The Iridescence of Vowels

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Myla Goldberg’s Bee Season I liked mostly for its use of the sound of language in imagery and as a narrative device.  I meant, things like this are just beautiful:

Consonants are the camels of language, proudly carrying their lingual loads. Vowels, however, are a different species, the fish that flash and glisten in the watery depths. Vowels are elastic and inconstant, fickle, and unfaithful.

Having mild synaesthesia, I’ve always associated sounds with colour. The luque-rimbaudiridescence of vowels I first found in Goldberg’s novel, and I fell in love with it: it was a little revelation, of the finding-words-for-a-hazy-thought variety. It is an idea I always use when trying to teach someone the joys, sorrows and mysteries of English pronunciation. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Continue reading

Opera Mishaps

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bouncing_tosca_by_michael_fSome stories you don’t quite know how to take – especially when they begin to crop up in reference to different circumstances. One such story is that of the bouncing Tosca,  that goes more or less like this: I don’t think I’m spoiling anything if I say that, at the end of the third Act, Tosca escapes conviction and unhappiness by the drastic means of jumping off the ramparts of Castel Sant’Angelo… Continue reading

The Player’s Boy

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sam-wanamakerNo, not Bryer, and not Antonia Forest, either – although sooner or later we’ll have to talk of both.

This time it is a great article from The Idle Woman – a lovely blog about historical fiction, history and theatre. Leander went to the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse for what must have been a wonderful night of experimenting with the Elizabethan/Jacobean way of doing things on a stage – and our modern perceptions. Continue reading

Iridescence, after all

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RogerBWMany years ago, in the palace of the Ajuntament in Barcelona, I came across a set of fresco mural painting, showing how Catalan knight in shining armour Roger de la Flor, after generously saving the Byzantine Empire from some Turkish horde or other, was betrayed and murdered for his pains by the same Emperor he had saved… Bad Byzantines! Bad!

All very interesting – and yet… Continue reading

The PolyglOwl and the Pussyglot

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OwlpussycatBecause the next Ad Alta Voce meeting will be all about literary cats, I was hunting through the Net for a suitable Italian translation of Edward Lear’s The Owl and the Pussycat*, when I stumbled on a website boasting no less than 126 translations of the poem in 111 languages… Continue reading

The Truthful Things

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Coat_of_Arms_of_Duchy_of_CourlandI’ve started a new MOOC with FutureLearn – a creative writing thing. I’m still getting my bearings, but there were a few interesting things during the first week.

At one point, we were asked to write two short paragraphs – one containing three facts and one piece of fiction, and one composed of three fictions and one fact. What I found interesting was one observation during the post-exercise discussion, to the effect that, at times, the truthful things are the element that sound most invented.

And  yes – I don’t think I’d ever thought of it in these terms, but it happens often enough. Or, at least, it is surprisingly easy to have someone nitpick at things that are absolutely and genuinely true.

And I am not speaking of the dreaded But It Really Happened Like This – not at all.

A friend of mine was once berated by an editor for writing dinosaurs in a story of his, that were not plausible. Except, my friend is a paleontologist, so odds are that his dinosaurs stood on very sound scientific ground.

I’ve had my fair share of this on historical matters, but my favourite case happened with my Italian blog, the one time I tried to play an April’s Fool prank. Now, in Italy April’s Fool goes under the name of Pesce d’Aprile – that is to say April Fish – so it seemed appropriate to make up a slightly preposterous story, set it against an unlikely historical backdrop in the Duchy of Courland and Semigallia, and sprinkle it with fish-things: surnames, metaphors, knightly orders, similitudes, a little fake bibliography, a ducal banquet… you get the drift: everything, but everything had fins. I had great fun writing it, and posted it on the Ist of April – and nobody got it.

All my readers assumed that the story was genuine – all except one.

“You got the fish?” I asked her, and the answer was, “No – what fish? I very nearly swallowed it, but the Duchy of Courland and Semigallia was a bit much.”

Except, you see, Courland is a real place, or at least was for several centuries, and is still there, as a part of Lithuania. But it sounded invented. It sounded Ruritanian, I suppose, and therefore not plausible…

Now, in this case I was I was deliberately playing fast and loose with truth and fiction and, when I’m not playing pranks, it is my firm belief that playing Spot The Departure From The Sources is seldom the best way to enjoy a novel* – but I find it fascinating to see how we arbitrarily decide what is, must be or cannot possibly be true.

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* This, of course, does NOT apply to anachronisms and glaring errors.

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