By Susan E. Wagner
Roy H. Williams, in The Monday Morning Memo of February 11, 2019, writes how Margaret Atwood believes the story might have opened, “It was dark inside the wolf.” Williams goes on to analyze this in his piece, without telling us the title of the story she is speaking about.
It’s a good example of “tell it slant,” a story told in a different way, that slowly reveals truth.
The image of being inside the wolf, slowly gives us the who and why. In this case, the truth is a grandmother gets eaten, Red Riding Hood’s grandmother.
This year’s reporting on COVID-19 has probably been examined for truth more than any reporting ever has in this country. Truth is told in different angles in different ways, that will eventually end with something as close to the truth as we can get. We see the story slanted, though the ending is unknown.
Whether you prefer memoir, fiction, nonfiction, or poetry, we want your slant on some aspect of truth that inspires you, worries you, frightens you, or pleases you. This has been a year unlike any other in many ways and we are nearly at the end of it, the year, if not the story. Take a look back. See if there’s a truth you can give us in any form.
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Our class meets inside her 1825 barn, now called the Cultural Center, where her family once kept Guernsey cows and hosted Boy Scout, Girl Scout, and 4-H meetings, parties for wounded soldiers during the Second World War and even a temporary kindergarten for the overcrowded local school district. In a large high-ceilinged room that was once a basketball court for her children, my students write at tables with a view of well-tended gardens. Pearl Buck’s portrait hangs larger than life above a stage at one end of the room.
I was shocked by this because it was a piece of fiction. Did it have elements I related to? Of course. Like Stephen King, some things in my life just had to be written or they’d overwhelm me. But I did use the emotions I’d felt to drive me, changing the actual circumstances. This was largely to protect myself. The last thing I ever wanted was for my family to figure out what I was writing about.
A hero goes on an outward linear journey or quest to find his father and reconcile with his mother.