Sunday, June 16, 2013

Harrumph! You just don't know what's good!



A couple years ago, when my short story “The Battle of Hutchinson’s Crossroads” came out in Big Pulp Magazine, the editor organized an open conference call where selected contributors had ten or so minutes to read our stories aloud. It was pretty cool. There were about thirty people on the line.

One author read her story. To me, it was a straightforward tale: Main character unhappy, tries to be happy, then weird stuff happens and the story ends. I shrugged and thought “Okay, if weird stuff is going to happen, that’s probably how it would.”

When the author was done, the phone line came alive with gasps, exclamations, and breathless sighs. “Wow!” “That just . . . wow!” “Exquisite!” These cries were almost followed by a “Lol, what?!?” coming from my line. Almost.

I read my story to quiet “huh”s and “thanks”es. But I had bullets flying in the first sentence! People died in the first paragraph! I had an O Henry/Vonnegutesque twist ending! And I had “huh”s and “thanks”es at the end. Maybe I read it too flatly. Maybe my story was predictable. Maybe my story was . . . bad. Maybe all of my stories are bad. Maybe I don’t know what good is. Maybe I’m a . . . bad writer.

So how do I know if my writing is any good? Someone on a writers’ forum said there is no such thing as bad writing; only writing that isn’t currently in style, or writing that’s not to one’s taste. Lordy, I hope he’s right.

I’m currently reading Orhan Pamuk’s Snow. It’s blowing me away. Why? It’s omni done well: just enough out of Ka’s immediate space to keep me going without annoying teasers. It’s also clever in word play; it takes place in a snowstorm in a town called Kars, which is Turkish for snow. I understand this book, yet I can't anticipate what's going to happen and I'm delighted when it does. I want to write this way. I can write this way. I think I’m going to write this way more often.

The only criteria I use to judge if my writing is “good” is to ask if I am writing what I like to read.

Today I laugh at my reaction to that conference call. I reread the other story just now, and I can see the appeal; she did a great job making me feel for the character.

Would I like to write like that? Sure, why not? But if I did I would add my own flavor, and take the story in the direction I want it to go. Does that make me a better writer than her? No, but I don’t think being good means being better than someone else. Being good means saying what you want to say in a way the reader will neither misunderstand nor (more importantly) anticipate.