{"id":2189,"date":"2012-05-11T14:28:23","date_gmt":"2012-05-11T13:28:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mmcgrath.co.uk\/?p=2189"},"modified":"2014-06-24T18:00:28","modified_gmt":"2014-06-24T17:00:28","slug":"fridays-words-of-wisdom-the-lonely-voice-a-study-of-the-short-story-by-frank-oconnor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.mmcgrath.co.uk\/?p=2189","title":{"rendered":"FRIDAY’S WORDS OF WISDOM: THE LONELY VOICE: A STUDY OF THE SHORT STORY BY FRANK O’CONNOR"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>I first read some of Frank O\u2019Connor\u2019s short stories (and translated Irish poetry) when I was at school and they made an impression because when I picked up a second hand collection recently, some of the stories came back to me word for word and, I realised, they\u2019d been pickling in my brain for decades. So, when I discovered that he\u2019d written a book called The Lonely Voice: A Study of the Short Story<\/em> (Melville House Publishing, 2004), I was pestering the internet at once.<\/p>\n

O\u2019Connor was born in Cork in 1903, his best writing is a sharply observed insight into the world of my grandfather (who was about the same age) \u2013 rural Ireland seen through an amused, slightly cynical but generally sympathetic eye. The Lonely Voice<\/em>, then, is a remarkable book to be written by a man who grew up in the poorest of circumstances and received little formal education. It is based upon a series of lectures he gave at Stanford University in the early 1960s, not long before he died, and it ranges widely across the \u201cgreats\u201d of the short story form, with chapters on, amongst others, Maupassant, Turgenev, Flaubert and Chekhov.<\/p>\n

If that all seems like it might be heavy going, it isn\u2019t. This is not a complex work of literary theory \u2013 though O\u2019Connor definitely has a theory of literature – O\u2019Connor doesn\u2019t assume a foreknowledge of any author\u2019s work and he deals firmly in specifics, providing in these pages everything you need to know to follow his argument and encouragement to go out and grasp these writers for yourself. Even if you know nothing of these writers \u2013and there were plenty (like Turgenev, Coppard and Katherine Mansfield) I\u2019ve never read at all \u2013 there\u2019s much here for anyone interested in writing. That\u2019s mostly due to vast well of enthusiasm that drives The Lonely Voice<\/em>. I recently also read The Short Story<\/em> by Sean O\u2019Faolain (O\u2019Connor\u2019s contemporary) which is a po-faced book full of the angst of genius and a resolute determination to show off how much O\u2019Faolain knew. There\u2019s none of that flummery in O\u2019Connor \u2013 he\u2019s covering a broad range of writers but he\u2019s doing it with an ease born from an obvious fascination with the subject and an excitement to share his thoughts with others.<\/p>\n

Despite often being connected to ancient storytelling traditions, O\u2019Connor sees the short story, like the novel, as a modern creature, they are both:<\/p>\n

..the product of a critical, scientific age, and we recognize the merits of a short story much as we recognize the merits of a novel \u2013 in terms of plausibility. By this I do not mean verisimilitude \u2013 that we can get from a newspaper report \u2013 but an ideal action worked out in terms of verisimilitude. As we shall see, there are dozens of ways of expressing verisimilitude \u2013 as many as there are great writers \u2013 but no way of explaining its absence, no way of saying, \u2018At this point the character\u2019s behaviour becomes completely inexplicable.\u2019 Almost from its beginnings the short story, like the novel, abandoned devices of a public art in which the storyteller assumed the mass assent of an audience to his wildest improvisations… It began and continues to function as a private art intended to satisfy the standards of the individual, solitary, critical reader. (13-14)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I find this interesting both politically \u2013 the idea that our \u201ccritical, scientific age\u201d (I\u2019d call it capitalism) has removed storytelling (or rather the response to storytelling) from the public sphere (perhaps cinema filled that gap for a while, but that too has been largely overtaken by more isolating technologies) and made it a private response. I\u2019m also interested as a writer who dabbles in genre short fiction with the sense that there is in fandom (now communicating in real-time across the internet etc.) some kind of counter-current against this privatisation of reactions to storytelling. I think of how people Twitter their responses to books almost chapter-by-chapter and to the running commentary it provides to television programmes or sporting events and I wonder if we are seeing the legacy of (or a resurgence towards) storytelling as a public art.<\/p>\n

