Post by account_disabled on Jan 6, 2024 5:32:40 GMT
I have never been bored reading children's stories, everything happens when it has to happen and ends when it has to end. The story, in short, has its own rhythm, it holds the reader's attention without making him give up. It's not about writing fast-paced stories, it's not necessary. In Tom Sawyer I don't remember anything that was pressing, nor in other novels I've read. However, there is a constant rhythm, no drop in tone, no slowing down. It's clear that it all depends on whether the reader is a child or a teenager, and therefore more inclined to get bored, but there are adults, like me, who get bored for very little. The three-act structure That is , beginning, development and end . Can you always spot this pattern in the novels you read? I do not. There are some who argue that a story doesn't necessarily have to follow this structure.
And which one, then? In the novel The Special Data Cloud Atlas and the structure is that of the sextet six stories connected to each other, but each story has its own beginning, a development and a conclusion. Perhaps in children's novels this structure is more evident, but it reminds us that a story must be concluded, that we cannot leave the reader with the question "so what?", but we must satisfy him. There have been novels in which I didn't even glimpse the three acts, as if there had only been one, a continuous beginning without getting to the point. As adults we lose the meaning of stories We indulge in sensations, we focus on style, we perhaps deal with a problem, we forget about the beauty of the story itself, of telling, of narration as pure entertainment. I like to see writing in this way, for me fiction is pure digression into the imagination, this is why I appreciate children's literature, because I am convinced that it can teach us a lot, that it is the key to writing good stories.
Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master. The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time.
And which one, then? In the novel The Special Data Cloud Atlas and the structure is that of the sextet six stories connected to each other, but each story has its own beginning, a development and a conclusion. Perhaps in children's novels this structure is more evident, but it reminds us that a story must be concluded, that we cannot leave the reader with the question "so what?", but we must satisfy him. There have been novels in which I didn't even glimpse the three acts, as if there had only been one, a continuous beginning without getting to the point. As adults we lose the meaning of stories We indulge in sensations, we focus on style, we perhaps deal with a problem, we forget about the beauty of the story itself, of telling, of narration as pure entertainment. I like to see writing in this way, for me fiction is pure digression into the imagination, this is why I appreciate children's literature, because I am convinced that it can teach us a lot, that it is the key to writing good stories.
Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master. The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time.