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Literature, Class 5: Period 3, Thursday, February 5
Miss Elizabeth Bennet was having a particularly unpleasant morning. She had found herself wearing a festive hat, this morning, and it had proved impossible to remove. Or, to be more precise, she could remove it, but it would place itself on her head once more the moment she looked away.
Therefore, Miss Bennet was cross as she arrived at the classroom, try though she might to focus on her lecture.
"Good morning," she said wearily, noticing that she was not the only individual prsent wearing that same hat. "Today, we are going to be discussing identity, and how one's identity --" She stopped, brushing the bow out of her field of vision. It was a terribly impractical hat, in that manner. "How one's identity can change one's perspective on a work, both from --"
She frowned at the bow. It was as though it was mocking her. "Forgive me," she said with a forced smile. "Identity can change one's perspective on a work, both from the reader's perspective and the author's. There is a formal critical theory devoted to this. Does anyone else find these hats to be distracting to the point of infuriation?"
Miss Bennet seated herself on the desk and sighed heavily. "Let us ignore identity for this week," she decided. "It will wait, and I do not believe I can have a productive discussion on the matter while wishing this bow would somehow catch fire."
This called for improvisation. One could hardly dismiss class for the day because one had an unfortunate hat.
"Distractions," she announced, instead. "Let us discuss them. Have you ever found yourself immersed in a work, only to be pulled out of it once more by a false note? Improper characterization, perhaps, or the author imagining himself too clever by half. It might be as large as a plot hole, or as small as a typographical error on a page. The author might have stretched one's suspension of disbelief further than can be tolerated. Or the author may have broken what is called the fourth wall, and reminded the audience that this is simply a book, or a play. Sometimes, that method is useful, but the wall, once broken, may be difficult to reconstruct."
"How does one overcome these distractions? Is it even possible to do so? If the reader himself finds a convenient explanation to cover the author's misstep, how does that change the dynamic of the story? How can one, as an author, avoid this problem?"
She offered her students a very wry smile. "I do hope you will all excuse me, for the change in class direction. And I do promise to be patient if you find it difficult to respond."
Therefore, Miss Bennet was cross as she arrived at the classroom, try though she might to focus on her lecture.
"Good morning," she said wearily, noticing that she was not the only individual prsent wearing that same hat. "Today, we are going to be discussing identity, and how one's identity --" She stopped, brushing the bow out of her field of vision. It was a terribly impractical hat, in that manner. "How one's identity can change one's perspective on a work, both from --"
She frowned at the bow. It was as though it was mocking her. "Forgive me," she said with a forced smile. "Identity can change one's perspective on a work, both from the reader's perspective and the author's. There is a formal critical theory devoted to this. Does anyone else find these hats to be distracting to the point of infuriation?"
Miss Bennet seated herself on the desk and sighed heavily. "Let us ignore identity for this week," she decided. "It will wait, and I do not believe I can have a productive discussion on the matter while wishing this bow would somehow catch fire."
This called for improvisation. One could hardly dismiss class for the day because one had an unfortunate hat.
"Distractions," she announced, instead. "Let us discuss them. Have you ever found yourself immersed in a work, only to be pulled out of it once more by a false note? Improper characterization, perhaps, or the author imagining himself too clever by half. It might be as large as a plot hole, or as small as a typographical error on a page. The author might have stretched one's suspension of disbelief further than can be tolerated. Or the author may have broken what is called the fourth wall, and reminded the audience that this is simply a book, or a play. Sometimes, that method is useful, but the wall, once broken, may be difficult to reconstruct."
"How does one overcome these distractions? Is it even possible to do so? If the reader himself finds a convenient explanation to cover the author's misstep, how does that change the dynamic of the story? How can one, as an author, avoid this problem?"
She offered her students a very wry smile. "I do hope you will all excuse me, for the change in class direction. And I do promise to be patient if you find it difficult to respond."
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