Isabel Costello ‘s latest blogpost concerns character in fiction. It is the characters in any book that hook us, perhaps even more than a plot. We want to empathise with them , even love them a little. And in order for us to do that, the writer must convince us of the credibility of their characters. We will suspend our disbelief if we recognise something true. (Although if you check out Jake Barton ‘s latest blog post you’ll read an interesting case to the contrary)
We know ourselves to be a mass of inconsistencies and contradictions, no one is straightforward. But we aint art. As writers, we just have to do enough to imply all this psychological baggage, unless of course we are writing Mrs Dalloway.
As a small example of this, Joni Mitchell gave me a small but telling insight into the way that all of us can suffer from cognitive dissonance. In the song ‘Hejira’, she sings;
‘We all come and go unknown/ Each so deep and superficial/Between the forceps and the stone’
It’s so simple. Yes, we can be and mostly are both deep and superficial. As always, I was impressed by her elegant concision and the absolute truth of the statement.
Getting back to the purpose of this exercise, Isabel crazily put herself forward as an example of character and Susan Elliot Wright followed, as did Janet O’Kane, and Kristin Celms. So despite the fact that I hate exposing myself, I feel I owe it to you chaps who have read my blog and said such nice things about it, to do the same.
Genes/Inheritance
I am the youngest of five children brought up in a Catholic family in a village in Kent. So ‘Catholic’ was my experience that not only did all my brothers and sisters go to Catholic schools, but our house served as the local mass centre for the parish. This meant that every Sunday we had Mass said in, what was laughingly known as, ‘the billiard room’. Even worse I had three aunts who were nuns and two uncles who were priests.
Despite the fact that hordes of people trooped to our house on a Sunday, our family fostered a weird bunker mentality of ‘us’ against ‘them’. My father never wanted any of us to leave home and most of us agreed with him, because he had made it such a very nice place to be. My mother was a consumate carer of children, cook, gardener, always putting everyone before herself.
Environment
I live in the country with three dogs, two cats, chickens, my husband and a lot of dog hair.I have to live in the countryside. I need nature and feel that it feeds me, keeping me sane. I love to go to London for the day and soak up all that energy, but if I had to stay overnight, I’d get very depressed. Man-made ugliness oppresses me terribly, mind you there is a bit of that out here in the countryside too. The bad side of living in the country is finding compatible people. I am not ‘horsey’, I am not posh, nor do I vote Tory, like most of my neighbours. When we first moved here, I kept getting invited to ‘Coffee Mornings’ and assumed them to be ironic ‘Coffee Mornings’, then was sadly disabused of this notion.
Habits
I am a little bit chaotic. I have a tendancy to stop doing ‘my thing’ in favour of other peoples’ things. When I was young that meant dropping education or jobs in order to follow men. In the last twenty years it has meant devoting myself to my kids, who are grown up now.
I have to write or I get miserable. I am interested in everything and am therefore constantly distracted by the radio and TV, books and papers. However, spreading myself so thinly, I have ended up with a great deal of muddled knowledge, spread across a lot of topics but only veneer deep. This does not, however, stop me from pretending I bloody know everything.
Personality
I am shy but I love talking, although I can’t do small talk. Years ago I used to dream of having perfect dinner parties where important and fabulous conversations took place. My attempts to make these a reality were always a disappointment. That’s why I love Twitter; at last, one can make inconsequential remarks or even attempt profundity and there are people out there who might understand and perhaps respond. I used to love parties, but now I hate them and my daughter has told me that, even worse, I have become socially awkward. It’s true, I don’t know what to do with my arms!
I don’t fit in, anywhere. I never have. I like the company of women as well as men, but I can’t do the girly thing. I always was a bit of a loner and a tomboy. I am irritatingly cheerful and have a compulsion to crack jokes that I laugh at heartily myself, to others dismay, while all the time thinking how I’m wasted on these people!
I love wild weather and the sea.
I consider myself to have been a sensitive/pathetic child who was traumatised by the Catholic church, big time. I have wounds, let me tell you and they still show. I apologise for myself all the time, feel guilty about even the good things I do (which are rare) And although I have been a confirmed agnostic since I was thirteen, I love church music (not hymns). I’m with Alain de Botton on this one, the good things that flow from religion can be enjoyed without signing on for the dogma.
Skills
I’m a good cook and I can garden pretty well. I think I’m O.K. at listening to my kids and trying to help them. I used to sing in a band but
can’t play a musical instrument and I wish I could.
