Fun With Rhetoric

As I mentioned a while ago, I’ve been slowly working my way through a book on rhetoric by James Phelan, Experiencing Fiction: Judgments, Progression, and the Rhetorical Theory of Narrative.

I’m taking great joy in reading this book and letting the concepts sink into my mind. It’s helping me to understand what happens in my mind when I read, and also giving me ideas of how that might help my writing.

Here’s a bit of what it’s all about:
“Although the theory behind the reading practice has multiple elements, I have chosen to focus here on the two concepts that I believe are most central to it: (1) judgments, which I break down into three main types, interpretive, ethical, and aesthetic; and (2) progressions, which I break down into twelve aspects….”

I think it’s thinking about “progressions” that will be most helpful for my writing.

“Although focused on progressions and judgments, [Phelan’s] interpretive analyses [of narratives] are not designed to give a blow-by-blow account of the experience of reading or even to offer comprehensive accounts of every element of each narrative. Instead, these analyses aim to give articulate expression to the multiple layers of what is sometimes explicit but just as often tacit, intuitive, and even inchoate in our reading experience and to do so through the focus on issues of judgment and progression that each narrative makes particularly salient.”

“We become engaged on Cinderella’s side because…we judge Cinderella positively and her stepmother negatively—we value her traits of character and do not value those of her stepmother. As Cinderella proceeds beyond its first paragraph, the narrative not only reinforces these initial judgments but also relies on them to influence significantly our hopes and desires for Cinderella to escape from the tyranny of her stepmother. When we become more advanced readers and encounter more sophisticated narratives, we meet characters for whom the simple labels “good guys” and “bad guys” are no longer adequate, but we continue to make ethical judgments of them and, indeed, of the authors and narrators who tell us about them.”

That bit makes me think about Voice–what it is, and what it says, and what it tells the reader. For example: “But as we judge this character [in a Ring Lardner story, “Haircut”] and this narrator negatively, we are also approving the moral vision of the implied Ring Lardner [the author] because we feel he is guiding us to make those judgments. In addition, we are tacitly registering Lardner’s skill in communicating these judgments to us while using only [the character’s] discourse.”

Here’s one last bit to chew on, what Phelan calls the threefold thesis of this book:
“(1) The judgments we readers of narrative make about characters and tellers (both narrators and authors) are crucial to our experience—
and understanding—of narrative form. By form I mean the particular fashioning of the elements, techniques, and structure of a narrative in the service of a set of readerly engagements that lead to particular final effects on the implied audience.
(2) Narrative form, in turn, is experienced through the temporal process of reading and responding to narrative. Consequently, to account for that experience of form we need to focus on narrative progression, that is, the synthesis of both the textual dynamics that govern the movement of narrative from beginning through middle to end and the readerly dynamics—what I have so far been calling our engagement—that both follow from and influence those textual dynamics.
(3) As key elements of narrative experience, narrative judgments and narrative progressions are responsible for the various components of that experience, especially the significant interrelation of form, ethics, and aesthetics—even as judgments and progressions do not totally explain everything we might want to know about ethics and aesthetics.”

Ohio State Press offers several of Phelan’s works for free online. You can check out a large sample of Experiencing Fiction here.

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“Arms and the Man,” Siegfried Sassoon

Arms and the Man

Young Croesus went to pay his call
On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall:
And, though his wound was healed and mended,
He hoped he’d get his leave extended.

The waiting-room was dark and bare.
He eyed a neat-framed notice there
Above the fireplace hung to show
Disabled heroes where to go
For arms and legs; with scale of price,
And words of dignified advice
How officers could get them free.

Elbow or shoulder, hip or knee,
Two arms, two legs, though all were lost,
They’d be restored him free of cost.
Then a Girl Guide looked to say,
‘Will Captain Croesus come this way?’

–Siegfried Sassoon, The Old Huntsman and Other Poems, 1918

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Change in Publishing Frequency

(No, this is not an April Fool’s post!)

Public Service Announcement:

Starting this month, I’m reducing my weekly blog posts from seven to four – in general, I plan to post on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, though the weekday posts might move around a little due to circumstances, or increase for special occasions (for instance, if I have photographs from a conference).

Sundays will still be poetry days for the near future, and I’ll be continuing with World War One poetry for a while.

I enjoy coming up with blog posts, so writing the posts isn’t a problem; but I am frankly curious if the frequency change will affect this blog’s traffic.

And for your further enjoyment, Issue 1.2 of the Journal of Popular Romance Studies is now online, featuring an interview with Joanna Russ!

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Accomplishments This Month

I haven’t spent a lot of time writing this month (mostly on purpose), but I did accomplish a few things, most of them very necessary.

