Voice: Memoir Monday on Tuesday

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In an earlier post on the ‘I’ characters found in memoir I mentioned that the narrating ‘I’ could be polyvocal – that they could have multiple voices.

Firstly, what is a voice. There are two meanings and one always occurs in memoir whilst the other works in some. Firstly it is the distinctive tone or style of an author or memoir (indeed all literary works will have a voice). In memoir the reader consumes the work hearing the narrator’s voice– perhaps persuading, confiding, grieving or confessing — and will assign what they hear to being the author’s own voice. It often feels as though the author is talking directly to you. In fact, I felt this was one of the biggest compliments I had received when a friend who had read my first memoir said to me that she felt as though I was in the room telling my story. This relationship between the voice and the reader differs from fiction where seldom is the voice read in the novel ascribed to the author.

It is this voice that gives us the essence of the person the narrator is. It gives us a view into their inner thoughts and expresses the relationships the narrator has between others and the world in which he/she lives. This is the voice that often makes it seem as though a memoir is full of ‘I’ and therefore mono vocal. This is far from the reality as the narrating ‘I’ also gives us numerous other voices. In a bildungsroman (coming of age narrative) the narrating ‘I’ will give the voice of the remembered child and this will change as the child goes from one state to another. The same may occur in an illness memoir where we might be given the remembered voice of the sick ‘I’ with this changing as they recover or survive. There may also be the voices of the parents, doctors, teachers, siblings and many others.

Time will also have an effect on the voices  depending on the time span of the narrative where one ‘I’ can change into another, the time between the events and the writing of them can change the voice due to ideological changes or that distance from the events has led to a change in the author’s relationship to the event. For example, a marriage separation written the day after it occurred would probably have a caustic, condemning, ironic or bitter voice as opposed to one written twenty years later where both parties were now both happily remarried. If the time it has taken for the narrative to be written is also a long time period it is possible to see a change of voice within th e narrative itself.

Voice can also be shown by dialogue and this can involve numerous people as individuals, giving the reader a relationship with these others as well and showing the relationship of the narrated ‘I’ to them. Dialogue is a good tool by which to develop character. However voice is not necessarily confined to the individual but can be the voice of a community or group. Voice will show the effect of culture, ethnic background and other facets of a communal group such as gender and social standing.

The second meaning of voice in memoir is where the narrative is written to tell the story of a disadvantaged group that is giving voice to a group that had been previously silent. These included feminist memoirs, aids memoirs and many other politically sensitive groups.

When looking at my own voice I believe that it has a conversational tone, as though I am sitting with a glass of red wine in hand telling a story to friends at a dinner party. One memoir that I read I felt the tone of voice was gossipy and conspiratorial. The author Susan McCorkindale also used second person and this annoyed me immensely as I didn’t agree with everything she said and became angry that she presumed she knew what I was thinking. Elizabeth Gilbert in her sequel to Eat Pray Love used an academic voice for large parts of it as did Jill Kerr-Conway in her sequel True North. What kind of voice does your narrator use? Can you recognise the other voices in the narrative?

This is part of Memoir Monday. If you write about memoir, technique, your own experiences and process please feel free to link up.

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Holes: Cee’s Odd Ball Photos

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Holes of all sizes

small offering escape

or safe refuge

holes with perfect symmetry

No use for planting

other than construction poles

as roots constrict and plant withers

holes giving potential fun in the sun

And the biggest hole of all

Visible from space 

A natural wonder.