And one more thing…
I was married to a Canadian, for visa purposes only, on a trans-Canadian train by a punk musician (lately of the Sex Pistols) who was a licensed preacher of the Church of the Fiery Pillar, Georgia. The marriage wasn’t consummated and it didn’t help me stay in Canada but it was the best wedding reception ever. We fused all the lights on the train and brought it to a halt in the Prairies.
If you’d like to take part in #realcharacter, just blog about yourself as we have, then tweet a link, using the #realcharacter hashtag. You’ll be found and retweeted.
Ok. You win. Your marriage story has to be the best I’ve seen so far. Hands down. 😉
Thanks for sharing your #realcharacter post with us all! You included so many wonderful images. I don’t know that I’ll be able to forget the “billiard room” church service.
Best,
Erin
Hi Erin. So reassuring to get your comment when I’m feeling all naked!
You think the ‘billiard room’ is bad, the priest used to hear ‘confession’ behind a screen in our living room, and my brothers once wired it for sound!
Thanks for taking the time to read all my rubbish. Much appreciated. Nan x
Thanks for taking part in #realcharacter – I too loved the story of your marriage on the train. Was also interested to read about your tendency to apologise all the time, as my husband had a strict Catholic upbringing and does the same thing. Good luck with your writing.
Thanks Janet, I appreciate that!
Such a joy to read–thank you for your #realcharacter! I found myself relating to so much in your blog–loving solitude, not knowing what to do with arms, guilt…so much! And the kicker marriage on a Canadian train? Phenomenal! Looking forward to reading more from you!
Cheers,
Monica
Thanks Monica. So pleased you said that. I tried to comment on your blog but my own ineptitude conspired against me. However I wanted to say how naturally and funnily you write. A hell of a lot more than an ‘iota’ of talent in there. Also what a very handsome couple in that photograph! I can’t see any evidence of dough products or chocolate consumption!
Looking forward to more entertainment on your blog.
Happy Days.
Nan
Nan, I am breaking my week off technology because I just have to tell you how much I loved your #realcharacter, thank you so much for letting me strongarm you into doing it (I wasn’t at all sure you would!). I have to say my Catholic ordeals totally pale into insignificance compared to yours although I have a few I would be prepared to share with you and you alone (my mother has no idea what she did to me!) Totally agree with the others, that Canadian marriage story is world class. I so hope you need to re-name this blog one day. OK, back to looking glam in Nice now – breakfast sur le balcon awaits me xx
Ah Isabel thanks so much. I am touched that you’d let breakfast sur le balcon wait on my behalf!
I’m glad that I joined in. It’s curious that we don’t stop to think of ourselves objectively and weirdly I think it is good therapy! So I owe you much thanks for that.
Let’s talk Catholic damage some day, that, I’m sure would be therapeutic too. Until then, soak up that sun in Nice and keep up the glam. Counting on you. xx
What you don’t realise perhaps is that consummated or not that marriage was perfectly legal, and I take my officiating duties extremely seriously. Naturally I duly registered the marriage, as I was legally and religiously obliged to do. If I understand your personal circumstances aright, this would imply I think that one little detail you have chosen to omit from your biography is that technically you are a bigamist, madame.
I remain as ever at your service, for weddings, divorces, and bar-mitzvahs,
The Reverend E.Tudor-Pole.
Dear Rev T-P
It’s a fair cop gov. Just don’t grass me up to the rozzers.I don’t think I could stand it if they rip my epaulettes off again and break my sword like they did when I broke Brownie Law. Just give me 24 hours to take ship for Shanghai disguised as George Osborne’s butler. Either that or could you arrange my divorce? Will it have to be on a train?
Nan,
I was genuinely disappointed not to have received your ‘normal’ (ah-hem) blog post through my inbox this week, until I read on and discovered all this lovely/funny/interesting stuff about you. I don’t have the balls to come clean about who I am quite so publicly so shall probably not be following the #realcharacter trend, but we do have several things in common (I can’t do small talk, I don’t fit in, anywhere and I am not posh, to name but three) – and these things make me very happy. That’s enough for me.
Hi Wendy,
I felt terribly sheepish about revealing myself, but it proved to be an oddly liberating experience! What a great compliment it is that you felt disappointed not to receive the regular load of baloney; I love that and also the fact that we are non-posh misfits. Here’s to less small talk. Thanks Wendy, really appreciated. More rubbish heading your way soon!
Hooray :)))
We regret to inform you that “oddly” was proceeding in approximately the appropriate direction, madam. I look forward to meeting you.
PS
We like non-posh misfits here.
I really loved this post. Thank you. Cathy x PS I’m definitely going to join in. Soon.
Thanks Cathy, so nice of you to say so. Can’t wait for you to join in! x
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