Skywatch Friday: 26th September 2014 Noosa 8:14 am

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Floral Friday: Azaelas add a little colour

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Call me anything but don’t call me late for dinner: Names and their importance

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Names are a subject of great importance to memoir writers. I would go further and say names are important for us all.

Paul Eakin, states in his article Breaking the Rules: The Consequences of Self Narration that we learn from our parents at an early age the rules for the telling of life narratives. We all tell life narratives, every day, but very few people write them. The three rules he describes are  1) tell the truth 2) maintain the privacy of others 3) “to display a normative model of personhood”. I am still getting my head around number 3 but it is to do with relating stories with a person who is not in a normal state to remember eg a person with Alzheimer’s.

It is rule 2 that we get stuck on. Maintain the privacy of others as the very nature of writing memoir is also writing someone else’s biography. So how do you get around this. Some people change the names. I have great difficulty with this for a number of reasons. I have recently taken up doing Charli’s 99 word flash fiction challenge. I have noticed that I have immense problems giving my characters names. So much so that often I haven’t named them at all.  I had been pondering this problem for awhile and eventually concluded that by naming them they become real, yet as I am writing fiction they aren’t real.

I have also tried changing names in my memoir and that is equally as disastrous. The flow of the writing dries and the person shrivells and dies until I give them their identity back. Some identities in the story cannot be made anonymous even if I  did change the name. Lejeune put forward that if the author’s name is the same as the ‘I’  character in the book, you are reading an autobiographical text and that a pact is made with the reader that the writer is telling the truth and the reader accepts that. So as my name is on the book my husband is identifiable as my husband no matter what I call him.

Josie Arnold says about a character she renamed in her memoir Mother Superior, Woman Inferior “I continue to regret it as it seems to me to dishonour the truth and the woman concerned.” I feel likewise. In fact I have found that many people want their name used. They are happy to be featured. We once named a pig and a friend on asking  what was the pig’s name, was told the pig was named after her. She was horrified. She ranted and raved. Inwardly she was thrilled. She lived on the tale at countless dinner parties and now admits that she was pleased we had thought of her when we named the pig.

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Another way is to keep your characters nameless and faceless. Peter Mayle does this in his Provence series of memoirs and so does a great blogger  Tangental. This technique works well for him as it did for Peter Mayle.

Your name is the first thing you own and the last thing you lose when it comes to identity. What comes first memoir or identity? Do you make yourself from the story of your family? Do you readjust unintentionally memories to fit with the identity memoir has given you? Is this why adopted children have so many torments as they haven’t been given a memoir by right of birth? Is this why nations struggle when their history is rewritten and their national identity tampered with such as in Japan recently with the rewriting of history regarding World War II?

Shakespeare intimated in Romeo and Juliet that names do not affect the way things are:

Juliet:

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo:

[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet:

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

Romeo:

I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

 

but I don’t go along with this. My family name is going to die with my brother. All his children have their mother’s surname. His wives weren’t prepared to change their name. This is the modern way. Strangely I was saddened deeply by the thought of our name dying. A bit like our heritage the Mathers castle on the coast of Scotland which is falling into the sea.

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© colin mathers 2005 (used with permission)

To end on a quote – not about names – on memoir writing given to me by Lisa of Bite Size Memoir in a comment in the stream which started this post off :

“The writer of memoir makes a pact with her reader that what she writes is the truth as best she can tell it. But the original pact, the real deal, is with herself. Be honest, dig deep, or don’t bother.”

Abigail Thomas “Thinking about Memoir”

What do you think about names?

 

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Wordless Wednesday: A rock

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99 Word Flash Fiction Challenge: Freedom

As soon as you hear the word ‘Freedom’ this song, whether it be Janis Joplin, Robert Miller or Gordon Lightfoot comes unbidden to mind. Kris Kristofferson wrote this song in the sixties. The title was given to him by Fred Foster. A bit like us getting a prompt from Charli. He struggled with it a bit and latched on to items that had impacted on him. A song by Mickey Newbury Why you been gone so long? and a Fellini film La Strada. Images from these two stimulated him and Me and Bobby McGee was written. The line “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose” is because in the story line of the film a simple trombone playing girl is left on the roadside by Anthony Quinn. He was elated that he was finally free of her. Some time, later in life, he discovers she had died as a result of being left. He goes a drinks himself stupid and gets into a bad fight. The line signifies the cost of freedom – what is good for one is not good for another.