In response to Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

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Cotton Tree Heaven:Silent Sunday

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Weekend Coffee Share: 28th May 2016

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Hi. Welcome and come on in. The kettle’s on the boil and the machine for coffee only takes seconds to fire up if you’d like a cappuchino or any type of coffee or hot chocolate. In winter a hot chocolate is often warming but the weather has been so warm and beautifully warm, summer-like even that we haven’t, as yet, felt a need for warming. If the forecasters are correct that situation may change on Sunday when it is supposed to turn bitterly cold. In the sub-tropics we never get bitterly cold but it is amazing how, once acclimatised to the heat, a drop in temperature will bring out the polar fleeces.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that all is well in my world. In fact I haven’t done much except housework and work on my thesis referencing all week. Of course I have done my usual posts on word press. Friday Fictioneers and the 99 word flash fiction from Carrot Ranch being among my favourite posts of the week. I have been more successful in getting around and visiting others this week and what a wealth of posts there are. I hope I manage to have a similar amount of time to visit this coming week.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that we had another delightful lunch at the Boat Shed at Cotton Tree. This time we had a voucher from my sister-in-law from Germany and I felt justified in having a desert as well as an entree and a main course. Yes I know I’m a pig. I chose the tasting plate for the desert. I hope you can see from the picture what a great choice I made. I’m still drooling just at the thought of it.

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and with such a magnificent view to be had – what more could one ask.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you Muffin excelled herself this week at dog training. Nothing spooked her and she behaved just as she should and that I finished an enjoyable read Treading Water by Angie Oakley which I recommend and will write a review of in the next couple of weeks. I’ve started the second in a trilogy by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and so far it is proving as good as the first.

So as I have so little to tell you perhaps you can start talking and tell me what you would tell me if we were having coffee. My ears are waggling in anticipation. Thank you Diana for hosting our coffee mornings.

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Spare: Weekly Photo Challenge

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Living in the bush we spared the life of many critters. Not only the wildlife but we also saved a number of our farm pets from the knackery, such as the miniature horse with the gammy leg. Despite its rear hip being twisted Snowflake could still manage an almighty rear kick.

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We didn’t kill anything and relocated any snake or rodent that wanted to make our house its home.

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We even examined roadkill to check that a female kangaroo was not carrying a joey in her pouch. On at least one occasion we spared a life despite the injuries of the mother. This is not the spare however that I want to concentrate on.

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Nor are my spare glasses. Luckily these were spare as Muffin managed to get seven pairs, leaving no spares, before I learnt to put my glasses out of reach.

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I want instead to talk of spare landscapes. Spare is not a word we would use in Australia to commonly describe landscape. We would more often use sparse, barren, dessert, treeless or savanna. We have many of these in Australia.These two scenes are in the Broken Hill Region of Australia.

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Switzerland, a land of scenic beauty, also has examples of spare on the high mountains such as Rocher de Nayes.

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And in France the vast expanses in the Ardeche made me feel small and insignificant.

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Iceland is predominantly a land of grasses, heathlands and bogs. Much of this is due to natural causes such as geothermal activity and glacial events. Any trees have long been used by the human settlers as fuel for cooking and warmth. Despite the sparseness of the countryside it is incredibly beautiful.

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Greenland is even more devoid of vegetation. This was apparent from the moment we landed. We were informed prior to disembarking that due to a gale our transfer by boat to the township of Kulusuk, on an island in the Ammassalili fiord in South East Greenland was not a possibility. Those who were fit could follow a guide and walk to the township. Others would have to wait at the airport hotel until transport was again possible. I chose to do the forty minute trek which allowed me to see the barrenness of the Greenland landscape.

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The walk was rough, over predominantly rocky arctic tundra which was covered with a light layer of moss-like grass. Between the crevices arctic flowers and glacial buttercups poked their heads. We followed a track which allowed uninterrupted views of the blue water of the bay and the pristine white, occasionally blue icebergs. The rocky mountain rose steeply to the side of the track. We passed a cemetery but most of the small white crosses were dotted beside the track and up the hillside.

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“Not enough dirt to have them all in one place so we bury them where we can dig a hole” the guide told me. We began our descent into the town of blue and rust red buildings, which we could now see nestled on the bay, protected from the elements by the mountain behind. We were traversing glaciers and fording streams which gently babbled over the worn rocks which lined its base and it was not long before my shoes were wet through. I hadn’t anticipated this cross country walk and had worn ordinary sneakers with thick socks. Bones aching, I trudged on.

