Almost
40 years ago, workers in a small town in Kentucky uncovered human bones. The
next day, a retired sheriff confessed to the county attorney that he had buried
a teen-aged friend near that site during World War II. Carbon dating revealed
the bones were of Indian descent, and thus, could not be those of his friend.
The former sheriff then recanted, stating that he was drunk when he confessed
and probably was retelling bits and pieces of cases he worked.
I heard the recording
of his confession, and to this day remember his excitement as he described the
car in which he rode to the bootleg joint. His voice cracked with fear as he
recounted the walk up the riverbank at gun point as he was forced to bury his
friend. I heard the truth of his words, and felt compelled to tell his story.
All would have been
fine if I were a journalist. Then I could have just reported the facts, and my
job would have been done. But I wanted to write a novel about the sheriff and
tried numerous times to find the narrative voice and the plot to tell the
events of 1943 along with those of 1987.
A few years ago, I
wrote a novella-length draft of the “truth.” But the sheriff I discovered in
that draft wouldn’t have recanted once he took the risk to tell. The fear that
quietened him at 16 was as real 35 years later. If Lafe had faced that fear and
confessed, there would have been no going back. He was a man of his word. The
conflict for him was whether to confess at all. To make the best story, my
novel could not rely totally on the events as I experienced them.
How can something taken
from reality not work in fiction? I mean, it’s real right? William Dean
Howells, in the late 1800s, argued that realistic fiction is not only possible
but that it required of writers. He believed reality could be captured by relying
on the five senses and focusing on the ethical and moral dilemmas of the
characters. But the Realistic movement gave way to Modernism and
Post-modernism, both of which recognize the artifice of fiction.
Just because fiction is
artificial doesn’t mean that it doesn’t work logically. Even Magical Realism
and science fiction have physical and metaphysical rules that operate in the
story.
Readers expect a world
that makes sense no matter how bizarre that world is. The story needs logic so
that readers can envision and believe the plot. Characters’ actions and
motivations have to be plausible. Conflicts need to be tangible and create angst
and fear of the unknown for the reader as well as the characters. All of that
creates a world with meaning, one a reader wants to visit.
After years of
rumination and revision, I realized fiction doesn’t have adhere to reality, but
it does have to ring true.
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