the final sentence. Is he, as a child, imagining the future? Or rather, is he telling this from adulthood, is the last sentence in present tense effectively?
This week’s exercise will be on Point of View. Come back and find it shortly…
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