I was inspired to write this series by two things: a blog dissing FPPOV by a writer I admire, and a Q&A session on one of my loops with an editor whose house guidelines specifically state: “Things to avoid include: first person POV (at least in the beginning).”

But… but… why?

Natalie Damschroder states (bolding mine):

The exact reasons people give for loving first person are the reasons I hate it. See, most people feel first person is more intimate. Like the narrator is a friend, sitting beside the reader and telling them what happened. I agree that it’s like that—but I don’t agree that it’s more intimate. In fact, I think it’s more distancing… when I’m reading first person, the narrator is telling me the story. I want to live it, not hear it…First person exacerbates flaws in the story that I might ignore otherwise. The first person narratives that I stick with and enjoy the most, however, are the ones that are written as if they were third person. There’s very little direct address to the reader, or self-aware language.

(In the interest of full-disclosure, Natalie goes on to admit she’s trying her first FPPOV story now.)

I’ve never felt the “distancing” that Natalie mentions. I’m not sure I even understand it. Why should there be any more likelihood to “live” the story when “she does this and he does that” than when “I do this, I do that?” Can you really be “living” the story in any POV other than second person? (i.e., “You do this, you do that.”)

Indeed, there are arguments to be made that third person is necessarily more distancing, since there is the distance between subject and narrator–even the modern, involved, limited third-person narrator. In first person, there is no veil between the protagonist and the reader. Whose heart has not broken all over the page as Charlie from Flowers for Algernon begins to disintegrate, and doesn’t even possess the mental faculties to understand what has happened to him? Would such a reaction be the same if we read, “As time passed, the effects of the treatment wore off, and Charlie regressed to his former state…”

If anything, I think the true argument to be made against first person is how completely it forces you to live through the reality as the narrator sees it, no matter how unreliable that narration is. (::cough:: The Murder of Roger Ackroyd ::cough, cough::). In first person, you cannot distance yourself from this narrator. You cannot, even if you want to. You’ve been aligned to his or her worldview, however despicable it might be. I’m sure we can all think of a few like FPPOV books like that.

Now let us discuss the bolded text, wherein first person is accused of exacerbating flaws. In my research of FPPOV hatahs, this is a common refrain. Though I am barred by the rules of the email loop from repeating the editor’s words, it’s pretty much what he said.

I am curious, however, what flaws these are. Some FPPOV detractors even go so far as to state that FPPOV is the refuge of the sloppy novelist. But I’m having a hard time finding details. Any takers? Someone suggested the repetition of “I” and that in third person, you get the option of “he” or “Sailor Boy.” I read my novels out loud during the editing process, and though repeated words jump out at me, (oh, all too often, which is *why* I read out loud while I edit)…”I” is not one of them.

I suppose it’s different for every novel. One detractor opined that you miss a lot of detail when forced to view the world through the eyes of a given protagonist (he was speaking specifically about first person in science fiction). And yet, isn’t it fun to have that extra layer of mystery? Is this person really the way they’ve been described, or is the protagonist prejudiced? And could it be that the reader, in trying to divine the truth, is the one putting the distance between herself and the narrative?

The editor also stated that though many people think it’s easy, convincing FPPOV is in actuality quite difficult. I have certainly read FPPOV done poorly, as I have read books in any POV done poorly. But I’m not sure that I think of it as any more or less difficult than writing convincing characters — no matter what POV you choose.

And perhaps that’s where the issue is. If you don’t take to the characters, there is no escape in FPPOV. No distance. If the voice bugs you in third person, you may be able to tolerate it for the sake of the story. But in FPPOV, the voice is with you at every turn. If you LOVE the character (or, um, love to hate her) then this is a plus. Otherwise, I can imagine getting annoyed/frustrated/angry much more quickly.

Then again, there’s a third-person POV writer out there who turns me off by page 20 of every book of hers I’ve ever tried to read.

