Expectations of Readers
Now, well, this part I wanted to take it easier.
Because here, rather than talking about the expectations of the readers, I believe that what Harold Bloom calls "the anatomy of influence" weighs much more heavily.
Let's remember, for example, when we were girls. In class, the Arts teacher asked us to make a drawing on the block on any subject. So what did we do? We were looking at the partner on the side, right? Somehow we needed to have an idea of what others were doing; then, the source of inspiration we were looking for had a cultural exchange nature;
not marketing. It was an instinctive, innocent desire.
In the same way, as members of a society that we are, with everything we do unconsciously we seek to identify ourselves with others, we need that approval to know that we are not weird bugs, and that there are people who even enjoy our ideas or creations. Then, from approval we move on to admiration. Which is much more important than respect, because it implies an affection, a feeling, we obtain an emotional reward that sometimes floods our hearts.
In the Heavy Metal that is seen a lot: regardless of what style each one has, men and women alike we are a brotherhood that immediately closes ranks in the face of any adversity or danger.
And I'm not talking about marketing yet.
I personally think that this feeling, this pure philosophy, because it is a need of the soul, is something that should accompany every artist until the end of their days.
But what is an artist? What is the obligation of the artist? What should be the goal of Art, like this with a capital A?
Need for expression, on the one hand. That is the raw material we all start with. For which Mom would scold us every time we drew a picture on the wall.
Then, the schools, the culture, the society of which we are a part, speaks to us of styles, structures, materials, aesthetic schools, blah blah, blah. For most of us, all of that enters through one ear and leaves through the other; what we want is to go out and play with others.
But not all, exactly. Because there are some of us who, well, we don't pay much attention to what the teacher says. But somehow something begins to draw our attention in those images of sculptures or paintings that they show us. We have our first notions of beauty, of a certain solemnity and almost spiritual precision. The delicacy of a dancer's movements. The thrilling held crescendo of a tenor.
So Sunday visits to a museum no longer seem boring to us; it starts to look like visiting a church. Because we begin to perceive that there is a hidden mystery out there, and although we still do not know what it is, it seems good and eminent to us.
Some of us are even moved. It makes us feel a strange anxiety that absorbs us and leaves us groggy.
Until mom pulls our sleeves so we can continue to see the other things.
Thus the desire for knowledge is born.
Or when we listen to certain music we remain silent, absorbed. Also when a teacher or one of our classmates reads something in class: with good luck, some of us, although we still do not know what it is called, begin to capture the lyrical flight and emotion. When the words are the ones that become music. Then we discover another form of beauty.
Traces of a first love.
And I could bet that almost all of us fell in love for the first time in winter.
And I'm not talking about marketing yet.
Because even we ourselves do not realize when we begin to separate ourselves from the rest; most to draw first. Then, as we read and learn, our conceptual framework begins to expand. We begin to be aware of the world around us. We started to have an opinion on many things. We have a critical stance. For the first time we are aware of our technical limitations. They are the first features of what Harold Bloom calls "
the anguish of influence." We long to draw a certain picture or write a poem; but we find it, ho, childish, and obviously we feel frustrated.
So we have discovered a need for evolution.
This is what motivates us to learn. What drives us to watch certain programs, read certain books. This will help strengthen our critical stance. In all artistic manifestations we are already capable of establishing differentiated categories. Certain things we like more than others, it is inevitable; but also we already have an idea of why that is due, and we are even able to say what things we would change. So, from
the anguish of influence, we move on to
the anatomy of influence. We began to have referents, authors with whom we identified. We began to establish our own thematic corpus. We began to intervene in reality.
It is here that perhaps for the first time we discover that there is something called a
reader, what in Communications is called
the receiver of the message.
And? Nothing changes too much in our conception of the matter.
In reality, what matters most to us at that moment, what should matter to us, is the posture we should have towards our creations. Our evolution has brought us to a point where, whatever this may be, we have a position vis-à-vis Art, and in particular Literature. Which we defend; incidentally, all opinions are valid.
But, when we ask ourselves what we would change, or how we would write this or that story or novel, how we think that these should be, according to our particular tastes, that thematic corpus that was previously only a theoretical frame of reference, now becomes
practical.
That's when we decide to take action, and we open a new document or put a blank sheet in the typewriter. We already know exactly the type of story or novel we want to write. Or we should know. In this regard, a highly recommended system is to design a plot scheme that considers all aspects of the characters, the type of story and ideas about their likely development. It is only a reference, beware, a guide to guide us; not an Autocad with everything detailed.
But, as Harold Bloom says, we already somehow already know that on an unconscious level. We know what we mean; all we have to resolve is how we say it.
Likewise, that mysterious intangible entity called
the reader is also beginning to interest us. But because of the need for approval I was talking about at the beginning. Then, of our own free will, we pay more attention to Communication classes. Deep down, all the conventions of writing (style) and grammar (form) have to do with ensuring that the message in the bottle that we throw into the sea reaches that beach or port where our reader is.
And I'm not talking about marketing yet.
Nor am I going to do it. Because of all that analysis that over so many years we have been doing as a result of seeing or reading one and another thing, it results in that the position of each writer is unique and original, or should be. Naturally
it will influence in a decisive way how much each writer reads, because, as I said to another colleague in another thread, to learn to write well
the most important thing is to read a lot and about everything. Which means that it is not good to read only fantasy or
sci-fi if one likes to write fantasy or
sci-fi. Well, that is one of the main causes that other authors from the mainstream, and therefore do not belong to the fandom, have been giving us a good beating for a long time. My opinion is that the
New Wave, which was the great hope, with very few exceptions, completely missed the shot.
Then let's not make the same mistake ourselves. At least let's write well.
Ultimately,
I think the only important thing about writing is enjoying the game. That's like faith, or being in love, something that only one knows. It is something pure that comes from your heart, and while that happens, I assure you that there will always be someone willing to read what you write.
Because, as other colleagues said,
there are no formulas that guarantee success. The only thing you can do is your best and most honest effort, and be true to what makes your heart beat and lift it as you write. Because if sometimes tears roll down your cheeks while you write, I also assure you that someone somewhere will also get excited when they read it. And that is the key to everything.
Remember that first day when you discovered that serene beauty.
In the same trench. With everyone. Always!