Non-fiction school

Since the new year, my reading has been mostly non-fiction. I got several books for christmas, and without any fiction books in my queue to intersperse with them, I’ve been working through them one after the other. What I want to know is this: is there a non-fiction school that these authors are going to? Is it a single class? Is it just the result of one or two popular biographies, or some other popculture zeitgeist? Somehow the authors of modern day nonfiction have hit upon a standard format, and it is an irritating one.

Chapter One – The End

The non-fiction book begins at the logical end of the story. This apes the television trope of beginning an episode at the end, and then showing the entire story in flashback. This is, to be kind, overused in television drama, and makes even less sense in a work of written non-fiction. All non-fiction is inherently in this format to begin with, since we usually know what happens at the climax of the story before we begin. It isn’t necessary to start a book about the sinking of the Titanic disappearing below the surface of the water. We know what happened to the Titanic and we feel the sense of impending doom without this artifice, because it really happened. This is a trope that belongs in the world of fiction.

Exempli fucking gratia: Halsey’s Typhoon, telling the story of the U.S. Third Fleet’s encounter with Typhoon Cobra at the end of World War II, begins with the examination of Admiral Halsey during the subsequent investigation. The rest of the book is told in chronological order, but the authors have decided to set the scene for us by starting here because they want us to reflect, throughout the rest of the story, whether Halsey bears personal responsibility for the ships and men lost in the typhoon.

Chapter Two – Chapter One

It is important to jump back to the beginning of the story here, because this is also how it is done on TV.

Chapter Three – Autobiography

Once the non-fiction writer has begun the narrative of the book, it is essential to shift to a second, related story. This is the self-indulgent metastory of how the author came to write the book. The main story is notable, and this second story is not, but they are treated with equal gravity. Now we have a story that we don’t care about tied to the story we actually wanted to read. It saves the author the trouble of writing a second book patting himself on the back for writing the first book, I guess.

For instance: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks – which is fully half about the author’s difficulty getting access to the family for interviews. The titular story makes up maybe a quarter of the book, which is actually the most interesting quarter, despite the author’s efforts to portray the story of the effects on the Lacks family as the interesting part.

Remaining Chapters – Alternating stories 1 and 2

It’s important not to stay with one story for too long. Non-fiction feels dry to stupid people, but especially to writers and editors who are convinced that their audience is stupid people. It’s as if a story told in usual chronological order of non-fiction will read like a history book, which reminds people of school, which reminds people of failure and shame. But again, I feel like the influence here is also the way stories are presented in movies and television. Cutting from one storyline to another in fiction promotes drama, because we inherently desire a linear narrative where we will learn what comes next, and by subverting that, tension is created. This makes a lot of sense in fiction, but it fails for a lot of reasons in non-fiction writing.

First, the reader of non-fiction probably knows something about the subject. People may occasionally pick up a book on a subject they don’t know anything about, but most of the time the person who buys the book was already interested in the subject to begin with. So the tension this creates in fiction is subverted. It is also usually subverted somewhat by the “beginning at the end” device that I talked about way at the start of this post, depending on what is revealed and how strong the reader’s memory is.

Second, reading is much slower than TV watching. That means that setting up tension in chapter 4 and resolving it in chapter 10 probably means sustaining suspense across hours of reading, and maybe across multiple reading sessions. The author has no control over this timeline. If the payoff is too far from the setup, the tension may have dissipated and the literary device rendered useless.

Finally, this method creates tension in fiction because the audience wants to know what happens next. If the tension fails to materialize for the first reason listed or fails to sustain for the second, then all the author is doing here is making the reader eat his vegetables. There is absolutely no penalty to giving the reader what he wants right away.

Of course, it is entirely possible that the authors of these books aren’t really attempting to manipulate tension, but merely follow the alternating storyline format because that’s how interesting non-fiction is written. This is my greatest worry, and when I suspect it is at work, the aspect of the work I find most dissatisfying.