Of course, in this case, we’re discussing strong, convincing FPPOV stories featuring characters we don’t enjoy. I have a friend who can’t get through a Shopaholic book because of her very strong, very negative feelings about Becky Bloomwood. Lord knows there have been people, inconceivable as it sounds, who don’t care much for Amy. What about a FPPOV book where the voice is just… meh? Is this better or worse than a TPPOV with meh characters? Which is more distasteful?

The final problem the editor pointed out with FPPOV is that it required very careful blocking. He expressed doubt that a “strong plot” could be achieved in first person, since it required the protagonist to be present at every scene. No chance for a villain POV sneaking behind the protag’s back. Often, you see this problem solved with what Rachel Vincent calls “a Scooby Doo scene” where the villain somehow explains what he or she was doing throughout the book. (Vincent also rightly says this scene needs to be cut down as much as possible.) This, perhaps, would be similar to the scene discussed in the comments section yesterday, where the hero of the romance explains to the heroine how much he loved her all along. Or, you simply arrange the plot so that such monologuing is not necessary.

If the story truly centers around the protagonist (here we have the difference between the heterodiegetic (e.g., Ishmael) and the autodiegetic (e.g., Bridget Jones) narrator), then it’s probably pretty easy to make sure she’s there all the time, is it not? I’ve written 600 pages in my series, and there has only been one scene where I had to write around Amy’s absence.

So are these flaws real flaws, or are they a matter of taste? Natalie says she dislikes direct address (external focalization) in favor of “to the moment” living alongside the character. (Natalie and Sam Richardson would be buddies, I think.) I love it, in all mediums. I love Shakespeare’s asides, I love Ferris Bueller talking to the screen, I love Veronica Mars’s voice overs, and I love Amy’s confessions.

Focalization, of course, does not need to remain stable throughout the text. Like a camera, it can zoom in and out of the moment as needed.

So again, I wonder, why is there prejudice at all. Certainly, the problem of “sympathy” becomes even more trying when you are dealing with first person narration. But when achieved, the result is even more stunning than in third. A skillful writer can avoid repetition of sentence structure, and other claims (navel gazing, etc.) can be a danger in any narrative voice. Is it really a matter of taste after all?

(That’s First Person POV…)

Ruth Kaufman’s recent RWR article about FPPOV has engendered a lot of discussion on various email lists and blogs. Since most of the email lists and blogs I read focus on romance and its various related genres, most of the discussion I see seems to center around the so-called “recent” rise of FPPOV.

I never thought of it as new, and especially not in romance, and I also never thought of it being a current trend. What about Jane Eyre? Or Clarissa, (all epistolary novels being, by necessity, in FPPOV), or (wandering farther afield, genre-wise) Moby Dick, most of the stories written by Edgar Allen Poe, Gulliver’s Travels, or Frankenstein, or David Copperfield, or how about getting really old school and saying Dante’s Inferno? (First person epic poetry, even!) Perhaps FPPOV is more popular in romance now than it was, say, ten years ago, but I think the discussion is better centered around why it ever went away then than why it has returned now.

Not only does first person POV enjoy a long and distinguished history in the realm of romantic literature, since it was featured so often in gothic romance (not Udolpho, perhaps, but certainly heavyweights from Bronte to Du Maurier employed it), but as one of the pre-eminent narrative devices in the development of the relatively new form of the novel, full stop.

Daniel Defoe, commonly (and perhaps erroneously) considered the Father of the English Novel, employed it in his most famous work, Robinson Crusoe, as well as the more “woman’s fiction” centered The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders. At the beginning, the novel was considered first a predominantly “female” (read: fluffy and dismissable, and how things haven’t changed in three hundred years!) form of writing before being co-opted by Defoe et al., which is why many early novels featured female protagonists. More than thirty years previously, the now-famous poet/playwright/spy/first female professional English writer Aphra Behn employed the technique in her book (ostensibly a highly-suspect memoir about an equally suspect trip to Venezuela) called Oroonoko.

