I haven't read Zafon's novel but, after Sharon's introduction to it on Wednesday, it's been added to my (impossible) TBR pile.
What caught my attention is the first bit "an intimate ritual." Call me dense, but the rest lost me somewhere--the muddled metaphor of mirrors offering glimpses of our insides. But it sounds romantic (if you don't think about it too hard. I mean, I've never glimpsed my pancreas in a mirror, nor do I care to.) Full points to Zafon!
Reading is not a natural act. Meaning, if we left our toddler to his own devices he would learn to "read" images and symbols, but not many words. The act of reading a word, then translating it into an image that represents a symbol of an action is complex and, in some sense, unnatural. A look at literacy rates in North America can only confirm how difficult of an act reading is to learn, practice, and master.
Reading takes thousands of hours of rehearsal. Thousands of hours spent alone (minus the time spent listening to the Library Lady, a good teacher, or loving parent) engaging in the triple of act of recognizing word symbols, comprehending them, and translating them into meaning/action, and doing this very rapidly.
Is it any wonder that writers understand every moment a reader spends with their work as a sort of sacred time? A passing of one's soul through the other's. Writers move into the intimate ritual of aloneness as a ghost beside the reader while the pages turn. We want to participate fully in a feast of words we are not invited to. The feast enjoyed by the solitary reader.
What's the first thing I think of when I contemplate this feast? Of entering into the "intimate ritual" of a reader?
Word choice.
I take it as a personal responsibility to the reader to fully engage her process of mastering reading by offering rich, textured words that evoke sensation, complex symbology, and atmosphere. The weapon of choice?
Nouns.
Ah, you thought I was going to say verbs, didn't you? Smart you. Of course verbs! They smear movement all over the page. Vital.
But let's pause to praise the nuanced noun.
Nouns that are specific as well as apt have a powerful effect on the readers senses, every bit as meaningful as vigorous verbs.
Here's your assignment. Take a look at the four nouns listed below. Give them meaning, punch, and impact by offering an alternative noun that is specific, and apt. We're not looking for phrases here, just a single word.
I've offered an example noun for each--but you will be far more glorious in your reach.
Tree. (Ironwood)
Car. (Sedan)
Man. (Elder)
Street. (Lane)
Post your answers in the comment section. Be enlightening, be apt, be entertaining, and keep in mind the intimate ritual we desire to participate in as the provider of the feast of words.
21 comments:
Tree. (Willow)
Car. (Hearse)
Man. (Widower)
Street. (Dead-end)
Me: reader, writer, procrastinator
Tree (Ghostgum)
Car (mini)
Man (father)
Street (esplanade)
And me: dreamer, artist, lover.
Tree - Crimson Maple
Car - Clunker
Man - Fella
Street - Cobblestone
Me - Author, Creative, Goofball
Tree - Oak
Car - Corvette
Man - Cowboy
Street - Parkway
Me - creative, restrained, fearful
Maple
Toyota
hippie
Mud
Me - intercessor, mate, quipster
Tree: Squirrel-catcher
Car: Vomit-Rocket (for the car sick)
Man: Hauncho
Street: Thoroughfare
Me: Mystic, Quester, Nut Whisperer.
Wanderer: Such a theme to your nouns--look how the build one on another. Broom-swept sadness. I'm impressed.
Also, your descriptive nouns made me smile--you start us off with your passions, then tell us exactly the role they play in your life. Well done.
Megan: Ghostgum is a great tree!
Susie: Clunker. Very nice. I like your self descriptives, but you let an adjective sneak in. A good one, but not a noun.
Josey: Another story! A cowboy parked under an oak, leaning on his corvette, waiting to take me for a ride on the parkway.
I like all the self-descriptive words you used--they tell a story about you, they are, however, adjectives. I hope you'll come back and wow us again with some nouns.
Marian: Good stuff. Quipster made me smile--excellent word choice.
Henrietta: Hugely inventive. Vomit-rocket. Oh, we all read that and knew EXACTLY what you meant.
Love your self-descriptive nouns. Two erethral, then plunk--down-to-earth. Wonderful!
Funny! I just spouted out the first words that came to my head about myself.
How bout these:
dreamer, bystander, coward
Tree--Weeping willow
Car--Dodge Shadow
Man--Richard, husband
Street--Cul-de-sac
Myself--Reader, Writer, Family-gal
Like haikus. I'm enjoying this.
Bonnie, are you saying "creative" is my adjective? I meant it as a noun. "She is a creative". Sorry. I've heard it used as a noun before...
Tree-husband
Car-Karmin Ghia
Man-creation
Street-oaks
3 nouns...
nurturer, troublemaker, gatherer
Josey: Excellent nouns. But they make me wish I could take you for coffee and laugh a little at life together.
Vonildawrites: Okay, is that Dodge Shadow on your wish list? :) Nice!
Kathleen: I agree.
Susie: In context, sure. But sitting all by its lonesome it's an adjective. Full points to Susie!
Jennifer: "Man-creation". I think I understand what you're saying, but you should 'splain anyway.
Interesting you're a nurturer as well as a troublemaker. Nice jumble of characteristics!
I did the 3 noun exercise awhile ago, and it took me a bit of time to wrap my head around descriptive nouns.
I finally arrived at mine: Artist, priest, lover.
Bonnie,
Anytime you are in VA, stop on by!
Man is God's creation. And my mind is as pure as the driven Prairie snow...while at my parent's , otherwise forget it.
And in case anyone is curious, my husband is a tree nerd.
I hope I speak for everybody in thanking Bonnie both for the exercise in seeing ourselves and in the encouragement she gave each of us personally. Thank you Bonnie! This is a major part of your priesthood!
I have thought a little more. Theologically I am a NOW, a NEED and a CONNECTION.
Aspen
Beetle
Colossus
Beltway
Matriarch, Scribe, Musician
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