Teachers of composition typically give small billing
to narrative. Center stage goes to academic, impersonal, objective writing,
namely "exposition." Narrative, if it is considered at all,
is seen as creative, personal, subjective-a short subject, not equal
to the main event. When we look outside the field of composition, however,
we hear other news about narrative. We discover that narrativethe
telling or writing of story, one's own story or those fictitiousis
a more complex act than we teachers of writing have generally assumed,
and as such, deserving more of our attention.
The writer Joan Didion talks about narrative this way:
We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess
is caged in the consulate. The man with the candy will lead the children
into the sea. The naked woman on the ledge outside the window on the
sixteenth floor is a victim of accidie, or the naked woman is an exhibitionist,
and it would be "interesting" to know which. We tell ourselves
that it makes a difference whether the naked woman is about to commit
a moral sin or is about to register a political protest or is about
to be, the Aristophanic view, snatched back to the human condition by
the fireman in priests clothing just visible in the window behind her,
the one smiling at the telephoto lens. We look for the sermon in the
suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret
what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live
entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative
line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have
learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.1
Didion talks of a time in her life, from 1966 to 1971, when she doubted
the “premises" of all stories she had ever told herself, when she
had difficulty imposing a narrative line upon disparate images, when
she doubted the narrative and "the narrative's intelligibility."
Her life, she said, was like a “cutting-room experience"; the images
were like flash picturesshe could not apprehend a plot. This time
in her own life coincided with the chaos she saw about herthe
60's, when everything seemed to be falling apart when the center, as
she says in her essay, "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," was
not holding. The narrative line, then, is a way of centering, of holding
things together, of selecting out of the randomness; it is a forming,
a shaping, a necessary means of making sense of it all, a way of finding
the lesson, the "sermon," of getting to "ideas,"
of seeing and interpreting. We might say that the process involves a
twin movementa selecting out, imposing a narrative line and interpreting,
making sense out of what we select.
In his analysis of oral narratives, sociolinguist William Labov talks
of this process as he argues that narrative is more than a perfunctory
recording of "an a and then a b." Narrative holds within it
two central ingredients: the narrative core (the "a and then the
b") and what Labov calls evaluation. In our narratives we
find an evaluative thread, an answer to the question so what?
Labov says that whenever we tell a story, we assume an audience who
wants to know why we are telling it, that we know they will lose patience
if our story has no pointexplicit or implicit. Labov thus defines
evaluation as the "means used by the narrator to indicate the point
of the narrative, its raison d'etre, why it was told, and what the narrator
is getting at.2
The story then is both selection and interpretation, the structuring
of an event and the evaluation of it, a fundamental means of ordering
and understanding, Didion talks about imposing a narrative line and
interpreting the shifting phantasmagoria. She tells us that when she
could not impose the narrative line and interpret what was out there,
she suffered a mental breakdown. Didion's words echo a number of scholars
from a number of fields who are studying the nature of narrative. From
psychoanalyst to historian to sociolinguist to psychologist to literary
critic, to a special breed of linguist who call themselves narratologists,
narrative is a central concern. The historian Hayden White says, "To
raise the question of the nature of narrative is to invite reflection
on the very nature of culture, and possibly, even on the nature of humanity
itself.3 The terms used to discuss narrative are many: emplotment,
narrativity, anti-narrativity, construct, context chunking, historic
event, event, experience, enclosure. Barbara Hermstein Smith talks of
a process she calls enclosure:
It would seem in the common land of ordinary eventswhere
many experiences are fragmentary, interrupted, fortuitously connected,
and determined by causes beyond our agency or comprehensionwe
create to seek out 'enclosures': structures that are highly organized,
separated as if by an implicit frame from a background of relative disorder
or randomness and integral or complete.4
And Frank Kermode talks of "fictive concords":
Men, like poets, rush 'into the middest,' in medias
res, when they are born; they also die in mediis rebus, and
to make sense of their span they need fictive concords with origins
and ends, such as give meaning to lives and to poems.5
George Kelly, the American psychologist talks about " constructs,"
which he says are "transparent patterns or templets" that
we fit on the apprehendable world. Our constructs are real, they are
systems or structures we live by. We create them in order to interpret
the world and to anticipate events.6 Beginnings and endings
are not out therewe construct themthey are of our making.
