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The art of it long. The novel


days ago I discussed with some writer friends of the qualities of a work of fiction.
The question was: is there any set of rules, which can be met peacefully claim to be in the presence of a work of art?

In some ways I am tempted to say yes, if only as a tribute to the great admiration that I continue to feed on classical rhetoric, and all its subsequent decline.
Provided, however, that among the many rules we follow for the most important first, the maximum pay attention to the functionality of all what is transcribed in the text.
Why I think this is the central point: a story is never under any circumstances, a faithful copy of reality, as they may appear truthful facts surrounding reported therein. In each text each element is not as faithful imitation of the corresponding element in the real world, but only because it has a role to play. Each text is only a model of the world, and a summary. If it were an exact reproduction of reality, the narrator is screwed into Paradox Borges, drawing up a map so accurate in every detail to be finished to coincide with the territory represented. Not more then a map, and then a model, but simply What the .

The text should therefore be only what you need to perform a specific narrative purpose, and only that. Otherwise you fall into that inevitably follows that the Angles define infodumping, and which we could popularize with lengthen the stock.

For example, did you ever find something?

"Senator Marco Lucio Foolish hovered pretty good to the slums district, one of the most infamous of the Roman Empire, mainly intended to thieves and prostitutes, located behind the hole but this isolated by a high wall built by Emperor Trajan, who lived 53 to 117 AD
He stopped in a corner resting his foot on a step of travertine, limestone-colored white and yellow because of several quarries of origin, most of which lie close to the city . After clearing the sewage buskin, fine shoe born on the stage but soon adopted by the aristocratic classes and characterized by a high wooden sole, also removed a few splashes of mud from the expensive edge of his purple robe and went back on the road.
was then that he stumbled into the retiarius Giacinto, handsome member of that class of gladiators in one-on-one battles in the circus were fighting against mirmilloni armed only with a trident and a network, hence the name. While their opponents were protected by armor and helmet, and also has a sword, short sword and stocky, and were called mirmilloni remembered because in the appearance of large fish, although some philologists differ etymology of that preferring other.
-Ave, Giacinto! - Marco Lucio said the senator Foolish, warmly greeting his friend with a gesture of good wishes characterized by the right arm held high and the hand held finger together, greeting again more recently by various political groupings of conservative approach including fascism and Nazism, but it is distinguished for having introduced the variant of the arm bent at the elbow.
-Ave, asshole! - Giacinto said the retiarius etc.. etc. ".

worthwhile out the reader on how to achieve in this way supererogatory those seven-eight hundred pages which are now the norm for many celebrated novels, in particular from overseas. But it is also something to do? The debate remains open.

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The most striking feature of the modern genre fiction is its relationship with cinema. In some cases, sufficiently close to create the doubt that it is on the threshold of a new kind of mutation same: for example in a video game, where it will become increasingly difficult to determine whether the prevailing narrative or image.
This approach is in itself a recent phenomenon: between fiction and cinema has always been a trade, but of a different over time.
Until the mid-twentieth century literature has been to provide the film characters and situations, a whole set of textures, values \u200b\u200band ideologies. Then gradually the literature has been importing more and more full-bodied material, even up to adopt the techniques of his same-shared.
This has led to the development of genre novels, especially in nordamaricana, which seem more of a screenplay. Not so much just because many of them come already "designed" on a film adaptation, but because they are often already semicomplete screenplays.
In the sense that they share the script with the same formal structure: a text in which a story is reduced to only what you see and what you feel. In the script because there is no room for "thoughts" of the characters, unless they do not resort to the expedient of voiceover, though not very common in recent times. In a film designed to be rebuilt by the viewer through the acts and words of the characters.

The same seems to have become a feature of the genre, the removal of "thought" from the page. It appears increasingly evident that a growing number of writers appear to believe that the transcription of thought constitutes a delay, an obstacle to the action that it was decided to be the key feature of genre fiction.
Strictly speaking there seems to be a fact of aesthetic motivation. Often even the speed of the action, aided by a systematic use of topical elements that are equivalent to fractions of "thought" prepackaged eventually lead to a simple depletion of the narrative. You do not get in the end kinesthesia maybe you had in mind, but only the "story of a story."
short, the modern narrative seems to have married the most radical positions of phenomenology, turning every story in a sort of verification in the laboratory of the theories of Husserl.
It 's a situation that seems to me very interesting, and should be investigated more thoroughly: whether to bring it to its logical conclusion, or to fight it with all your strength.

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Symphony - The three days of creation.


Normally the construction of a narrative through three phases, as in most classical music compositions.

The first movement is air and light, a off with panache: the mind flickers between pleasantly different ideas, driven here and there on the mood of the moment without any constraint. In the face of fashion, address books and readers distracted, a whole universe of potential reality and fantasy is spread before you teleport from one to another effortlessly with the same ease of Commander Kirk: All the laws of thermodynamics are violated happily, times and spaces far away come together in a carnival and irresistible kitsch.

Then one of endless possibilities begins to emerge from the primordial soup and elbowing, annihilating its rivals with all the ferocity of the struggle for survival, sperm and egg meet and work begins as the embryo becomes an autonomous being. They are the "nine months to smell" mentioned by Belli, a descent into hell and a long apron, a slow very painful and endless. The items, which until just before they were a sort of delicious Bajada ready to satisfy our every desire smaller, they begin to rebel miners' worse than a Soviet Caucasus. We must hold together all the threads of the plot, trying to make sense of the insights that at first seemed so effective. The story that he had seduced, the fictional characters so carefully first begin to appear as boring old aunts who are repeating the same things, then as peddlers bother, then how hateful burglar at night. The mind that wants to get away on other stories is still debated to this block of concrete that drags you deeper and deeper. Family, social relationships, even the most immediate interests in land by treating it diperdono a milky fog, a thick soup that are subject to continuous risk of defeat. And while you fight to get the word End, is now often are born Unfinished , wrecks drifting for abandonment of the field.

Finally, the third movement, which promises to be a suffered of strings, woodwinds and trombones, worse than the song of death and love for Isolde. All the toxins accumulated during the last months of work overwhelm immunity defense raised by the nature of mental health, and explodes into a visceral discomfort for what has been done, now we see as a foreign body, however an abortion in you must leave early as possible before going insane forever. Everything seems wrong, uncertain, and it defends itself from the tragic sense of inadequacy and defeat ricomnciando only think of some new company which will clear in our minds all memory of the old, overlaying real weakness to his dream of a new force.

However, as they say, always better than working.