By Mary DeMuth
I'm reading an altogether fascinating book right now entitled Mockingbird by Charles J. Shields.
It's a book about the life of novelist Harper Lee.Though, granted, it's frustrating that Shields has no first-hand interactionwith his subject, I am learning a lot about what went on behind the scenesof my favorite novel.
Here's what surprised me: Nelle Harper Lee wrote a novel based very closely on her life growing up in Monroeville, Alabama. I knew, of course, that Dill was Truman Capote, that Atticus was a prototype of her father, A. C. Lee. But so many other details correspond to the story as well: A character that looked and acted like Nelle's distant, most-likely manic-depressive mother. A poor recluse boy-turned-to-man who was essentially held hostage by his obsessive father (Boo, anyone?). A trial about two negroes accused of murder. The similarities are staggering.
And all these years, I felt it wrong to base things so closely to a novelist's life. I don't know why I've thought that. Perhaps I've felt that to truly create a fictional world, one must completely make one up.
I suppose that's why it makes sense to me why I am in awe of sci-fi or fantasy writers. They completely make worlds up. Tolkein created his own languages! Now, that's creativity.
All my life I've had this deep longing to create things that no one else had created. I couldn't bear writing a story someone else had written. I've been suspicious of all the Joseph Campbell mythic structures. I wanted to do something new. Something never done before. I know now that there is nothing new under the sun. But I also know that what a novelist does is bring herself/himself into the story in a vulnerable, naked way.
It all makes sense now, thanks to Nelle Harper Lee. When Building the Christian Family You Never Had (a non-fiction book released in January) came out, I felt naked. Frightened a bit.
In that book, I shared the story of my upbringing. Oddly, though, two months later Watching the Tree Limbs came out, and I felt more naked.
More exposed.
More afraid.
Although I had exposed myself through the words of the pioneer parenting book, I felt my soul and heart lived on the pages of my novel.
I used to feel a little annoyed when folks would ask me if I'm Maranatha. I'd say no, of course. Because I want to create something utterly new. But the truth is, Maranatha is a part of me, as I am a part of her. And it comforts me that Miss Lee spilled herself onto the pages of her book; that in a very real sense, she was Scout, telling the story of mockingbirds inthe South.
Maranatha is my mockingbird. I've made her breathe and sing and dance. My soul has enlivened hers.What a deep encouragement it is to me that Harper Lee wrote was familiar to her. That her pen ignited the familiar, bringing words to mythic truths on the pages of one of the most influential books of the 20th century.
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Monday, October 02, 2006
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Mary, great post. I've heard you say that you felt more exposed writing the novel than the non-fiction and I find that fascinating.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had the pleasure of reading Watching the Tree Limbs and when the opportunity came up for Novel Reviews to get a sneak peek at it's sequel, another one of our reviewers, Kelly Klepfer, beat me to it. You'd think on my own site that wouldn't happen. But fair is fair.
I asked her to pass it on to me when she's finished. I know that you're an incredible writer and when a novelist exposes themselves in their fiction, that's the kind of thing I want to read. For me it all really comes down to learning more about the human condition.
Thanks for sharing this with NJ. We're huge fans of yours and after meeting you in person, even more so.
Great article, Mary!
ReplyDeleteYou know what Horace said?
“Mutato nomine, de te fabula narrator."
It means, "Change the name, and the story is told of yourself."
I think authors put a little bit (and sometimes a lot) of themselves into every story they write. Sometimes a story comes along, like Harper Lee's, and it's almost autobiographical.
Bret Lott did that with Jewel (Jewel was his grandmother). Nicholas Sparks told his wife's grandparents' love story in The Notebook.
Pretty neat concept!
I'm writing something right now very close to my hearth and heart. I'm excited about it.
Thanks for a great article!
The power of vulnerability has been proven over and over. That's why it takes such courage to write. Blessings and cudos to you Mary, for being one of them.
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Mary, I JUST finished this book last night! I have been GLUED to it all week. I agree, very fascinating.
ReplyDeleteThanks, all. And Patti, I'm thrilled you liked the book. That really blesses me!
ReplyDeleteNow, if it would just SELL! (Here's my paranoid marketing self coming out of lurkdom!)
Blessings all, as you write the truth in love,
Mary
Mary,
ReplyDeleteI'm reading "Wishing on Dandelions."
So far you've made me laugh, marvel at your word weaving skills, and squirm.
Some novelists are transcendant - transporting the reader into a different realm of reality - you are one of them.
Thanks for writing from your soul.