We construct our worlds according to how we are able, and if we are
lucky, how we choose. A story is made of constructs. It is a narrative
sequencing that we lay on apprehendable reality, on the shifting phantasmagoria,
on the randomness. And within the large construct of story are smaller
ones: beginnings and endings that we select.
British critic Barbara Hardy tells us that we can learn a great deal
about this process of ordering the randomness when we study fiction.
Narrative, she says, is "not to be regarded as an aesthetic invention
used by artists to control, manipulate, and order experience, but a
primary act of mind transferred to art from life." Writers of fiction
know this point of narrative, they know it better than critics, she
says, and she suggests that we go to fiction to find out about narrative.
She suggests that we study the patterns in fiction to understand how
we organize life.7 I am going to follow her lead and suggest
that we study patterns of fiction to shed light on the writing of our
studentsand for the remainder of this paper, I will look to what
we can learn from fiction about students' writing, particularly their
writing of personal stories.
In the following narrative, let us explore some of those elements of
fiction that give us a way of reading student writing:
When I was in elementary school, I was allowed to wear
only dresses to school; somehow they all merge into my mind now as green
plaid dresses with white, organdy apronsstarched. Pants were allowed,
but not in public. Pants were for after school, insisted upon after
school: as I would enter the house, my mother would say, "Take
off your school clothes and put on your play clothes." To this
day, I still change my clothes the minute I get home from work.
Anyway by the time I had reached fourth grade, I had
begun to wear my mother down, to convince her, first to let me buy a
pair of jeans (which in my mind were far different from pants), and
then, to let me wear the jeans to school. Each day I would ask if today
was the day and argue when I was told it was not: "It looks like
rain" or "I'm playing with Ann after school and we might go
into the woods," or "The Girl Scouts are going on a hike."
And always the answer. "Girls don't wear jeans to school."
One day in the spring, I remember, after it had rained
for a long period and the streets were still deep with puddles and the
path to school was muddy, I asked—and won. My mother agreed. And, finally,
there I was, in my jeans, walking along the main street up the hill
to the railroad tracks right by the firehouse, waiting there to cross
the tracks and climb the wooden steps dug deep into Kinnick's hill,
standing there in my jeans and spring jacket, and there, just as I was
to cross the road, a car came by, fast and dug right into the puddle
in front of me, splashing me all over with water and mud. I turned around
and went home to change into my dress.8
The experienced writer of fiction knows options within narrative for
controlling time, for beginning, for ending, for structuring plot, showing
character, tension, point of view. Here within this little story, we
can look at these same elements of fiction.
Let us begin with time: by looking at the structure of the piece, how
it begins, where it ends, where the "once" appears, how it
is enclosed. The piece begins with a generalized description signaled
by when: when I was in elementary school, this is the way things
were. Patterns of that childhood experience follow, the way things repeatedly
were, mingled with a cross over to the writer's presentthe plaid
dresses merging in her mind now, the changing of clothes now,
as an adult: "To this day, I still change my clothes the minute
I get home from work." The patterns from childhood spill over into
adulthood. The conflict between the two characters, mother and daughter,
is revealed and carried through time in the writer's past until we reach
the once, the "one day in the spring" of the third paragraph.
The story, set into the rainy day, advances with the mother's permission
granted, the walk to the railroad tracks, the splashing, the return
home.
We need to distinguish between the generalized description of the past
and the once, the when I was in elementary school and the one
day in spring, to show the once against the way things were, the
patterns of the past and the way things happened on that one day. The
once happened as it did, never to occur again in the same way,
but the once is seen, against the patterns, the repetitions. Students
need to see the uniqueness, the inscape, the singularity of the event
in relation to the patterns and in relation to the present; they can
then ask what the story meant then and what it means nowand they
can select among, as Didion says, "the multiple choices."
Here then is where interpretation, evaluation livesit may be embedded
or explicit; it may show itself as a moral, "Boy, I learned to
listen to my mother," or as a contrast between patterns of childhood
and adulthood, or as an evaluative thread that runs throughout.
In the telling and in the explaining, the writer has decisions to make.
