Plot twists are hard to pull off properly. For example, look at any romance story. Over the years certain expectations have developed about such matters. Everyone knows that by the end that the guy or girl will end up with whomever they have had their eye set on for the entirety
of the story, that's how everyone wants things to end up. There might be little twists in plot, more ups than downs in one plot than the other, but everyone knows that by the end the protagonist will have found and gotten whoever it is he is really looking for. In action stories, you know that the hero will always make it, because it just feels wrong any other way.
Short stories, in addition to having to deal with such matters typical of plot, must also deal with elements inherent to the short story form, mainly that there is a single pull. Essentially what amounts to one or two major scenes out of a novel become the entirety of a short story. As such things move faster and again, certain expectations are developed. For example, in most Science-Fiction short stories, the story's setting usually functions as a very flavorful backdrop that dictates names and descriptions of characters and actions, but nothing really relating to the pure plot. There is also the notion of the pull, the one thing that creates the story, the little "what if..." that serves as the grain upon which everything is built. Still though, what this does is allow for a certain suspension of disbelief that causes a reader to simply take certain details for granted.
In Philip K. Dick's short story "War Veteran" most of the plot revolves around two forces gearing up for a war while the intrigue of a veteran from this upcoming war arrives from the future. The expectation of this is that time travel, specifically the veteran's travel, is to be the grain of the story, and for perhaps the first two-thirds of the story, functions as such. However, near the end of the book, more pieces start to fall in place and a plot twist arrives, fairly unexpected. Thus, by exploiting his reader's expectations of both science fiction and short story structure, Philip K. Dick successfully hides the story's secret in plain sight, within an element that those familiar with either matter would simply take for granted and not give a second glance towards.
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
The True Tragedy of Hamlet
For those that don't know, Hamlet is one of Shakespeare's four great Tragedies. Written in a close span after the death of his son, these plays are known for pointing out futile elements of human existence, the tendency for unfortunate scenarios to surface in our lives, and the inevitable death of well, everyone. However, the most tragic thing I see in Hamlet, is the fact that in 400 years, human nature is still inherently the same.
Hamlet faces a terrible choice, either kill his uncle and tarnish his soul, or leave his father's ghost to roam the night for eternity, never finding rest. From a pure logic standpoint though, it's a fairly obvious choice. Kill the uncle, then pray for forgiveness. Considering the system that would call the murder a sin also allows for forgiveness, it is fairly obvious what to do. But we all really know the truth. Hamlet isn't so much scared for his eternal soul as he is scared to actually kill someone. So it's less a struggle with choices as it is a struggle for courage. This same struggle is seen and referenced around 300 years later in T.S. Elliot's "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock." Although less a matter of life and death, still we find that seemingly insurmountable element of human nature, angst. Even when the choice is logically obvious (kill the uncle in Hamlet's case or hook up with the girl in Prufrock's) I know firsthand that humans still hem and haw about such matters.
The fact that this isn't anything new, and probably wasn't anything new back in Shakespere's time, and doesn't seem to be changing in our time, is the true tragedy to be found in Hamlet.
Hamlet faces a terrible choice, either kill his uncle and tarnish his soul, or leave his father's ghost to roam the night for eternity, never finding rest. From a pure logic standpoint though, it's a fairly obvious choice. Kill the uncle, then pray for forgiveness. Considering the system that would call the murder a sin also allows for forgiveness, it is fairly obvious what to do. But we all really know the truth. Hamlet isn't so much scared for his eternal soul as he is scared to actually kill someone. So it's less a struggle with choices as it is a struggle for courage. This same struggle is seen and referenced around 300 years later in T.S. Elliot's "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock." Although less a matter of life and death, still we find that seemingly insurmountable element of human nature, angst. Even when the choice is logically obvious (kill the uncle in Hamlet's case or hook up with the girl in Prufrock's) I know firsthand that humans still hem and haw about such matters.
The fact that this isn't anything new, and probably wasn't anything new back in Shakespere's time, and doesn't seem to be changing in our time, is the true tragedy to be found in Hamlet.
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