Multiple Afterwords

An afterword for every printed edition seems to be the norm now, and while these occasionally discuss additional research or information that has come to light in the intervening years, they also tend to be self-indulgent, talking about the way the book has affected the author’s life, thanking the audience for their outpouring of support, and so on. While this is less disgusting than the author inserting his life in the narrative, it is still pathetic.

Some Exceptions

While “Halsey’s Typhoon” follows the alternating stories method above, it is movement from ship to ship within the fleet, without disturbing the chronology, and the story is about a typhoon occurring across hundreds of square miles and affecting dozens of ships simultaneously. This is therefore the best and most natural way of telling the story.

Heavenly Intrigue is also told as two separate stories, mostly intertwined. In this case the story tells the lives of Kepler and Brahe before merging to talk about their interaction, as they were contemporaries. In that sense it is less jarring than in some books, although it does feel like the important parts of the book, the time they were working together, is subordinate to their lives as pure biography, maybe because they worked together only for a short time. This is another book that is guilty of beginning at the end, however.

Spilling the Beans, Clarissa Dickson-Wright’s autobiography, is entirely free of the criticism I leveled against the general category of “non-fiction” above. This might be because it is an autobiography, or it might be because Clarissa Dickson-Wright (of the tv cooking show Two Fat Ladies) is one of the very few people qualified to write their autobiography and simply knows how to present a true story in an interesting way, but whatever the reason, this is by far the best of the non-fiction reading I’ve done this year, and a hearty recommendation of it is the best possible place to end this tirade.

Quick Hits from History

In reverse chronological order:

Super Bowl XLV (2011) made me very happy, because I am descended of Packers fans and grew up watching a bunch of terrible Packers teams stink up the league, interwoven among which were the Super Bowl XXXI winners and Super Bowl XXXII losers. This winning team also contains SJSU alum James Jones at wide-out.

True Grit (2010) was delightful. Everyone in it did yeoman work.

Heavenly Intrigue (2004), is a non-fiction book that posits that Tycho Brahe’s murderer was none other than Johannes Kepler. Every argument is circumstantial and they take a Discovery Channel like approach of speculating wildly based on very little scientific evidence, but there is at least some reason to believe that Brahe may have died of Mercury poisoning, and the excerpts from Kepler’s diaries paint him as at least an asshole, and possibly a crazy person. Still, the book was neither particularly convincing nor particularly entertaining, so I’d give it a miss.

The Chronicles of Narnia (1950’s) is very well known, and all I want to say here is that I read the books so that I would be caught up for the Dawn Treader movie, and was a little underwhelmed. There’s much more to say and I may indulge that impulse soon, but for now, I will remind young readers that it is foolish to lock yourself in a wardrobe, or I guess to shut yourself inside a fridge or the trunk of a car, if you live in present day America and don’t have a lot of heavy wooden wardrobes lying around. Maybe don’t shut yourself in one of those wardrobe boxes you get from the moving company.

Moby-Dick (1851) Starts strong and moves along pretty fast for the first 30 chapters or so, but gets into some weird digressions and becomes somewhat… overwrought towards the end. Everyone knows it as a story about a man who wants revenge against the uncaring forces of nature, and it is that, but what actually makes Ahab unlikable isn’t his mania, it’s his grandiose speech. That said, there is not a hint of whale dick in the book, which I found refreshing. I kept expecting it lurking around every corner. I’m sure that says more about me than anything, but since no one but spam-bots ever see this page, I’ll let it slide unedited.

Beowulf by Seamus Heaney

Beowulf is an epic poem about a great Scandinavian hero, written in Anglo-Saxon (or Old English), over a thousand years ago in England. This translation, by Seamus Heaney, is pretty new and has been very well received.