She may have begun differently, she could have entered the event through
a description, say, of the rain-soaked streets as she draws the curtain
of her bedroom window and then looks, longingly, at the pair of jeans
hanging in the closetor she can show the mother and daughter engaged
in dialogue, bringing to immediacy the argument, the tension between
the characters. Depending upon her intentionsupon how she wants
to see and re-see and upon how she wants her audience to see, she constructs
her story. She selectively attends to the details of her past and her
present. William James provides a useful term hereselective attentionwhich
is a selecting out of the general stream of consciousness; we pay attention
to some objects or details to the exclusion of others. We "welcome"
or "reject" some, we choose "from among them ... all
the while. "9 The critical word here is choice;
out of the phantasmagoria, as writers, we can choose. We can make decisions
about time, about character, about detail, about point of view.
The teller of this story gives us an adult perspective, the adult looking
back upon the past. We see texture, hear distinct melodic lines, and
tones, as we distinguish the child's point of view from the adult's,
the narrator's present perspective set against the past. Does the adult
look back in anger, tolerance, bemusement, wisdom, nostalgia at the
child experiencing the event in anger, frustration, humor?
And what of character? The adult narrator, a character, looks at the
child and the mother as characters within a fiction. The insight into
self as character or characters within the narrative, both of self and
others, opens further still the complexity and richness of choice. Elizabeth
Bruss suggests that writers of autobiography must first know "how
much fiction is implicit in the idea of a 'self."' Students are
surprised to see that they reveal themselves as tellers of a story and
as characters within story. At the same time when they see that they
have choices to make, that they can select, that they can foreground
or background a character, that they can understand their intentions,
they relinquish some of the fear of self exposure, for they need not
tell all about everyoneor anyoneand the seeing of themselves
as characters allows them to consider their choices as matters of rhetoric.
The writer creates the text, the multiplicity of characteristics within
character, the tension between characters (the tension here in this
family that is archetypal, the child tugging against the parent, the
pull between dependence and independence). All this we see in this storyand
more, as wellif we want to talk about plot, about description,
and dialogue.
Students come to the writing of narrative with misconceptions: they
believe they must tell a story in the order in which an event occurred;
they are stuck to chronology, and they fear exposurethey don't
want to tell too much, and perhaps we don't want them to, either, for
we fear their self indulgence and self revelation. In a recent College
English article, Margaret Byrd Boegeman talks about teachers of
writing being generally suspicious of autobiographical writing and of
narrative, in particular. She says that autobiographical writing is
accused of being loosely structured, undisciplined, informal, potentially
self indulgent. 10 It is not the kind of writing students
will be asked to do, out there in the real world. And auto-biographical
writing is exclusively narrative, and we know about narrative: it is
the easiest "form" for students to handle. Autobiographical
writing, we assume, simply writes itself. And narrative is simply a
matter of recording chronology.
I am suggesting that narrative is much more, that we have given short
shrift to it in the teaching of writing. The writer of narrative is
an interpreter, a selector, a giver of meaning, a shaper, a creator
of text. Writing stories out of one's own life involves choices within
the boundaries and conventions of writing. I am suggesting that we need
to expose the conventions that are inherent within even the simplest
narrative to see the life and the poem that is there.
Curiously, if our students were enrolled in our creative writing classes
or in our literature classes, we would help them harness these very
elements as they try their hands at writing and reading fiction. We
would coach them to see these elements within literature, and we would
use the skills we have developed in reading literature. Yet in this
grey area of composition, we do not draw on what we know very well.
Autobiographical writingparticularly the writing of personal
narrativeis not a matter of turning a life into text, it is a
matter of construction. Each time we relate a story, it is both old
and new: there are the events that we draw from our lives that we construct
into a text and there is the newour angle of vision, our selection,
our memory, our vision, our interpretation, our age, the moment of writing.
Kierkegaard in Repetition talks of a double action that is a
simultaneous moving backward and forward. What is recollected has been
repeated backwards, whereas repetition is recollected forward:
The dialectic of repetition is easy, for what is repeated
has been, otherwise it could not be repeated, but precisely the fact
that it has been gives to repetition the character of novelty. When
the Greeks said that all knowledge is recollection they affirmed that
all that is has been; when one says that life is a repetition one affirms
that existence which has been now becomes. 11
"Behold," he says, "we can make all things new."
When we tell a story, we do just that, we make it new. We illumine
the then with the now. The process of enclosing in story then is much
more than a chronological rendering. Within the narrative inheres the
material to interpret, to shape, to give meaning, to ask and attempt
to answer whyto infuse the told with the new. We can help our
students know the power of fashioning constructs, of creating stories,
of making "things new."