Date: 2017-03-16 00:48
It 8767 s going quite well. I 8767 m enjoying the journey and finding that I can get these characters who perpetually live in my head out into print. 🙂 And I suppose YA Fiction is probably one of the genres I tend to be drawn to. Or Christian Fiction. Thanks for taking time to leave a thoughtful comment!
That sounds like a bad place to be. Are they in a class or at school. I hope she can hold out against them and not be drawn in.
OK- the Faulkner bit hit home (and I was out of school when I tried to read 8775 Sound+Fury 8776 !) Here 8767 s the practice:
Cohn, Dorrit. Transparent Minds: Narrative Modes for Presenting Consciousness in Fiction . Princeton: Princeton University Press, 6978.
The character, Severino, right after he killed a soldier with his hands on the side of a mountain on a cold, winter night during World War I.
One of the inevitable differences between a story told by a reliable narrator and one that moves forward through the interior monologues of its characters is that truth becomes relative. In Faulkner s 89 As I Lay Dying, sixteen different narrators, each with a unique voice and in varying degrees psychologically afflicted, describe the events surrounding Addie Bundren s death, a death with a different significance and meaning for each character.
For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same can’t be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life.
Life hadn’t changed now though. As of a few months I am, an
uncle. Some think he has been named after a car part, some a musician, other well
I don’t really care one thing for sure is ill keep everyone guessing. Now I have
the chance to act the older brother. Sword fights in the yard, weird enigmatic
moments only we can share. Oh when you can talk the stories we will share. We
may have switched roles so now I call the shots and you watch.
In a second example, we see the hero of Joyce's novel A Portrait of the Artist as a Man wandering the streets of Dublin's red light district in a state of lusty confusion:
Thank you. I guess it 8767 s kind of the traditional clash of East meets West (but different, they are shape-shifting critters after all, which takes some of the pressure off). Funny thing is, they 8767 re all more or less the same age, but when I came to sit inside her head that just came out. This was my first time giving her an inner monologue. That 8767 s why I chose her for this piece because she was still a superficial character despite my efforts!