In Oroonoko, Behn employed the oft-maligned conversational technique of speaking directly to the reader. (The most famous example of this, perhaps, is “Reader, I married him,” in Jane Eyre.) This kind of author intrusion would be re-interpreted by later writers as the now-out of fashion omniscient narrative. In first person, however, this meta-narrative omniscence lends an extra level of realism to the text — the person telling you the story knew what was to come next. It’s the technique I use in the Secret Society Girl series. The Amy telling you the story knows more than the Amy acting on the page. (We’ll discuss this in more detail — complete with the debate about whether or not Amy is an overt autodiegetic limited external focalizing or an overt autodiegetic limited internal focalizing narrator — tomorrow. Say it with me: Jargon! Goodie!)

This emphasis on realism, to the point of pretending the novel was a memoir, or a found bunch of letters, or etc. (a technique which is very rarely used today, and usually only as some sort of marketing stunt, as with Gryphon and Sabine, the Lost tie-in novel, Bad Twin, or Journal), became very important to the nascent form of the novel, because no one was sure that readers would buy the fantastic prose tale they were about to experience without first being assured, somewhat, of its veracity. First person framing devices were enormously popular. (Compare to the idea of a campfire horror tale where the teller insists this happened to a friend or a cousin.)

It is, of course, very rare today to pretend, either with a wink or with any degree of seriousness, that your novel is anything but a novel. (No Frey jokes, please.) In fact, it seems far more common for readers to insist that a writer’s clearly defined fiction is in fact, a thinly veiled memoir or roman a clef. Especially in the genre of chick lit, where such high-profile books as The Nanny Diaries and The Devil Wears Prada seem to be just that.

I’ve seen and heard quite a bit of speculation about my own novel. I suppose I should feel flattered that the story is imbued with so much realism that people would think it was actually true. After all, that was the point. I wanted to write a book about secret societies the way they really are, and not the way that Hollywood often makes them out to be. But it’s fiction. If my depictions of a secret sociey’s rituals and behavior sound true, that’s no different than describing realistic police procedures in a mystery. My book is based not on my experience at Yale nor on the experience of any other person. It says so right on the copyright page

But it leads me to an interesting point. If, in fact, there has been a resurgence in FPPOV in novels, which I do not necessarily claim, can it be connected to the upsurge in emphasis that the market is putting on the author’s personal experience with the subject about which she writes? Many writers have told me that authors writing medical thrillers benefit from having a background in medicine, that authors writing from the point of view of a certain ethnicity will play up that ethnicity (to the point of changing their name to a more suitable, ethnic-sounding pseudonym), and that authors writing glamorous fiction had better have a little glamor going on in their bio. The first question an agent is asked upon shopping a piece of multicultural fiction is whether that author is indeed, a member of the culture.

Half of the marketing buzz about the uber-bestseller The Da Vinci Code seemed to center on how many of the novel’s statements were based in fact. (At a recent visit to the Louvre, my mother overheard a curator politely interrupting a “Da Vinci Code tour” to remind the visitors that a certain fact that the DVC tour guide was relating was, in fact, completely fictional, at which point one of the visitors snapped back that she knew all about the cover up, having read the book!)

So, have we returned to the early-novel sense that fiction should be, on some level, true? And is that why the veneer of first person, with it’s “this happened to me” conceit, so popular in the type of fiction (say, chick lit) where the sense of realism (this could happen to you or your best friend) is so important?
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All this week, Diana will be discussing FPPOV.

So I think I may be sick. I took two naps today, and now I’m feeling like a zombie. Can’t sleep, can’t stay awake. Plus I feel like hell. Great timing, Di.

I’ve also been doing a little fall cleaning. It’s gotten cold here, so I have to drag out all my winter stuff and put away the summer stuff and, etc. It’s amazing the things I’ve managed to squirrel away.