Talking about Turgenev\u2019s \u201cThe Overcoat\u201d \u2013 which O\u2019Connor (and others) identify as the source of the modern, literary, short story he notes the absence of the \u201chero\u201d \u2013 a key feature in this tradition:<\/p>\n

There is no character here with whom the reader can identify himself, unless it is that nameless horrified figure who represents the author. There is no form of society to which any character in it could possibly attach himself and regard as normal. In discussions of the modern novel we have come to talk of it as the novel without a hero.
\nIn fact, the short story has never had a hero. What it has instead is a submerged population group… That submerged population changes its character from writer to writer, from generation to generation. It may be Gogol\u2019s officials, Turgenev\u2019s serfs, Maupassant\u2019s prostitutes, Chekhov\u2019s doctors and teachers, Sherwood Anderson\u2019s provincials, always dreaming of escape.
\n[…] The submerged population is not submerged entirely by material considerations; it can also be submerged by the absence of spiritual ones, as in the priests and spoiled priests of JF Powers American short stories.
\nAlways in the short story there is this sense of outlawed figures wandering about on the fringes of society, superimposed sometimes on symbolic figures whom they caricature and echo \u2013 Christ, Socrates, Moses… As a result there is in the short story is at its most characteristic something we do not often find in the novel \u2013 and intense awareness of human loneliness. (17-19)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

There\u2019s a sharp contrast here between the advice most often handed out to writers (certainly in genre and often in magazine guidelines) \u2013 make your characters sympathetic, make them active, make them heroic (anti-heroic or post-heroic, at least in terms of their ability to change their own circumstances) and this emphasis on the importance of \u201csubmerged populations\u201d \u2013 the outcasts, the ignored and the embarrassing. What is notable too is the way this vision of the subject of the short story is entirely antithetical to the Campbellian omnicompetent engineer who story revolves around his determination to solve problems.<\/p>\n

While the modern novel and the short story are, for O\u2019Connor, born from the same sources, they are fundamentally different.<\/p>\n

The novel can still adhere to the classical concept of civilised society, of man as an animal who lives in a community, as in Jane Austen and Trollope it obviously does; but the short story remains by its very nature remote from the community \u2013 romantic, individualistic, and intransigent. (20)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Formally, the differences between the short story and the novel are not just related to length \u2013 though that\u2019s clearly important.<\/p>\n

For the short-story writer there is no such thing as an essential form. Because his frame of reference can never be the totality of a human life, he must be forever selecting the point at which he can approach it, and each selection he makes contain the possibility of a new form as well as the possibility of a complete fiasco. (21)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Here again, the contrast between this literary definition of a short story and what is common in genre writing is striking. This reflects one of the trends I\u2019ve noticed reading slush piles \u2013 many genre short stories are mini novels \u2013 they begin with a question, fiddle around in the middle and then come to a conclusion in which everything is packed up and put neatly away \u2013 there\u2019s no sense of them belonging to a broader universe, let alone their characters having lives beyond the limits of the restricted word count. They are determined to be complete.<\/p>\n

Not that the urge to tinker doesn\u2019t have its downsides.<\/p>\n

…it is only too easy for a short-story writer to become a little too much of an artist. Hemingway, for instance, has so studied the artful approach to the significant moment that we sometimes end up with too much significance and too little information. (23)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And O\u2019Connor notes that Joyce, who produced just one masterful collection of short stories, never returned to the form because he became too much concerned with the art of writing. O\u2019Connor himself, both in this book and in his own work, doesn\u2019t dabble much with the arcane arts of technical experimentation. Too much art meant the short story \u201cno longer rang with the tone of a man\u2019s voice speaking\u201d (28) \u2013 something central to his conception of the art form. The introduction to this book suggests that some of the young writers in the class he gave at Stanford thought him hopelessly old-fashioned \u2013 it\u2019s not hard to see why that might be so. There is, for him, a fine line to be walked between art and nature.<\/p>\n

Once can put this crudely by saying that the form of the novel is given by the length; in the short story the length his given by the form… A great short story is not necessarily short at all, and the conception of the short story as a miniature art is inherently false. Basically the difference between the short story and the novel is not one of length. It is a difference between pure and applied storytelling, and in case someone has still failed to get the point, I am not trying to decry applied storytelling. Pure storytelling is more artistic, that is all, and in storytelling I am not sure how much art is preferable to nature. (26)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In discussing Turgenev\u2019s work, he returns to the difference between the novel and the short story. Turgenev\u2019s novels are short and his novelettes and short stories are frequently long and marking the dividing line between them is not easy.<\/p>\n

