| M. C. A. Hogarth ( @ 2008-03-28 17:52:00 |
| Current mood: | thoughtful |
| Entry tags: | writing |
Speaking with a YA Voice
Re-reading Kushiel's Scion has been an interesting exercise for me. It's a novel written for adults, but told from the first person viewpoint of a fourteen-year-old child. Imriel has thoughts like this:
I sat and thought about it until I came to understand how Maslin of Lombardy might hate me for giving him his heart's desire. For caring so little that I could afford to toss it to him as a sop, the least of my undeserved holdings. How my careless charity might be a hateful reminder of the disparity in our status. How he might hate me for being forever in my debt, and how his pride would gall him at the sight of me.
Meanwhile, at fourteen, I was writing things like this:
Today is Sunday. We moved my sister's furniture to Gainesville today. By some strange feat of magic, the couch did not fall off the pick-up and none of us got lost. Anyway, I have a headache from my cold. I've been beseiged by relatives since I've last written (the reason for my headache, the real reason?). I still have no money. Nevertheless, for some unfathomable reason, I am well-content. Maybe it was the piece of cake I just ate...?
I mentioned that I flipped through my high school journals before writing "Hubris" to get a feel for how a teenager writes, and... well, I was a very dramatic and florid teen, and I repeated my words and sentences, and had not-very-clear sentence structure, or in fact any sense of structure at all. The one characteristic that stood out the most was the one I absolutely couldn't use in writing that short, which was that I was not concise. I rambled. And wow, the world ended on every. Single. Page. My WOES were EXTREME.
I wanted that story to sound like it had been written by a teenager, though, and I think I did passably at that. But even as I wrote it I knew I was sacrificing a lot of that teenage "voice" to the needs of the story, to be concise and clear, to tell it well. In no way, shape or form could the me-at-fourteen have had the depth of thought or the skill to write (or speak) the way Imriel does in Kushiel's Scion. Maybe that's inevitable, because the novel is intended for an adult audience... perhaps they'd be bored by the real concerns of a fourteen-year-old. I don't know. But it made me think, suddenly, how hard it would be to write believably for a YA audience from a YA viewpoint. I don't know if I could do it, or if I would produce what Jacqueline Carey did, a novel whose narrator is fourteen only by authorial fiat.
I still like the book, by the way. I'm just thinking out loud here.
Stardancer Home.