When an author’s novels are set in the world of his childhood, the nostalgia of those old days might come out of the woodwork and turn his writing into melodrama. That’s the last thing I want.
One of my favorite poets, St.-John Perse, wrote in “To Celebrate a Childhood,” (which most of today’s critics would consider overly dramatic), “Other than childhood, what is there in those days that is not here today?”
Depending on how you see the question, the answer can be either “everything” or “very little.” I have this paradoxical view of my own childhood in the Florida Panhandle. Every once in a while, somebody posts a photograph of an old appliance on Facebook and asks “who knows what this is?” My generation knows; younger people seldom know.
Pork Chop Gang
The same is true with the news that was common during my childhood years: themes and practices, and people that I often reference in my books such as “Wop Salad” and Florida’s notorious “Pork Chop Gang.” (I feel no nostalgia for these two things, by the way.)
My nostalgia arises when I think of Boy Scout camping trips, all the hours spent sailing, scuba diving, and water skiing down at the coast, delivering telegrams and newspapers, and exploring the panhandle’s backroads–many not paved–in my old car. And, too, I recall old friends, many of whom taught me how to love the panhandle–something I thought I would never do. (As a California native, I was always considered an outsider.)
If I learned anything scary in those days (except during the Cuban missile crisis), it was to fear the KKK because they were everywhere, and I wonder now–as I did then–how many family friends and acquaintances were members. I’m surprised we never had a cross burnt in our front yard because my folks were liberal, we went to a liberal church, and people we knew well had experienced the wrath of the Klan. (No nostalgia here, by the way.)
My novel Mountain Song and my trilogy of novels in the Florida Folk Magic series have scenes set in the Florida Panhandle. Since these novels overlap the world of my childhood, I worked hard to keep the melodrama out of them. It’s often a fight because memories ofter bring back times when one was hurt or frightened or disrespected.
Keeping melodramatic personal memories out of the stories is part of an author’s work. That’s not always easy to do because, as I think of them, I’m as pissed off now as I was then. (The Campbell motto is “Forget Not.”) But I think we have to draw a line between our personal histories and our stories when we write novels. If we don’t, the novels can easily turn into rants rather than compelling fiction.
If you write, and if you set your stories and novels into the past you experienced, do you have trouble keeping your personal feelings out of it?
4 thoughts on “Awash in dangerous nostalgia”
Was the crack at Millenials really necessary?
And you guys wonder why the ‘Ok Boomer’ meme started. Even when millenials are doing literally nothing, y’all boomers gotta take jabs.
DUH. A millenial is less likely to know about a tool that was obsolete by the time they were born? DUH.
Just like your generation is less likely than the greatest generation to recognize a telegraph on sight.
Criminey. I was interested in your blog post until your generational dig for absolutely no reason.
You also need to consider, millenials aren’t gonna be chiming in on any of these facebook posts, because millenials don’t use facebook. I don’t think my generation has used facebook since like 2014. Or if we do use it, it’s to keep in touch with our grandparents.
It wasn’t a “crack.” It was a convenient way of saying the younger generation doesn’t know what those objects are. However, I changed the wording.
Yes, I do have difficulties with setting stories that were real for me. I assume that is the case, anyway, because I don’t think I have ever successfully placed a story with one of those settings. I guess I get too close to it.
Too close is often the downfall of a story.
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