Dmitry Mirsky, who was clearly troubled by this particular problem, made a neat distinction when he pointed out that the novelettes do not contain the long and often tiresome conversations about general ideas that the Russian public expected from a \u2018serious\u2019 novelist. Before reading Mirsky, I had written that the difference was that the characters in the novelettes, unlike the characters in the novels were not intended to have general significance, which may be only another way of saying the same thing, though, if this is so, I think it a more accurate one. After all, Chekhov, who was a storyteller pure and simple, did have a tendency to introduce those tedious discussions on general ideas into his stories, but this does not make them into novels. Even \u2018The Duel,\u2019 which is quite as long as many novels are, is full of these discussions but it is still recognisably a short story. Perhaps, at the same time, I belabour this point, because it fits in with my own view of the difference between the novel and story as one between characters regarded as representative figures and characters regarded as outcasts, lonely individuals. (53)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I\u2019m not sure that we\u2019re likely to be able to convince the folk behind the Hugo that this is the best way to delineate the novelette and novel categories in the future, but I think it\u2019s a fascinating and potentially useful way for a writer to think about what they\u2019re writing.<\/p>\n

The essay on Maupassant is interesting not least the fact that O\u2019Connor reports that \u201csixty-five of his stories which have circulated in America are not by Maupassant at all\u201d (69). O\u2019Connor is enthusiastic about Maupassant\u2019s writing and his championing of a \u201csubmerged population,\u201d but I think he hits the nail on or about the head when he notes that there is something \u201cunsatisfactory\u201d in his work.<\/p>\n

His inspiration is sexual, and sex is a dangerous source of inspiration, for it so easily becomes ambivalent, and stories and novels that in their inpiration were a passionate protest against the exploitation and degradation of sex easily become merely another way of exploiting and degrading it. A man who chooses sex as his inspiration has inherited a brothel; he may, of course, use it to make the lives of his staff happier and better, but there is always the possibility that he will use them for his own profit and pleasure. Was there ever a publican with sense who did not realize the dangers of drinking himself out of business? … \u00a0It is not the loss of business that worries the sensible publican but the degradation which he knows must accompany it. How, if one is not one of the exploited, does one describe them without being one of the exploiters? (69-70)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This is a genuine problem \u2013 one that continues to trouble writers and which seems to be taking greater significance in considerations within genre as concerns about equality and postcolonial theories of criticism steadily gain ground. It is also, I think, a question no-one has successfully answered. The most obvious answer, that those in positions of privilege should not write about the lives of those exploited, seems straightforward enough but the actual effect would be to make these \u201csubmerged populations\u201d all-but invisible in mainstream art and the media and that would, I think, be both counterproductive (allowing the privileged to ignore their wider responsibilities) and dangerous (encouraging isolationism, reaction and, ultimately, deepening damaging divisions).<\/p>\n

In his discussion of Kipling, O\u2019Connor recognises that not all short stories are necessarily written for private consumption. Kipling\u2019s stories directly address an audience, O\u2019Connor reckons this was because Kipling was psychologically incapable of facing a crises on his own due to a weakness in his character or in the British imperial class (O\u2019Connor was an IRA man in the war for independence and the subsequent civil war).<\/p>\n

I suspect that it was an utter inability to face crises alone, and that this was something he had acquired from his upbringing as a little member of a colonial group, the impression was that one was never alone or at least never should be alone. If one were left alone, nightmare succeeded.
\nAnd this seems to me Kipling\u2019s real dilemma. It was the instinct of the short-story teller that made him choose India as the scene of his best work; and it was proper that his submerged population, the British colonials \u2013 always lonely, frequently industrious, sometimes idealistic and self-sacrificing \u2013 should have their spokesman. But, in fact, they never really were a submerged population, always an ascendency, or so at least their spokesman chose to think them, because that weakness in his own character made it impossible for him to describe people who were alone. Besides, their circumstances do not permit them to be alone, for they live in the middle of hostile alien groups that will destroy them if ever they are left alone. Their schools, regiments, classes, races, always rise up to protect them from their essential loneliness. (107)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