Some notes on the story first, because why not: There is a great leader of Danes named Hrothgar, who builds a maginificent hall. Unfortunately, this disturbs a monster named Grendel, who, in revenge, takes to sneaking into the hall at night and mutilating sleeping men. Hrothgar's efforts to defend the hall are unsuccessful, and the happy place becomes sombre and empty. Eventually, the news reaches a great Geat warrior1 named Beowulf, who voyages with some warriors to Hrothgar's Aid. He takes on Grendel in single combat and rips his arm off. Grendel limps back to his mother's house to die, and his mother, enraged, comes back to the hall to get revenge. Beowulf follows her to the murky water she inhabits and fights her at the bottom, eventually defeating her and returning with Grendel's head as a trophy.2 Hrothgar rewards him happily and he sails away back to Geatland, where he eventually becomes king. Some years later, a dragon is aroused and Beowulf gives his life to defeat it. Then everyone gets really depressed, because they believe their land will eventually fall.3

The first part of the story, Grendel and Grendel's mom, that's good stuff. Good and epic and larger than life. The part with the dragon and 50 years later? Not so great. Feels kind of tacked on.

Now, a word on the translation: Beowulf is probably the best surviving work in old English, so there is a lot of nitpicking about translation and a lot of choice. The original has a rigid verse structure that makes verse translations difficult, and of course translating verse into prose inevitably means losing something. This particular translation has been quite popular and is definitely better than whatever old translation I read in high school. It is in verse, and it maintains some of the alliteration, and in fact is close enough to be printed with the old English on the facing page.

Read it.

1. I couldn't resist this one (great Geat)
2. At no point in this story did Angelina Jolie show up naked. I double checked. I admit that I can't read old English and had to rely on the translation, but there wasn't anything in that facing block that looked like the words "Angelina Jolie." In this respect I feel slightly lied to.
3. For the eventual fate of the Geat kingdom, see a fucking map.

Novels in Three Lines

I was oh so tempted to write this in three lines. I think I have a fixed layout here and everything, so it makes sense.  It would have ended up something like:

Novels in Three Lines, given as a birthday present, was read in two days by Judah Nielsen, Campbell, CA. A happy birthday.

Unfortunately, that doesn't really convey much. What we have here is a collection of short news items that were written by Felix Feneon, a Frenchman, in a distinctive style. There are some 1200 of them, many involving stabbings, shootings, suicides, drownings, and acid scaldings.

Scheid, of Dunkirk, fired three times at his wife. Since he missed every shot, he decided to aim at his mother-in-law, and connected.

So what makes them novels?

Well, nothing more than a French pun, really. The same word, nouvelles, can be used to mean either novels or news, and the translator has taken the approach that these are the novels Feneon didn't write. Many of them could be expanded into short stories or novels, and there is no doubt that the author makes his style felt in these very short spaces, but they are, in fact, non-fiction.

When this was given to me, it had a post-it note on it that said "This is the ultimate toilet book–you can read three novels while you take a leak." That seems like one of the two good solid uses for the book, the other being, perhaps, a coffee table book. Or if you choose to read it cover to cover, it shouldn't take long. A couple of hours, perhaps.

Quickly: The Elements of Typographic Style

Title: The Elements of Typographic Style
Author: Robert Bringhurst

The story: Following the model set by Strunk and White in their Elements of Style, Bringhurst presents a series of dos and don'ts of typography, covering font selection, page layout, use of bold and italic fonts, numbering, running headers, and so on. There is an interlude for the history of typography, and the book ends with a selection of fonts of different types that he feels are worth looking at. Also covers Greek and Cyrillic alphabets, but has relatively little to say about fonts which cover, for instance, Chinese characters (no doubt a whole book could be written on that subject).

My take: I will admit that I am less interested in typography than the average owner of this book probably is–I do put a lot of text on the web, and I have some thoughts about that (a quick look at any of my writing [hey, there is a link over there <–] will show you that I use some css properties that many people ignore, increasing my line-height to give my characters a little more room to breathe), I am mostly an Elements junkie. Aside from the copy I was issued in college, I have a more recent edition, an illustrated, hardbound edition, and when I saw this, I was too tempted to pass it up. I read it cover to cover, and much of it was interesting.

Last thoughts: I was hoping that when I got to the list of noteworthy fonts I would find one that really appealed to me, but really the most attractive one to me, as they were layed out, was Futura, and I already knew I liked that one. I'm not sure what that says about me.