For instance, I have all these skeins of really gorgeous yarn and no idea what to make with them. I haven’t knit or crocheted anything in a year so I feel like I should start small. For instance, I have four full skeins of that super chunky “rope” yarn (in four different colors, natch — forest green, cream, oatmeal heather, and navy) and no idea what to make with it. I suppose I could make something in blue and cream (Boola Boola) or green and cream, or green and oatmeal heather. Does anyone have a suggestion? Any knitters out there? The free pattern of the vest on the label is ug-ly.

I also have about 14 skeins of this lovely thin peach stuff. really pretty. No idea what to do with it. I think I tried to make a shawl out of it once and it didn’t work, so I tore it all out. And I know I have enough skeins of this really pretty thin silk/cotton blend to make a tank top out of, but I don’t have a nice tank top pattern.

Also, you know, the willpower. I feel so dull.

Happy Friday 13th, everyone! And not only is it Friday the 13th, but it’s an October Friday 13th. Don’t you think that’s a day that just screams Secret Societies? Don’t you wonder what happens to Amy on this Friday, the thirteenth of October?

What else do you wonder?

A reader recently sent me an email saying that she and a friend were conversing and speculating on the developments of Amy’s romantic life in UNDER THE ROSE.

How many of the rest of you are doing that? You certainly aren’t doing it at the Secret Society Girl Forum! Did you even know there was a Secret Society Girl Forum, and that it contains all manner of rooms for discussing:

1. Amy’s love life, in SSG and future books.
2. Your favorite characters, and what you think they’ll get up to in Under the Rose.
3. The next conspiracy Amy et al. may uncover.
4. What you think of Amy’s listmaking habit.

Okay, you say you aren’t a forum kind of person. Well then, how about here? Here’s your chance to speak now about Secret Society Girl. Talk about the end. Talk about the twists. Talk about the state of Amy’s love life. Speculate on Amy’s future vis-a-vis summer vacation, not to mention whatever may happen to her in Under the Rose. So, what do you think?

Post now, in comments, where it’s safe for those of you who haven’t yet read the novel…

13 Random (and sometimes embarrassing) Things I Love To Do

1. Check email every thirty seconds.
2. Take a nap with Sailor Boy
3. Get my hair washed at the salon.
4. Reread one of my favorite books from childhood.
5. Go to a TARA meeting.
6. Wear Sailor Boy’s gray hooded sweatshirt
7. Make spaghetti sauce.
8. Kit up in a needlessly trendy outfit, go to a fancy, hipper-than-thou bar and drink an overpriced vodka martini, very dirty.
9. Plan imaginary Halloween parties.
10. Blast “Higher Love” at full volume on the stereo and dance around the apartment.
11. Find the cool spot on the sheets.
12. Make up fake Publisher’s Lunch-style announcements for me and my friends.
13. Look at wedding dresses.

P.S. Those of you still into the whole NYT thing, click over to the post on Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books, where they explain the whole thing and have a PDF of the article, for your enjoyment. Play “Guess which part is about Diana.” (Hint: It’s not the one identified as Nora Roberts.)

P.P.S. Those of you who want to hear more about the cover modeling, click here for an earlier blog entry describing my first experience.

P.P.P.S. Don’t forget Julie Kenner’s auction for charity ends on Saturday. I’m giving away a three chapter critique and a signed copy of the hardcover of Secret Society Girl. And it’s not just stuff for writers. There’s everything from whole author collegtions to movie posters of harry Potter signed by Chris Columbus himself! Click on the gif to see what’s up for bid!
P.P.P.P.S. Those of you curious about how revisions are going, I just reached the halfway mark in my final run-through.

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I’m going through one of those occasional time periods where I’m all, “So, what should I talk about on this blog o’mine?” I feel like I’ve covered a lot of major topics that are important to me about the craft and the industry, I’m very wary of getting TMI on the web (though can I just say right now that I’m so pissed at my apartment complex for turning off the air conditioning when it’s still like 80 degrees out and I’ve been sweating all day!), and I’m likely to bore you all to death with weeks and weeks worth of posting a variation on, “Hi, I’m working on revisions. I really hope people who read my book like it.”

