A Sunset To Remember

People love to watch the sunset. My friend Bob never tires of this. He lives in Aruba, down the road from my place, and as often as possible, sometimes seven days a week, he sits on his deck with a cold beer and toasts the end of a fine day. Here’s an example.

I took this one looking northwest from Savaneta, the little fishing village where we live. The colors were spectacular. It was possible to watch them change as the sun dropped. At the lower latitudes, the sun descends rapidly. Actually the earth turns; the sun stays where it is. But you think the sun is descending. Anyway, you can’t beat the view from here. The stuff of legend and romance.

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The Brevity Cult

I first learned the term “brevity cult” from author Neal Stephenson. He writes long books with enough detail to not only put you in the scene but to saturate every one of the five senses. Then he interlinks historical context with story elements. If that’s not enough he gets into all types of other factors from the hard sciences to sociology. These are the types of books I like to read and they are the type of books I write. (The first draft of my novel, An Island Away, was 1200 pages.) Ken Follet’s Pillars of the Earth is another example of a long book that is stunningly good. There are plenty more examples to be found, just search the shelves of your local bookstore.

The brevity cult, on the other hand, prefers short novels. There are plenty of these out there, too. I’ve read a few. They’re all broth, no meat, no vegetables, no flavor. Someone went somewhere, something happened, it’s over. The sentence structures are pared down to the bare bones with no variety, no winding paths, nothing to tickle the brain. They feature tons of dialog, as if a book and a play are the same thing. If I only want to hear people talk, I’ll go to the local bar and eavesdrop.

I’m not sure what publishers see in these short books. The public buys them in some numbers but they also rave about plenty of long books. I’m a bit insulted by a 197 page novel. That’s a short story where I come from. If three of them were put together in a collection it would be worth the cover price. However, I’m not plunking down righteous coin for so few pages.

Furthermore, I wonder if some authors are simply lazy. Often enough they don’t even label who’s speaking, which is fine until there are ten pages of dialog or four characters speaking. What’s the point of putting together a story and not fully developing it? If you’re going to ask the reader to spend some time between the covers, make it worth their while. Work hard, spin those plot threads among characters that are loved and hated, cherished or despised. If not, write magazine articles or shopping lists for that matter.

Oh, there is a name for these short books. They’re called “slender gems.” Well, if you think a lump of quartz is the same as a diamond, just try giving it to your wife. No, really honey, I mean it.

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A Swath of Aruba

Here is a photo taken from high upon a hill in Aruba. The view looks to the west, down over an area known as Rooi Koochi and then the fishing village of Savaneta.

Aruba is a desert island, full of tall cactus and Divi trees. The constant trade winds give the Divi tree its distinctive shape, which always points to the west.

I rode my bicycle to the top of this hill which features a massive water tank. The ride is among the toughest on the island since the grade is beyond steep. This is good for exercise and to use all those gears on my mountain bike. Of course, some day I may have a heart attack doing this, and no one but the local goats will take notice.

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Three Men and A Writer

There I was in Tarifa, Spain. A story idea came to me, so I fired up the notebook. Leaning against the wall for support, I scribbled away without noticing these three guys until later.

Take notice to the shape of the arch above me. This is called “mudejar” architecture, which derives from the Moorish occupation of Spain. The arches continue past the supporting columns giving that distinct bump.

I would guess these men were old enough to be my grandfather’s age. They had quite a conversation going, very animated. No doubt they solved a few of the world’s problems and decided where they were going to have their afternoon drink. I’ve had the good luck to be counseled over the years by many people much older than myself. If you’re willing to listen, they’ll teach you as much as you can learn. For the price of drink, it might be more valuable than a college course or funnier than an hour of stand-up.

Published in: on June 8, 2008 at 6:51 pm  Leave a Comment  
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