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Workshop Thread #5 - "The Artist" by thujone

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I feel like an idiot for proposing a short word limit then coming to the realization last night that my current work has already passed it by some three thousand words ago. So, naturally, I searched my drives for everything ending in .doc and found this piece I had forgotten about. I wrote this years ago for a workshop but never got the feedback for it so I suppose this was meant to be.

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You have a very strong voice. I loved these lines:

"The dolphin was a sorrowful blue over docile pink, like a cloudy sunset over eastern shores."
"I stared back silently for the brief eternity it took him to dismantle the dark landscape in his mind, then he held the horn back up to his lips and played a happy tune."

I liked many other parts too. I got a sense that the protagonist was a deep, philosophical, brooding sort that perhaps troubled his mind over philosophical debates all too frequently. Even at the dinner with Theo, due to the subtle use of voice he did not seem as excited as Theo was, in fact he was excited about very little. Quite a short story, I would've liked to have seen his character develop further, but I liked how the protagonist eventually saw a glimpse of light, humanity and possibly even happiness in something as simple as a stranger in the streets with music in his soul, throwing back to the professor's words: "How radiantly it can paint the darkest abyss it finds a place in simply because it fulfils a human need for all the chasms in the world to be filled with light."
 
There's a lot of really fantastic descriptive language throughout your story. It is a bit rough, but it's very well written. In some places it is too well written. Over-written. The language overshadows the story. I think you get carried away with details sometimes. And I realize there's a purpose to this. He is looking for inspiration, despite being surrounded by it at all times. The dolphin biting it's own tail and the blind musician are the obvious piece of art that he encounters. The little details, however – the elements of his every day life - are art in themselves. If this is what you're going for, you need to explore it in more depth. The purpose of the details it is a tad too subtle, which is why the details themselves – rather than the purpose they serve – are overshadowing the story. Sometimes it seems like the incredible descriptions and exotic vocabulary are there to showboat your abilities as a writer, more than to contribute something tangible to the story itself.

The best example of this is when he arrives in the restaurant...

“The restaurant had a modern feel to it, though was accented in touches of cozy earthliness. The walls were a pleasant shade of green, and wrought-iron grape leaves shaded the light fixtures to diffuse their halogen brilliance. We were seated at a table in a quiet corner separated from the flow. A miniature candle floated like a lily pad in a rounded fish bowl situated between us, illuminating the table cloth.”

It's impressive descriptive language. But, without context – like the self-contained dolphin entity; again I get what you're doing here – it bores me a little bit. In such a short story, why include such a detailed description of a restaurant? I'm not suggesting you cut it. There is an answer to this question. But, currently, it is not evident in the story. You need to do something with the details. Use them, somehow, in the story – even in a really minor capacity – even if you are using them to point out that they aren't being used.

What you're attempting to do with this story – what I think you're attempting to do, anyway – is very difficult. It needs to be considerably longer if you're going to pull it off. Like five to ten times longer. There are parts that seem really rushed. Like this:

The scene made me smile. I had understood the assignment fully, but really had no idea if I could find a topic to write 1500 words about.

Why did observing the confused students make him smile? Who is the protagonist and how does he differ from the other students. Why does he doubt his ability to find a worthy topic? I need to know more about how he functions as a character.

There are a couple too many similes. Some of them are fantastic. Others, like these ones, don't work:

Their dull brown and brilliant red and yellow covered the gray of the concrete composing the city streets like rust on metal.

Like rust on metal? No, sir. This simile is not worthy of your story.

My stomach was like a furnace and the wine its fuel.

This simile is out of context. And I think it's a little weak. Not as weak as “like rust on metal” but weak nonetheless – when surrounded by so many other fabulous words.

I was pleasantly surprised by the authentic taste of the wild Pacific salmon fillet I ravaged. It was garnished with chopped almonds and asparagus. The bold combination felt refreshing on my Spartan palate. Theo sampled a leg of lamp, doused in some sort of wine sauce and garnished with peculiar vegetables of an alien nature.

I don't know what function the dinner has with Theo, or Theo himself. I don't know anything about him, really. You tell us more about the restaurant and the meal. Which is okay, but we need to know why your protag is so introverted and obsessed with details. You hint at it, but it isn't clear.

My hand flowed atop the round railing, guiding me into the belly of the beast. A late train howled through the station, washing me in stale wind that smelled of sickly-sweet machine oil.

Beautiful.

His fingers walked a path his feet could not, gracefully – across the horn’s pistons.

Again, beautiful. I tweaked it a bit. The entire sentence needs a good edit. Quite a lot of the sentences need a good edit. The story does, too. But there is serious poetic potential in your use of language. I, too, am very fond of the passages that Lemon quoted.

… Also ...

I love the way the story ends. There is no huge climax or over-stated conclusion. The ending is perfect. And the beginning is solid too (though the professor's dialogue seriously needs to be tightened to give the opening the punch it deserves). But yeah, structurally – the beginning and the end are very much on the right track. You just need to fix up the middle. You have a lot of the pieces. I wouldn't cut much of the description; just contextualize it.

I don't want you to write an atypical story. “What gives art structure?” is a valid question. And I get that you are defying conventions. But the story needs to work. It needs to keep me interested. You can do this, without adhering to structural norms or expectations.

There doesn't need to be a point of the dinner with Theo, or a point of Theo's character. But if there is no point, you need to make it clear that there is intentionally no point and that you are purposely structuring a relatively “structureless” narrative in order to make a comment about the undefinable nature of art... or something.