O\u2019Connor can\u2019t shake off a sneaking regard for Kipling: \u201cAs a weak man I like to believe that not only is God watching over me but the Eleventh Hussars are keeping an eye on me as well. As a mature one I know that Kipling is a damned liar.\u201d (109) \u2013 but he\u2019s hardly alone in that. Even Edward Said (of Orientalism<\/em>) had a soft spot for Kim<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not going to try to construct a tortured metaphor to link the modern American tradition of sf (America is a country that defines itself as constantly being the plucky underdog against vast forces moving against it \u2013 the British Empire, Communism, Islamism…) and O\u2019Connor\u2019s notion of Kipling\u2019s beleaguered colonials but I think it is interesting to note that of all the writers considered in The Lonely <\/em>Voice, the typical Kipling story is the type most similar to the typical sf story.<\/p>\n

Not all of The Lonely Voice<\/em> is easily digestible today. It will be quickly become clear that this book is primarily about white male authors. O\u2019Connor does mention his admiration for existing and emerging traditions amongst Caribbean and Indian writers \u2013 recognising in them the concern with \u201csubmerged populations\u201d that defines his vision of the great short story \u2013 but none are directly discussed in depth. The chapter on Isaac Babel \u2013 a Russian Jew \u2013 is both admiring and full of questions about authenticity that raise the character of his specifically Jewish insight in a way that is different from the standards O\u2019Connor applies to other writers considered here (although I suppose Kipling\u2019s imperial British prejudices do get a going over too). And women don\u2019t fair particularly well either. His admiration for the stories of Mary Lavin doesn\u2019t stop him comparing her to an over-enthusiastic schoolgirl and, of his analysis of the work of Katherine Mansfield I could at best, generously, say that it is \u201cof its time and place\u201d but, less generously, I might simply point out that it is horrendously sexist and peculiarly obsessed with her sexuality to the point of homophobia.<\/p>\n

Whether the modern reader can live with the problematic chapters in The Lonely Voice<\/em> will, I suppose, depend on whether they can categorise them as archaisms, cultural baggage, that a writer (whose major concern in his work to draw attention to the outcast and the \u201csubmerged\u201d) could not shake off. They come together in a chunk towards the end of the book and their crudeness is a shock given the sentiments that preceded them. I may be overly prone to give O\u2019Connor some leeway. His short stories \u2013 though not themselves sentimental \u2013 stir up, for me, half-remembered images and family legends and the kind of simpering, maudlin, romanticism that I hate in other Irishmen. I\u2019m willing to place him in context \u2013 as emerging from a society in which certain prejudices were so heavily engrained that seeing through them at all, however imperfectly, required a degree of bravery and determination. Others might not be as generous.<\/p>\n

That said, the Mansfield essay does raise one interesting point, which relates back to O\u2019Connor\u2019s concerns with Maupassant the idea that the author has to live the life to write about it:<\/p>\n

The trouble with \u2018experience\u2019 in the sense which Katherine Mansfield sought it is that by being self conscious it becomes self-defeating. The eye is always looking beyond the \u2018experience\u2019 to the use that is to be made of it, and in the process the experience itself has changed its nature, and worldliness no longer means maturity but a sort of permanent adolescence… the \u2018copy\u2019 she was collection was on a par with the \u2018experience\u2019 and could only result in a permanent attitude of knowingness concealing a complete emotional immaturity. (127)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

As I\u2019ve noted, I\u2019ve not read Mansfield\u2019s work and don\u2019t know if this criticism of her work is fair, but there\u2019s something in the general point that an obsession with having \u2018experiences\u2019 is common amongst a certain type of aspiring writer and it isn\u2019t always balanced by an ability to critically assess those experiences in a grown-up way.<\/p>\n

This is not a book about how to write short stories \u2013 O\u2019Connor\u2019s personal approach was, to say the least, idiosyncratic. He never stopped tinkering and reworking and rewriting and many of his stories have been published in a wide variety of forms and under numerous different titles. It is perhaps not surprising then that, when he chooses to end The Lonely Voice<\/em> with a piece of advice for the aspiring writer, it is about persistence:<\/p>\n

The writer should never forget that he is also a reader, though a prejudiced one, and if he cannot read his own work a dozen times he can scarcely expect a reader to look at it twice. Likewise, what bores him after the sixth reading is quite liable to bore a reader at the first, and what \u00a0pleases him after the twelfth may please a reader at the second. Most of my stories have been rewritten a dozen times, a few of them fifty times. (211)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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