1. I bought some books on the craft of writing, which I haven’t done in a long while. I’ve been reading them slowly, and really enjoying thinking about process when for so long, I’ve simply had to write, without much time for thinking.

2. I wrote several guest posts for different blogs, and figured out processes to keep track of my ideas, what I had promised to write, what I had written and sent in, etc.. Some of the posts have gone live already at the Heroes and Heartbreakers blog.

3. I reviewed statistics for my own blog and website, made a few adjustments, and started thinking about others. I updated my appearances page, and scheduled several blog posts in advance.

4. I collected all my writing-related expense information and sent it off to my tax preparer.

5. I reviewed, signed, and mailed the contract for a Spice Brief.

6. I attended a reading locally, and I had brunch with my local group of writers and editors, at which I met someone new whose two books I’d read a long time ago.

7. I continued to think about my new fantasy project.

8. I reviewed a manuscript for another writer.

9. I assembled the research books I will need for the Spice Brief I’m writing.

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Fashion Magazines and Writing

I have a confession to make.

I subscribe to several fashion magazines.

I keep them in the bathroom, mostly. Sometimes I take them on airplanes.

But, see, they are good for my writing. Really.

Fashion magazines are very image-heavy. They make a nice break from reading prose, and (unlike comics) let my mind wander a bit while I look at them. Fashion photography is often very strange, juxtaposing languid women in sleek outfits with bizarre settings, such as a lipstick factory. Even the more ordinary photographs sometimes, to me, seem bizarre, like science fiction. They spark weird ideas in my mind, unlikely connections.

They take me into a different world. Sometimes, that’s what you need.

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Coffee, Tea, and Worldbuilding


One component of worldbuilding that’s often forgotten is background economics.

Take coffee, for example. Coffee originated in Africa. It wasn’t readily available in Europe until after 1616, and didn’t start to be cultivated on a large scale by Europeans until near the end of that century. Chocolate and tea both made it to Europe a little earlier, not much. Yet how many times do characters in fantasy novels, who are living in thinly-veiled Medieval Europe, drink coffee? Or if not coffee, some made-up beverage that is really coffee with a name like caf or cof or possibly c’ff’ee.

I admit most people won’t notice or care, because after all, “it’s fantasy.” But now I’m aware of the historical issue, every time I see it, I’m thrown out of the story. (So I’ve shared it with you! You can share my peeve!) And I think “it’s fantasy” is not a valid excuse. Fantasy needs to be more realistic, not less. If the details aren’t right, the world falls apart.

We, as modern people used to modern travel, forget that many things commonly eaten today all over the world originated in North America. Before that, they were not eaten in Europe. Eleventh-century Italians did not eat food with tomato sauce. They had no tomatoes.

It’s easy to remember things such as copper, silver, and gold coinage. But me, I wonder where does the coffee come from? And if they have coffee, who sold it to them? How did it get there? What are their relations with the people who sold it to them? Or did they steal the coffee?

…Maybe I’ll go have a cup.

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Saddle Shoes

If you missed it Friday evening, I posted on “Undressing the Hero: Judith Ivory’s Untie My Heart” for Heroes and Heartbreakers.

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For my birthday this year, I decided to get myself a pair of shoes. My first choice was well out of my price range, but then I remembered a pair of saddle shoes I’d owned and loved back when I was in high school.

Oxfords seem to be “in” right now, and it was pretty easy for me to find a moderately-priced pair from Bass. I’d worn that brand years ago, so knew how they fit, and could order online.

The first time I wore these shoes to my day job, it was with a pair of loose corduroy trousers, a button-front pinstripe shirt, and a cardigan. I felt like a refugee from the 1950s, albeit one that mixed male and female clothing. I also felt quirky, just because of the shoes, which don’t seem to be much in style at the moment. And I realized how much of my personality comes out in my shoes. I like vintage-y stuff, I like quirky stuff, I like to be just a little different.

This, in turn, led me to think about blog posts, and I immediately thought of romance novel heroines, and how much their clothing says about their personalities; also, how much clothing is a part of the genre. There’s the “first look” we as the reader see, and what she’s wearing the first time the hero sees her and, often, the “Miss Smith, you’re beautiful!” moment when she takes off her glasses/wears lacy undies/appears in a cocktail dress. Different clothes, of course, mean different things in different situations, but it’s interesting how often they’re part of how a romance heroine is presented.

I think there’s another blog post or three in there. I just have to ponder it a little more, and dig up some examples.

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Siegfried Sassoon, “The Death-Bed”

The Death-Bed

He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped
Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;
Aqueous like floating rays of amber light,
Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.
Silence and safety; and his mortal shore
Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death.

