Text and Texture in Fiction

Abstract image. Mysterious psychedelic tree. Sacred geometry. Fractal Wallpaper pattern desktop. Digital artwork creative graphic design. Format 16:9 widescreen monitors.This post was inspired by an article I enjoyed: The Crucial Filmaking Elements Causing All Your Movie Feuds by Film Crit Hulk (nom de plume) (http://observer.com/2018/05/the-two-crucial-filmmaking-elements-causing-all-your-movie-feuds/).

Text and texture, sympathy and empathy: the ideas he expresses (and he expresses them beautifully in spite of the typos) are ideas my husband and I have tossed around—less formally, of course—often disappointed by movies we’ve paid good money to see. I’m talking about movies we were excited about, anxiously anticipating their releases for months in advance, even years, only to leave the theater with a big old soggy “meh.” Usually a failure of text, I reckon: the previews sure looked good. Yes, please, Film Crit Hulk, we would like the full experience! Empathy! ‘Merging with Mercer’! All that!

But, I wonder, do I have a bias towards text—or texture? I mean, beyond the fact there are certain types of stories I enjoy more than others. It’s an interesting question. Hard to say. I want to fall into stories, just like anyone else.

(Except for those times when I just want something distract my brain so I can relax. Could that be why quality is trending downward? Are we all of us just that friggin’ burned out? And if so, is there any possibility that this is by design? Consciously or just tacitly nudged along for the convenience for the ones prospering from it…? I digress.)

Back to center:

Newborn Unicorn gallops through magical smoke.I see some of the same problems of imbalance Film Crit Hulk mentions in written fiction (as opposed to cinematic)—particularly in genre fiction, like science fiction, fantasy, and spy novels. For probably obvious reasons, if you have to choose one to fall short on, in film, it will be text (previews still sell tickets), and in novels, it will be texture (people are patient with poor writing if the story’s good, but rarely the other way around).

But, there are some surprising instances of harmony, too.

There are works I’ve read that I’ve greatly admired yet found stylistically difficult to the point of being a little off-putting, sort of a slog to get through: imaginative and unusual, but at times stiflingly overblown. Too many darlings! And yet, those stories have stuck with me—certain scenes and the overall feel of the work—not only do I like them, but I care about them, as a thing, even when the story was simply boy-seeks-girl, something that basic, obscured by a noisy everything-else. Did the manner (texture) in which these authors told their stories help me embrace the substance (text, content, the story)? Were their stories thereby made large? Was it this that allowed me to incorporate the authors’ visions into my own private lexicon of thought, a perspective forever altered? Because that sounds like success to me. Or, was it in fact that the stories were so inherently poignant, once I’d unpacked them, that they hit their mark in spite of overblown language? Still sounds like success. I don’t have an answer to these questions, and I’d like to. The idea fascinates me. Make no mistake, I will choose to read this type of work, again and again, even if I complain. (I do, I do.) I suspect that to some degree, it’s a manipulation: the fact I have to work to get at the nuggets, I value them more, which sort of elevates them in thought and memory. Perhaps in doing so, I’m made an actual part of the story, not passive on the journey, but active. I mean, when you think about it, these authors (my idols, and as such, my mentors) have successfully bent my mind—in their direction, to suit their purposes of communication.

How about that.

Flying Through The Sea StacksBut, let’s switch and consider the all-night-binge thriller. Some have amazing ideas (pleasantly epic) riddled with tension and well-paced actions sequences, yet are written with some of the most shallow, airy, wham-bam diction one could ever hope to see put out by a publisher. If you know what I mean, then you know what I mean. But honestly, I still enjoy them, once I get what they’re up to. I enjoy what’s good in them—I’ve even wondered (heaven help me) whether I enjoy what’s good in them better because the literary fluff has been put aside. Film Crit Hulk says it’s the goal of every filmmaker to hit something like a jackpot by maximizing appropriate text and texture. What’s the texture here, then? Or even the text? The game is vastly different, isn’t it? Texture, I’ll guess, is more in the pacing and choice of action; text perhaps is the unfolding of the good idea, with only enough character development to support reader sympathy. They’ve become part of my lexicon—they have—because their ideas spoke to me. The experience of them spoke to me. Not on quite as personal a level as the literary works mentioned above, but still, reading all night, damned if I didn’t care what happened!

So, what do I do with this?

I’ll continue to think about reader engagement, won’t I?—achieved by a harmonious balance between appropriate texture and text. The fuller, the better. Each the complement of the other. This has got to be the commonality between my examples. Not only that, one might argue that there’s to some degree text implied by a literary texture, that its elevated style becomes part of the story, imposes upon the story’s core natural rhythm a secondary rhythm. But tension is the key, always, according to the experts. Then, perhaps, when done well, the slog-challenge of an elevated literary style may actually add tension to a work—and isn’t tension plus a compelling idea what carries the thriller? When we look at our favorites, they probably meet in the middle: are expressed in enough of an elevated style to transport us artistically—we invest in the journey—but also provide enough of a thrill-ride that we’re swept off and away, to some distant place full of joy and fear where cool things are happening to characters we believe in and care for. That’s the jackpot. That’s when it’s really “cooking with gas.” Wouldn’t you agree?

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