I know how many people read the blog, and I know how many are lurkers. That’s cool. But what would you like to see on the blog? My brother told me the other day that he wants more personal info. In fact, he asked me why I don’t have a “real” blog where I talk about… oh, I don’t know dating problems or how much I hate my boss. But here’s the thing: I don’t think you can call what SB and I do “dating” for several years now, and my boss is me and I’m rather fond of her. So that’s out. I can, however, tell you that it’s damn muggy in my apartment and I need to get out of here!

I guess I can talk about Veronica Mars. In white text to avoid apoilers. Highlight to read on. I can talk about how I’m a little worried about what’s going on with my pal Logan Echolls. Where is the “psychotic jackass” we all know and love? I’m all for Good!Logan as long as he doesn’t become more boring than Duncan. Because as far as I can see, he’s lost his edge. Yeah, it was fun to see his little smooth move tonight, but it was pretty tame for my Lo. Oh well. Reruns of Weapons of Class Destruction shall have to hold me.

It’s so weird that I’ve suddenly gone all “hail to the bad boy, don’t let him get boring” with V. Mars, because I was never on the Spike bandwagon (or the Angel bandwagon, come to think of it). I liked Riley. But, Riley wasn’t boring, as Duncan or Mr. MarbleMouth Deputy Leo were. Logan was the only one with a bit of personality. Or, we could have Veronica Mars date Weevil. Speaking of, where is he (aside from on the credits)? Eli? Anyone? Still in jail?

I have tentative dates for the paperback release of Secret Society Girl (May 1, 2007) and Under the Rose (June 26, 2007). Raise your hand if you’re looking forward to that!

Oh, and in other news, I was anonymously paraphrased in The New York Times on Monday. I can’t decide what blows my mind more — that the NYT is paying attention to a snarky reader blog, or that they are simultaneously mining said blog for content and ridiculing its existence as well as the comments of its visitors. In addition, I find it disappointing that repeating, albeit anonymously, the possibly made up anecdote of a possibly made up person on the internet (possibly, because they never did contact me to verify facts or identity), now passes for reporting at the “paper of record.”

Busy few days (of course, when HASN’T it been around here?) I’m finishing up my revisions on SSG2, which is currently called UNDER THE ROSE. There will be all sorts of news on the topic of the Secret Society Girl series soon soon soon. I’m starting to get really excited about other people reading the continuing adventures of Amy et al. I cherish these moments of being excited about it, as opposed to the moments where I’m nervous about it.

I think that’s one of the challenges of being a storyteller. On one hand, you have to write the book in a vacuum. You have to make the choices that are best for the story you want to tell, and not the one a critic or a fan or some hypothetical future reader might suggest to you. It’s the only way to stay sane and create a project with internal continuity. But on the other hand, you’re an entertainer. The point is to make something people like. So you have to either a) figure out something you like that people will like and/or b) make them like what you like. Bring them with you.

In other news, I saw Little Miss Sunshine tonight. I highly recommend it. I laughed so hard my stomach hurts. Phenomenal cast, great production, lovely script.

And, A Romance Review gave Secret Society Girl four and a half roses and said, “I have fallen in love with the characters and ongoing plot. It is kind of a chick-lit meets The Skulls novel, and gave me hours of entertaining reading.” Click here for the full review.

Sailor Boy and I have been working our way through our brand new DVD of Veronica Mars Season 1. Wuv. Twoo wuv. I can’t decide if I like Weapons of Class Destruction or Hot Dogs better. They both have such wonderful “LoVe” scenes (I just ran across that acronym at a fan site. Hilarious, huh? It means “Logan and Veronica = LoVe.” What will these crazy kids think up next?)

