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Setting
Evoking a Vivid Sense of Place and Time

Setting=Character=Plot. It's that important. But detailed descriptions of setting is often very dull, compared to action or psychological drama. While there are some writing techniques to deal with this problem, Professor Novakovich's best general advise is to "defamiliarize" your immediate enviornment - to see the common as exotic and unique.

    "With sharply observed bits of the world, you convince."  - Josip Novakovich




Exercise #12: With few or no descriptions of the person, make a character visible and alive through his/her surroundings. Portraiture through setting. (1 page)

   
 
   Koreen felt uncomfortably fatigued after traversing several hundred meters of earth gravity. "The thin air," she deliberately sighed in mute rebellion at the unreasonable rule of walk as the only permissible mode of transport within the community of Lake Telleran.
   But she had to return. The accidental death of her mother had left her a restless ghost, disconnected from the daily life of Winco Colony VI. Every mirror, every chance reflection there seemed like a static screen.
   Koreen had no recollection of the two head high stone pillars before her. The surmise that it is new was instantly cancelled by blotches of lichen growth, and her intruding image of excavats weilding lightchisels. That initial confusion of perhaps having arrived at the wrong lot returned to Koreen momentarily as she passed between the pillars. Without a fieldwall, it was a gate which served no purpose.
   Except to frame her most cherished childhood memories.
   The house was unchanged. Across the carpet of lush grass it stood slightly raised upon its supports, the entire front half a roofed open air wooden platform. Koreen thought she detected movement from the vegetable garden, but decided it was just the gentle cascade of the water fountain. It was smaller than she remembered, and she held back her desire to study again, with adult eyes, the strange birdlike reliefs carved on its wet pedestal. With each even eager stride toward the house, the tightness in her legs, thinned by years of space life, began to lift.
   Stepping up to the large single stone step landing, Koreen smiled and sighed. The large screen against the far right wall was a blank grey, and Koreen realized now that it perhaps doesn't work. There were no components or controls. The set of eight wooden dancing figurines, placed on the shallow edge of the monitor, still remained. Clad in the most vibrantly colored costumes, each wearing a unique mask both grotesque and somehow beautiful, these intricate dolls captivated Koreen as a child. She longed to sink into the gelchairs and be entranced by the distant songs of their eternal dances.
   A large painting of swirling and swishing patterns of yellow hues hung above. Koreen made a mental note to take some time to create a more pleasing mosaic of shapes in blue, her favorite color.
   At the other end of the open air house was a large wooden dining table, and the sight of it brought scents of herbs and freshly baked bread to her memory. Taking two quick steps, she reached for the colorful glass bowl in the center of the table next to two wrought iron candle holders, thirsty for the sweet surprise of whatever exotic fruit it would contain today. She closed her eyes in reflexive satisfaction at the first bite of the small, shiny purple plum. It occurred to her that never in her life had she been so comfortable and secure as when she dined at this familiar table - half eating, half mesmerized by the flames dancing in the fireplace, happily lost in childhood joys. She wondered whether she could as easily recall all the names and deeds, people and places, of the two dozen or so framed photographs and paintings which hung on the wall above the fireplace. When she opened her eyes, framed against the arch which led into the kitchen stood a small statured old woman. Stories, all of Koreen's memories, flooded her as she ran over to the smiling woman, weeping, "Grama, I missed you so!"(JH, 10/09/99)
 
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Self Critique: The narrative ran away from me, or bogged me down, depending on your viewpoint. I'll attempt a re-write some time, with more precision of details, more obvious representations of personality, and greater emphasis not on the character Koreen, but on the inhabitant of the house. By the way, this piece was partially inspired by a Victoria City Forum Message Post by someone describing her grandmother as a gifted storyteller, an artist.
   
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