This is true in so many facets in life. We go to war to give people freedom or do we just leave those same people with a worse fate. Parole boards might give the serial rapist his freedom allowing him to recommit his crime. Moving from the confines of a structured society to a Pacific Island where untold freedom is found to act in ways harmful to themselves.  Even in many marriages one person might want a bit more freedom……..

“Now. tomorrow after we walk the dogs we’ve got that art course. It goes for four hours. Have to leave it on time cause Rosie is coming 2.30. Then have to walk the dogs as Barbara is expecting me at six.”

“I can’t listen to any more. I just want my freedom.” He stamped his foot.

“What do you mean?”

“I just want to be free. I want the freedom to wake up and decide then what I want to do – not have it all planned out. “

“You do nothing but….”

“ I wish.”

“Your freedom will be my gaol.”

This is in response to Charli’s prompt for this week where she prompts:

In 99 words (no more, no less) let freedom ring in your story. It can be about breaking out of oppression, standing up to a bully, fighting for inalienable rights. Does an individual’s freedom conflict with the cause of the greater good? Does freedom of the greater good oppress individuals? It could be a political debate, a social media argument, a snippet of reality failing the ideal. Or make it heroic. Let us feel like wearing kilts and shouting to free Scots! Be free with your imagination.

Respond by noon (PST) Tuesday, September 23 to be included in the compilation.

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Bite size Memoir: I scream You scream

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Welcome back to Lisa and Bite Size memoir.  Lisa has made some decisions on her break about her blogligation and although bite size is changing just very slightly it will still work well for all of us. In fact we were asked to throw a die to decided which topic we would take on. Honestly, I threw the die and came up with ice cream which is an important part of my life.

This process also bought to mind a phase of my life where having read Luke Rheinhardt’s The Dice Man I decided that I too would also live my life by the die. This was where you would write on a piece of paper six options, number them. Whatever number you threw you then lived that option on your piece of paper. Whereas the main character in the book wrote options that were outlandish and for the criminally insane as well as the mundane, I could not bring myself to write options that were outside my own moral code. It was still an interesting exercise.

If you want to join in this weeks challenge you’ll have to be quick as they are due by the 22nd September. I’m cutting it fine but here is my response to the prompt ice cream.

Ice cream played a large part in my life. As a child ice cream was a treat. We ate dessert twice a week. My mother disliked custard and cream so they weren’t options. We wanted ice cream but my mother denied us this treat as it was expensive. My father would start the chorus ” I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.” My brother and I would join in and eventually my mother would cave in. My parents used  ice cream as a bribe to get me to tasks I didn’t want to do. Later in life, in an anorexic phase, my love of ice cream helped me survive. I ate ice cream almost exclusively gaining  protein, nutrients and fat from it. Later, in England we saw some cassata ice cream at Tescos. With no refrigeration we bought it and ate the entire tub in the car park. Yes I love ice cream.

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Silent Sunday: Out for a walk

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Weekly photo Challenge: Enduring

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(3 photos) Ta Prohm Temple, also known as the Jungle temple, is part of the Angkor areas temples located in Siem Reap, Cambodia. This temple certainly is enduring. Built in the 12th and 13th centuries by the Khmer King Jayavarman VII as a Buddhist monastery and university, it was once a thriving hub bub of humanity with at least 18 high priests and 650 dancing-girls amongst the 12,500 people who lived within its walls. Another 800,000 people lived outside the perimeter in villages, employed in occupations to serve the temple’s needs.

After the fall of the Khmer empire in the 17th century the temple was abandoned and the jungle moved in. Both enduring due to current societies pleasure at the picturesque. It was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1992. A scene from the film Raiders of the Lost Ark was filmed here.

This is part of the Daily Post Weekly Photo challenge.

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Skywatch Friday: 19th September 2014 Noosa 5.16 pm

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Floral Friday: Spring blossoms

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