BlackShanglan
Silver-Tongued Papist
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That's tedious to others. To me, it's an exciting - albeit tragically late - revelation.
It's style. My style in my writing scenes. It's completely schizophrenic.
I should say, rather, that the style in my sex scenes is consistent, at least in the bad ones. It's just consistent with all other bad sex scenes I write. And it's bad because it has nothing to do with the style of the work I am writing.
That's the lightbulb that came on today - although in terms of force, it was more like a supernova. BY GOD THAT'S IT! That is precisely it, at least in the two chief offenders - sex scenes I hate more every time I read them, stuck in the middle of works I rather like. That's the problem.
It came to me today as I was reading Wilde (and don't all good ideas, really, come from Wilde, one way or another?). It was "The Decay of Lying," and I was laughing and loving him, again, for that wonderful, taunting, deliberately self-immolating claim: that art is the creation of beautiful untrue things, and that all real beauty is magnificent lie. It fits well with many of my goals when I seek the Symbolist end of my own style, but then at times I try realism - and in fact was recently, much to my own shock, complimented upon it. I was mulling my choices, comparing a realistic work with a symbolist one (both of my own making), and it hit me like a cattle truck.
The sex scenes. They didn't change at all. And that's why they're awful.
One work is a symbolist fable. The other is a discursive, wandering, 19th-century-style bit of colored realism. But both sex scenes are the same dry, tedious, 20th century over-written hyper-detail-obsessed factually realist tripe. No wonder they're so God-awful.
I feel like I've found the Holy Grail. That is, I've realized why my sex scenes are ruining both of those stories, and why they never seemed to fit. It's not just plot or characterization; they both distort the style of the piece in horrible ways. It's like we suddenly cut to a porn movie and then back to whatever we were doing before.
It's a good realization. However, it's also an unnerving one - because, of course, I now see what it is that I need to do, and that's rather terrifying.
I have to learn how to write a Symbolist sex scene.
I have to learn to write a 19th century colored realism sex scene.
Help?
I recognize that my concerns are not everyone's, but I would love to hear from others who have dealt with this issue. If you're making conscious choices about style in your story, how do you keep the sex scene from distorting it? How do you manage the reader's desire for detail and specific blow-by-blow action with writing styles that don't tend to focus on those?
I recognize that I will have rocks thrown at me by some readers, but it's the story that's the primary concern to me, not the sex. I think I can see already that I will have to cut detail in many sex scenes; nothing else in my stories gets that level of detail, and surely that's part of why it ends up getting tedious. But the Symbolist piece terrifies me at the same time that it enchants me. Transforming a series of sequential actions - a sex scene - into a few powerful images ... I fear it. And yet I crave it. Are there any guides out there to the undiscovered country?
Shanglan
It's style. My style in my writing scenes. It's completely schizophrenic.
I should say, rather, that the style in my sex scenes is consistent, at least in the bad ones. It's just consistent with all other bad sex scenes I write. And it's bad because it has nothing to do with the style of the work I am writing.
That's the lightbulb that came on today - although in terms of force, it was more like a supernova. BY GOD THAT'S IT! That is precisely it, at least in the two chief offenders - sex scenes I hate more every time I read them, stuck in the middle of works I rather like. That's the problem.
It came to me today as I was reading Wilde (and don't all good ideas, really, come from Wilde, one way or another?). It was "The Decay of Lying," and I was laughing and loving him, again, for that wonderful, taunting, deliberately self-immolating claim: that art is the creation of beautiful untrue things, and that all real beauty is magnificent lie. It fits well with many of my goals when I seek the Symbolist end of my own style, but then at times I try realism - and in fact was recently, much to my own shock, complimented upon it. I was mulling my choices, comparing a realistic work with a symbolist one (both of my own making), and it hit me like a cattle truck.
The sex scenes. They didn't change at all. And that's why they're awful.
One work is a symbolist fable. The other is a discursive, wandering, 19th-century-style bit of colored realism. But both sex scenes are the same dry, tedious, 20th century over-written hyper-detail-obsessed factually realist tripe. No wonder they're so God-awful.
I feel like I've found the Holy Grail. That is, I've realized why my sex scenes are ruining both of those stories, and why they never seemed to fit. It's not just plot or characterization; they both distort the style of the piece in horrible ways. It's like we suddenly cut to a porn movie and then back to whatever we were doing before.
It's a good realization. However, it's also an unnerving one - because, of course, I now see what it is that I need to do, and that's rather terrifying.
I have to learn how to write a Symbolist sex scene.
I have to learn to write a 19th century colored realism sex scene.
Help?
I recognize that my concerns are not everyone's, but I would love to hear from others who have dealt with this issue. If you're making conscious choices about style in your story, how do you keep the sex scene from distorting it? How do you manage the reader's desire for detail and specific blow-by-blow action with writing styles that don't tend to focus on those?
I recognize that I will have rocks thrown at me by some readers, but it's the story that's the primary concern to me, not the sex. I think I can see already that I will have to cut detail in many sex scenes; nothing else in my stories gets that level of detail, and surely that's part of why it ends up getting tedious. But the Symbolist piece terrifies me at the same time that it enchants me. Transforming a series of sequential actions - a sex scene - into a few powerful images ... I fear it. And yet I crave it. Are there any guides out there to the undiscovered country?
Shanglan
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