gauchecritic
When there are grey skies
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I realise this is extremely presumptuous, because I have been very lax in not visiting the feedback place for quite some time and am asking for help now. So apologies first.
This is the thing.
I've begun a story which has started out in a very different style to how I usually write. First person conversational.
It's not that I find it difficult or am blocked or worried about the characters or plot (what little there is). What I am wondering about is how readable it is. How many backclicks will it generate? Does it meander too much?
So if anyone could offer thoughts on this I would be most grateful. Enough negative responses will see its demise as a style (but not as a story).
Here is the thing:
Rain Story
I once new a girl whose parents called all 5 of their kids pretty weird names. Well, weird to me anyway. Well put it this way, you’ve seen “Cat on a hot tin roof” right? Or read the Tennessee Williams book? Well the Paul Newman character. Damn. What was it? Brick. Big Daddy and his wife actually called their son Brick. Now that’s weird yeah? That is a weird name to give your kid.
Sort of like a hippy kid name, like Sky or Autumn or a rock star’s kid like Zowie or Moon Unit. Well this girl’s Mam and Dad didn’t even have that excuse, they weren’t hippies, they certainly weren’t rock stars they were just deaf. Does being deaf mean you have to give your kids weird names?
Maybe they did that Indian thing, sorry not Indian, Native American.
(If it was named America after it was discovered how could the Indians be Native Americans? Wouldn’t they be native big-land-to-desertions? Or whatever they called the place themselves.)
Anyway, that Native American thing where they called their kids after the first thing they saw when they came out of the tepee. Like Swift Horse or Running Dear or Big Cactus. I’ll bet that’s not true anyway. Whatever.
She had two sisters and two brothers and their names were Soda, Grey, Manly and Court. I’m just glad my parents weren’t deaf.
All the brothers and sisters could all do the sign language even though they could hear and talk.
Small tip, don’t call deaf people “deaf and dumb”, most of the time they can talk, well not talk but they do have voices, only they can’t hear themselves or others so they can’t learn how to make words properly, besides which, dumb also means stupid and that’s just not nice. Deaf-mute doesn’t apply in these cases either for the same reason.
Where was I? Storm. That was her name. She had a stormy temper. And she was the only one of the kids who was deaf too. Deaf people are quite well known for being aggressive, especially if in groups, that’s usually frustration, not being able to sign as fast as they think and learning fingerspelling isn’t a big help even if it does show willing. That’s just as frustrating for them. They have to concentrate really hard while you work out which finger is which vowel and they’ve already guessed the word from the context. Let them lip-read if you can’t sign, almost all the deaf people I’ve met are really good lip-readers and seem to use sign just as back up. Watch two ‘lately deaf’ people signing and they watch each other’s lips as well as noticing the signs.
Be that as it may, this isn’t about how to communicate with the deaf culture, it’s about me and Storm.
Storm wasn’t beautiful, but she wasn’t plain either. Her face and figure seemed to hold a beauty that, close-up, couldn’t possibly be there from the bits you could see. She had nearly a mono-brow for starters, which she refused to pluck or shave or anything. Her hair was generally straggly, with wisps dancing where they may to the tune of the slightest breeze. She had a mild squint in her left eye. Can you remember Karen Black the actress? Airport 79 or whichever it was. That sort of squint. Just Google her name, you’ll see who I mean.
So, the question is: Would you want to carry on reading that story? Or did you backclick after the first aside?
Gauche
This is the thing.
I've begun a story which has started out in a very different style to how I usually write. First person conversational.
It's not that I find it difficult or am blocked or worried about the characters or plot (what little there is). What I am wondering about is how readable it is. How many backclicks will it generate? Does it meander too much?
So if anyone could offer thoughts on this I would be most grateful. Enough negative responses will see its demise as a style (but not as a story).
Here is the thing:
Rain Story
I once new a girl whose parents called all 5 of their kids pretty weird names. Well, weird to me anyway. Well put it this way, you’ve seen “Cat on a hot tin roof” right? Or read the Tennessee Williams book? Well the Paul Newman character. Damn. What was it? Brick. Big Daddy and his wife actually called their son Brick. Now that’s weird yeah? That is a weird name to give your kid.
Sort of like a hippy kid name, like Sky or Autumn or a rock star’s kid like Zowie or Moon Unit. Well this girl’s Mam and Dad didn’t even have that excuse, they weren’t hippies, they certainly weren’t rock stars they were just deaf. Does being deaf mean you have to give your kids weird names?
Maybe they did that Indian thing, sorry not Indian, Native American.
(If it was named America after it was discovered how could the Indians be Native Americans? Wouldn’t they be native big-land-to-desertions? Or whatever they called the place themselves.)
Anyway, that Native American thing where they called their kids after the first thing they saw when they came out of the tepee. Like Swift Horse or Running Dear or Big Cactus. I’ll bet that’s not true anyway. Whatever.
She had two sisters and two brothers and their names were Soda, Grey, Manly and Court. I’m just glad my parents weren’t deaf.
All the brothers and sisters could all do the sign language even though they could hear and talk.
Small tip, don’t call deaf people “deaf and dumb”, most of the time they can talk, well not talk but they do have voices, only they can’t hear themselves or others so they can’t learn how to make words properly, besides which, dumb also means stupid and that’s just not nice. Deaf-mute doesn’t apply in these cases either for the same reason.
Where was I? Storm. That was her name. She had a stormy temper. And she was the only one of the kids who was deaf too. Deaf people are quite well known for being aggressive, especially if in groups, that’s usually frustration, not being able to sign as fast as they think and learning fingerspelling isn’t a big help even if it does show willing. That’s just as frustrating for them. They have to concentrate really hard while you work out which finger is which vowel and they’ve already guessed the word from the context. Let them lip-read if you can’t sign, almost all the deaf people I’ve met are really good lip-readers and seem to use sign just as back up. Watch two ‘lately deaf’ people signing and they watch each other’s lips as well as noticing the signs.
Be that as it may, this isn’t about how to communicate with the deaf culture, it’s about me and Storm.
Storm wasn’t beautiful, but she wasn’t plain either. Her face and figure seemed to hold a beauty that, close-up, couldn’t possibly be there from the bits you could see. She had nearly a mono-brow for starters, which she refused to pluck or shave or anything. Her hair was generally straggly, with wisps dancing where they may to the tune of the slightest breeze. She had a mild squint in her left eye. Can you remember Karen Black the actress? Airport 79 or whichever it was. That sort of squint. Just Google her name, you’ll see who I mean.
So, the question is: Would you want to carry on reading that story? Or did you backclick after the first aside?
Gauche