Following up Justine’s thought provoking post on her blog the other day, do you notice who publishes the books you’re reading? I said in her comments that I thought such things were more common for romance readers, and reading Justine’s comment trail, it appeared that most of the commenters were SFF people (they said things like, “big publishers like Tor and Del Rey.”)

For a long time, I had no concept of different publishers. I picked most books by author. I knew I liked the historical romances of Johanna Lindsay but not the ones of some other historical writers; I knew I liked the teen horror novels of Christopher Pike but not the ones of R. L. Stine; I knew I liked Jane Austen but not Emily Bronte.

When I began reading category romance novels, I picked by premise. I’d read the back. As I read more and more category novels I realized that I tended to like the red ones a lot more than the purple, blue, or white ones. So I started reading more red ones. Then I became aware that there were certain red authors I could always count on (Jill Shalvis, Jo Leigh) and that I’d enjoy their books even if they weren’t red. So, once again, back to author loyalty.

So I tend to read by author loyalty. The first time I pick up a book, it’s usually about premise, but what keeps me coming back for more is the author. I probably would not have read Midnighters if I didn’t already enjoy Scott Westerfeld, but the series is one of my favorites now.

What about you?

…of Secret Society Girl today that said, “Imagine Donna Tartt’s The Secret History if it had been written by Meg Cabot.”

I’ll take that.

Thirteen Favorite Plots
(mostly romance)

Naturally, assume “when done well” with all entries.

1. Fish Out of Water (like Jana DeLeon’s new release, Rumble in the Bayou): These can be so hilarious.

2. Beauty and the Beast (like Holly Black’s amazing book, Valiant): Probably my favorite fairy-tale plot. Much better than Cinderella. I love the idea of love being more than skin deep, of being redeemed by the love of a good woman, etc. etc.

3. Enemies Become Lovers (like on Veronica Mars): These are tricky. You need a good reason that the enemies are enemies or else it’s just bickering, which gets old fast. I can’t stand the romances where there is no good reason for them to hate each other on sight, but they do anyway. But when done well, hoo mama!

4. Heroine Pretends to be a Man (like just about every comedy from Shakespeare): What can I say? It’s a classic. I love it when it’s used in comedies of errors, or when it’s used metaphorically to put a woman in a man’s world.

5. Treasure Hunts (like Betina Krahn’s The Book of True Desires): Who doesn’t love a good treasure hunt? The structure of these stories are usually so tight. I especially like it when the treasure isn’t what they expected. (Cf. The Da Vinci Code).

6. Revenge (like The Count of Monte Cristo): I love reading about the psychology of revenge. Whether it’s Monte Cristo or Beatrix Kiddo, it’s so fascinating to watch what it does to the person getting revenge. Plus, just deserts.

7. Marriage of Convenience (as in Candace Camp’s Secrets of the Heart): Pretty much only in historicals anymore. Forced intimacy in contemporary romances makes sense to me when they have to work together or are snowbound or something. But I really love those old marriage of convenience stories where they actually fall in love.

8. The Con or Caper (as in The Sting): I love watching brilliant, morally ambiguous people set up elaborate capers and watch them come about. Get Shorty? Love it.

9. Escape (as in just about anything with Escape in the title): It’s kind of like a backwards treasure hunt. Instead of getting in, you’re trying to get out. Also a lot of fun room for push-me-pull-you.

10. The Underdog Makes Good (as in just about every sports movie out there): Because this is America, dammit.

11. Huge Twists (very popular in Buffy the Vampire Slayer): Just ratchets up all the tension to discover the thing you thought you were doing/after/wanted doesn’t apply at all.

12. Long-unrequited Love (as in much of Jane Austen — Emma, Persuasion, Sense & Sensibility): the key, of course, is that it must eventually become requited.

13. Rivalry (as in any good old Spencer/Tracy flick): ah, the verbal sparring. Ah, the flirtation. Ah, the room for comedy!


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