Almost two years ago (Really? It was two years ago already?
Yes, yes it was) I wrote about truth in fiction. At that time, it was the
poignancy and truth I recognized in the source material of the local high
school production of Fiddler on the Roof. The point was that there were large truths
about relationships between fathers and daughters, between tradition and
change. 'Fiddler' works so well because it's a case of fiction revealing the Truth, and it's something the best fiction should aspire to.
There's another kind of truth that can be found in good
fiction. It's one I'm a big believer in. Unlike Truth with a capital 'T', I
think of these as 'stupid little truths.'
You know you've encountered them--stupid little truths are
those small, seemingly inconsequential details in a work of fiction
that make you nod along and say, "Yeah, that's it, right there." I
love it when I get something back from a beta reader and find a comment that
says, "That's so true!" or "You nailed it!" And I love
finding them when I'm reading someone else's book.
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New writers are constantly warned not to load up on needless detail and unnecessary verbiage. "Use the fewest words
possible," we're told. "Keep your word count down. If it doesn't
reveal character or advance the plot, dump it." All good advice, yet
stupid little truths fly in the face of this advice. Unlike Chekhov's Gun, stupid
little truths may not be especially important to the story, yet like a pinch of salt, a dash of pepper, a
few drops of Red Hot they add so much to the story.
One of the masters of stupid little truths is
Stephen King. King peppers his work with stupid little truths. I always think of
a short, simple quote from Needful Things:
"But the real reason he'd gone was the one most bad decisions have in
common: it had seemed like a good idea at the time." The line feels a bit like a throwaway. It's part of a passage that establishes the
character of Alan Pangborn, top lawman in the doomed town of Castle
Rock. Is it necessary, that line? No, I don't think it
is. But I also remember the first time I read it, and how it made me smile and think, "Yeah, that's it, right there!"
Another great stupid little truth comes in King's massive book,
IT. In the opening pages we meet six-year-old Georgie Denbrough, who is tasked with
getting something from the basement for his older brother, who is bed-ridden with
the flu. Like many six-year-olds, Georgie is petrified of the basement. There's
a scene of perhaps 12 paragraphs in which Georgie does his best to get this
thing from the shelf four steps down the cellar stairs. He's there, clinging to
the door frame, fumbling for the light switch, and while the damp smell of basement
rises to meet him, his fear of some horrible creature in the basement rises as well. It's perfect, and it captures neatly an experience
common to so many children, though it's not strictly necessary. It's a little
over one page out of 1100, a handful of paragraphs out of thousands. The Denbrough
basement plays no other role in the book, and while Georgie himself looms large
as a motivator for his brother's later actions, he himself will be dead by page 15 (since King tells us this
on p. 5, it's not exactly a spoiler). George's fear of the basement
is not needed; it's unnecessary verbiage, the sort of detail that we might be tempted to keep out of
the book in favor of streamlining and minimal word count, yet it's a stupid
little truth that adds so much to the reading experience.
Would we miss it if it weren't there? Of course not. If his editor had said, "Steve, this whole bit here should go," and King had said, "Yeah, you're right,"we never would have known. But it's there, and it enriches the reading experience.
Granted, Stephen King has a lot more leeway than many of us. Still, there's room for 'stupid little truths', and, I think, need. What do you think?
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