I enjoyed reading this. You have a way with words. I'd love to re-read this story further down the line, when it is closer to reaching it's potential.

:)

-4EA
 
asphalt veins, nice phrase.

Your descriptions are great and you do a good job of capturing the narrator's somber, inquisitive mood. This has a good flow from one scene to the next, very fluid. However I'm having a bit of trouble reconciling the beginning paragraph with the last one. Am I wrong to assume there is a connection between them, thujone? You have something good here, strengthening that bond would take it up a notch.
 
What I got from the ending...

The protagonist is searching for inspiration: trying to discover art in everyday occurrences; to recognize beauty in the otherwise unappreciated details of every day life. Reminds me of psychedelia. It reads almost like a trip. The protagonist is overwhelmed by everything surrounding him. He finds art constantly, and - given such an abundance of beauty - how can he pinpoint it? The "floating candle", the "Atlantic salmon", the "taxicabs zipping up and down the asphalt veins." How do you give a specific answer to a question when you are surrounded by an infinite number of choices?

All of these details, however, are fractions of a greater entity. Whereas the snake biting it's own tail is self-contained. This mythological symbol - that exists without context - what is there in real life that does the same? What does the snake represent?

At the end of the story, he finds the answer. The man in the basement is the snake biting it's own tail. He is this self-contained entity. Not a fraction, but a whole. Truly a piece of art, and a worthy answer to the question he is seeking to solve.

I love the way it ends, personally. It doesn't explain itself thoroughly, but literary works of fiction often don't.

When the horn player stops and looks at the protagonist and they share this moment - again very psychedelic - we know that the question has been answered. I don't need any more explanation than what is provided. The end is perfect. Subtle, but effective. I'd even go as far as saying, hauntingly beautiful.

This is my favorite piece we've had in the workshops so far. Polish the middle, give it a tweak here and there, and you have a story that is approaching a publishable standard. It is also the sort of thing, in terms of short fiction, that is likely to be published - in literary journals, anyway.

The more I think about it, the more I like it.
 
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I verily enjoyed this piece but I'll point out what I think might be hindering its perfection. Keep in mind I'm no skilled artisan in this venture, but I read quite a bit.

Positive points:

The language was delightful. I suppose many would say that it was too extravagant or exotic for the laymen, but assuming the laymen isn't your target audience, it worked wonderfully.

You claimed it to be long and I found it a quick and and pleasant read. Very fluid and to someone who enjoys his literature a pure delight.

Consistent descriptions of the environment, the inner dialogue of the protagonist, the quick dinner acting as an expedient for him towards his true destination, the man who not only (I think) symbolizes the utter simplicity life should be, also acting as the catalyst for his academic assignment (a notably less important factor in this journey of his by far in my opinion, but nonetheless useful towards his plight), fits well.

I think the dinner could have used a bit more dialogue but again, my opinion. I'd certainly enjoy seeing more dialogue, perhaps more simplistic seeing as how the narration is quite extravagant (in a good way), but internal dialogue and views on art, aesthetics, and the meaning of it all often require elegant and carefully placed phonetic extravagencies to give your readers their OWN canvas behind both eyelids to properly envision the protagonist and not only his chore or a night out with a friend, but his entire existence; for his ultimately being ours as well (as long as we're reading.)

I can't find any negative shit right now as I'm quite beat and I'm new at this; namely: I don't know art, but I know what I like.

I liked this. I look forward to future contributions.



If I may ask, how long did it take to conceive of and complete the piece? You're certainly free to ignore the query, but I'd love to know for my own educational ambitions.
 
Thanks for the feedback, everyone! I decided to wait until near the end before responding. I felt like perhaps it was cheating a bit to submit an older work since my writing has been evolving since, but this feedback is valuable to me because it clues me in on what I'm missing when I look back on an older work and can't think of ways to elevate the good from all the garbage. Truth is this was on its way to becoming one of my many scuttled works, but with the good advice you've all given I'm going to give it another crack! As per the advice, I'll see if I can expand it and develop the protagonist more while tying tangible links between details.

@4EA: As you noted, the point to all the details was to emphasize that the protagonist was searching frantically for an answer to the question in the first paragraph and the ending was supposed to be an answer. I was attempting to use rich descriptive detail as a veil to sustain that ethereal feeling. The goal was to make everything easy to visualize without anchoring any part of the story with absolutes.

All in all, I'm grateful that you guys provided concise advice on the things to improve and things to maintain and look forward to the next Words workshop series %)
 
it's nice how your protagonist seems to be some sort of art student and his first-person narration is so aesthetically focused.

he rips on the kids who have questions about that pretty vague prompt. then he wanders around, noting and reflecting on all these details of nature, architecture, food, music. and can't decide what to write his paper on. is that supposed to be a point of humor? or throughout the story is he successfully figuring out what he is going to write his paper about? i'm not sure i get the story.

there isn't a lot of dialogue, and it seems like that is just how this story is. because it's a lot of inner reflection. i was pretty bored though. my favorite part was the the end, where he fishes the quarter out of his pocket only to realize the man is not asking for change.

that's pretty weird feedback. i don't really know what to say though. that's why i waited so last minute to give it. it's solid. it's a nice read, flows. but a lack of conflict and a series of events i am having trouble making a story out of leave it feeling kind of empty.
 
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