Someone was holding water to his mouth.
He swallowed, unresisting; moaned and dropped
Through crimson gloom to darkness; and forgot
The opiate throb and ache that was his wound.
Water–calm, sliding green above the weir.
Water–a sky-lit alley for his boat,
Bird-voiced, and bordered with reflected flowers
And shaken hues of summer; drifting down,
He dipped contented oars, and sighed, and slept.

Night, with a gust of wind, was in the ward,
Blowing the curtain to a glimmering curve.
Night. He was blind; he could not see the stars
Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud;
Queer blots of colour, purple, scarlet, green,
Flickered and faded in his drowning eyes.

Rain—he could hear it rustling through the dark;
Fragrance and passionless music woven as one;
Warm rain on drooping roses; pattering showers
That soak the woods; not the harsh rain that sweeps
Behind the thunder, but a trickling peace,
Gently and slowly washing life away.

. . . .
He stirred, shifting his body; then the pain
Leapt like a prowling beast, and gripped and tore
His groping dreams with grinding claws and fangs.
But someone was beside him; soon he lay
Shuddering because that evil thing had passed.
And death, who’d stepped toward him, paused and stared.

Light many lamps and gather round his bed.
Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.
Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.
He’s young; he hated War; how should he die
When cruel old campaigners win safe through?

But death replied: ‘I choose him.’ So he went,
And there was silence in the summer night;
Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.
Then, far away, the thudding of the guns.

–Siegfried Sassoon, The Old Huntsman and Other Poems, 1918

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Robert Service, “My Bay’nit”

My Bay’nit

When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay’nit
And told me it ‘ad to be smothered wiv gore;
But blimey! I ‘aven’t been able to stain it,
So far as I’ve gone wiv the vintage of war.
For ain’t it a fraud! when a Boche and yours truly
Gits into a mix in the grit and the grime,
‘E jerks up ‘is ‘ands wiv a yell and ‘e’s duly
Part of me outfit every time.

Left, right, Hans and Fritz!
Goose step, keep up yer mits!
Oh my, Ain’t it a shyme!
Part of me outfit every time.

At toasting a biscuit me bay’nit’s a dandy;
I’ve used it to open a bully beef can;
For pokin’ the fire it comes in werry ‘andy;
For any old thing but for stickin’ a man.
‘Ow often I’ve said: “‘Ere, I’m goin’ to press you
Into a ‘Un till you’re seasoned for prime,”
And fiercely I rushes to do it, but bless you!
Part of me outfit every time.

Lor, yus; don’t they look glad?
Right O! ‘Owl Kamerad!
Oh my, always the syme!
Part of me outfit every time.

I’m ‘untin’ for someone to christen me bay’nit,
Some nice juicy Chewton wot’s fightin’ in France;
I’m fairly down-‘earted — ‘ow can yer explain it?
I keeps gettin’ prisoners every chance.
As soon as they sees me they ups and surrenders,
Extended like monkeys wot’s tryin’ to climb;
And I uses me bay’nit — to slit their suspenders —
Part of me outfit every time.

Four ‘Uns; lor, wot a bag!
‘Ere, Fritz, sample a fag!
Oh my, ain’t it a gyme!
Part of me outfit every time.

–Robert Service

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Academic Heroines

I wrote a post, “Undressing the Hero: Judith Ivory’s Untie My Heart” for Heroes and Heartbreakers that went live today.

Now on to today’s topic. I don’t intend to make “unusual heroines” a weekly thing, but I do want to know…where are the romance heroines who are academics?

Career academic who solves murders, yes: Quieter than Sleep by Joanne Dobson, which I mentioned yesterday. Grad student swept into fantasy realm where she has to learn to use a sword, sure: The Time of the Dark by Barbara Hambly.

But not so much with the heroines in contemporary romances. Bluestockings or so-called bluestockings in historical romance novels, yes, pretty often. I think of them as a different category, since most of them were educated at home or through an indulgent family, not at all the same thing as today’s academic world. (There’s a list of bluestocking heroines at All About Romance here.)

My question is more aimed at contemporaries. Where are the romance heroines fighting for tenure, balancing writing their dissertation with the demands of their billionaire lover, having to skip an anniversary dinner because of a conference? If there are women academics in romance novels, how often do we actually see them do anything, well, academic?

I mentioned on Twitter that I was writing this post, and promptly got some suggestions!

Victoria Dahl’s upcoming novel, Bad Boys Do, features a heroine who’s an instructor at a university, which means no job security–a great touch of realism!

The heroine in Erin McCarthy’s Hard and Fast is working on a Master’s degree in sociology.

The heroine of Judith Ivory’s The Proposition is a linguist, but isn’t shown to be associated with any particular university; she might be considered more in the “bluestocking” category.

I would be grateful for any further recommendations.

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