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Never had I experienced cold like this and this was early summer but it was worth it for the deeper understanding I gained of the harshness of the conditions (although even colder in winter it was easier to get around as dog teams were used for transport) and the spare beauty of the landscape.

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In response to Weekly Photo Challenge.

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Skywatch Friday:27th May 2016 Noosaville 5.16pm

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Foliage not Flowers: Floral Friday

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Guilt: Friday Fictioneers

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Imploring. Beseeching. Would the image of those children’s eyes, the colour of the wet rocks ever leave me? Those rocks were the only reminder now the sea was calm. It held none of the menace of that day. The small wooden boat floundering in the waves, broken on the rocks. The children struggled futilely, their drowning eyes boring holes into my soul. Now all I wished was for peace. Peace for them and for me. The church hadn’t helped and nor had the psychiatrists they’d sent me to. Sacrifice was my only hope. I pushed my daughter off the cliff.

In response to Rochelle’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers

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Glow: Thursday’s Special

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Red and yellow glows

offer comfort, warmth and safety

while that which glows blue and green

Unsafe you find you feel

Fearful of radioactivity,

outer space or simply what lies within

your own headspace

A feeling of unrest 

Unless of course,

if it is a bit of fun

then all colours

seemingly benignly glow.

In response to Paula’s prompt

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Learning: Weekly Discover Challenge

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There probably comes a time in everybody’s life when the realisation that they are getting older suddenly hits home. Concerns about the development of altzheimers becomes real and perusing the current information available becomes more pertinent. This happened for me in the eighties. I started to learn ballroom dancing as this satisfied all three of the criteria for the prevention of this dementia – you had to remember the steps, it gave you exercise and it had a social component. For me it didn’t satisfy learning as my ballroom dance teacher believed that the man had to lead and the woman follow  – and I did just that.

In order to test the ability of my brain to retain knowledge I enrolled in a psychology degree at university. Everyone doing an arts degree at Macquarie was condemned to do at least one unit of statistics. In this I discovered a passion that I had not previously known and found it interesting that my brother, having done his pHD in physics had taken up a career in statistics. If I’d discovered earlier my love for the subject I too may have gone down that path. The psychology though was a disappointment. After two years my brain was not stretched at all. I figured that as a nurse I had a background  knowledge and my life experience sufficed for other knowledge I needed. Apart from reading for references it was just too easy. I didn’t feel I was learning anything and I was flying through the exams with distinctions.

It was time to change. Challenge myself. I had always been hopeless at Maths. My mother, who had attempted to tutor me as a child, explained my mathematical non-ability as being the result of a brain which was not logical. I blamed her for putting the tables on the back of the toilet door and then testing me when I exited the small room. The only thing I gained from that exercise was constipation and not having the basic tools I needed to be a force mathematically.

I successfully altered my academic path and changed to a science degree where I initially planned on majoring in biology but finally majored in earth sciences. I continued on with statistics and I now had to do first year maths. This I worried about so I hired a maths tutor who came in the long summer break to get me up to speed. He discovered I danced and wanted to do a 1 hour tute followed by some dancing. This went on for a few weeks and I was improving but he was starting to be amorous so these lessons discontinued. I continued practising and felt fairly confident on my first day in class until the lecturer put an equation up on the board. I probably could have done it had I half an hour to work on it but other students were yelling the answers out within seconds. The equation became longer and longer and I became more and more lost. At the end of the lecture I went to admin and unenrolled. It meant that without it I would be limited in the subjects I could take but I could manage.

We did have one lecturer who taught a lesson I have never forgotten. He said ” You won’t remember any of the lectures you do at university. But if you learn anything it will be that you will know that you don’t know but you will know how to research and discover the information that you need. You will learn to research.”

It is a lesson that I learnt well and it has stood me in good stead throughout all my career changes, in my writing and blogging and particularly as I am now doing a Masters by research.

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