Opening to a
fantasy novel
Your eyes may deceive you when you first travel to a city
north of reality. Your vision becomes red and you cannot help thinking that
you’ve been driven to insanity, or your eye sight is no longer functioning
properly. Eyes bleed when they see the tall redwoods that circle the city of
non-reality. The roads wind in and out, shaping an eye that holds the centre of
town. The sky, filled with candyfloss, is hard not to look up at. The weight of
it stands upon the shoulders of travellers that enter the city, causing
symptoms of nausea and sudden death.
Rosy could not remember the exact time or day when she first
saw red in her vision but she knew she was getting closer to the city that
many, but not enough to make it glamourous, have died trying to get to. Her
feet drove her further in as she witnessed the silence of the sleepy city. As
she passed a sign, she began noticing the houses growing and changing from
shacks into skyscrapers and office buildings. However, not a soul stood in the
streets to watch her navigate her way in despite the city housing over sixty
billion residents.
A sudden chime, that had journeyed through the air to reach
her, interrupted her thoughts. Her bones rattled, almost splitting into shards
in her body, as the chime progressed into a thrumming noise. In the distance
was a clock tower that had taken her eyes mere seconds to find. The clock tower
made eye contact, grimaced at her, and told her exactly why she had no place in
the city of blood.
Blog post about
place
Hello all! I am back to complain about something. Again. As
I know you are all familiar with.
A fantasy crafted in my mind, Paris was envisioned in my
mind as the ‘City of Love’. Love of people, or love of croissants as it was for
me. However, the reality was a little different.
If someone asked me what I remember seeing in Paris, the
first thing that would come to mind would be two men peeing on a tree and
waving at us as we drove past them in the coach.
The outskirts of Paris are urban: gratified and slightly
bleak. Some may see an area that is influenced by a different culture
altogether but all I saw was the image of a Parisian Hooverville: homeless folk
sleeping rough in bag and blankets, huddled round a pretty campfire.
I am aware there are homeless people in every corner of the
world, and I am also aware of the naivety I display, and that any further
comment I make gives you the impression that I am a sheltered person who
expects the world to cater to them but the point is that I did not experience
the city of love. I did not experience love in this city.
The moment Paris lived up to its expectation, I felt more
sheltered than ever. Whilst I was queueing up to see the prized Mona Lisa,
something I had wanted to see since birth, I was not experiencing the reality
of a multi-faceted city. I was allowing myself to be, once again, absorbed into
the unrealistic romanticising of a city that could and should not be merely reduced
to three words. Because of this, Paris is a city I felt I loved but I could not
be in love with.
Commentary on blog
post and fantasy novel opening
The opening of my fantasy novel starts gruesomely with the
use of the abstract noun ‘insanity’ which connotes emotional unrest, giving the
impression of a place that will make people feel bleak. The blog post also creates
the imagery of deprivation, using the adjective ‘bleak’ and using the metaphor
of ‘Hooverville’, which is a historical and cultural reference to an area of
poverty. The fantasy novel does not use cultural references as such but it does
make references to cliché lines that are known by many people. Both the blog
post and the fantasy opening use the pronoun ‘you’, which suggests a personal
relationship with the reader. However, the blog post is directly addressing the
readers with the pronoun whereas the opening is ambiguous as to who it is
addressing.
As well as that, I use descriptions of physical unrest with
the use of the verbs ‘rattled’ and ‘splitting’ which connote a breaking apart
of the protagonist’s ‘bones’. The adjective ‘shards’ also connotes this, giving
the image that the protagonist’s bones are glass. This creates tension and fear
as the audience may feel worried as to what is happening to the main character,
who is the person the audience is meant to identify with. ‘Bones’ and ‘eyesight’
also focuses on the anatomical attributes of the character, which is important
to note as it is a motif that is repeated throughout. I also use the medical
lexical field in the description of ‘symptoms of nausea and death’. The usage
of the dysphemism, and juxtaposition of an extreme and a less extreme term,
creates suspense in a soft way as the tone of the phrase is casual. It can be
said that it is a form of Gallows’ Humour, which further softens the harsh
themes and allows the audience to take in the meaning without being exposed to
graphic imagery. The medical lexis continues further with the use of the phrase
‘no longer functioning’. ‘Functioning’ is a verb that suggests something is working
in synergy but the determiner ‘not’ and the adverb of time ‘longer’ tells the
reader that there is dysfunctionality, the synonym of functionality, instead of
perfect harmony. This creates tension by playing with the audience’s emotions,
as it creates the imagery of disarray and the human body not functioning
properly.
The use of juxtaposition to soften more aggressive adjectives
continues. I used personification,
‘holds the centre of town’, to describe the way the roads curve around the town
centre. It creates the image of hands curving up to hold the city, as if the
city is being nurtured. This gentle imagery delays the suspense of the gruesome
content that is described later, creating a balance between dramatic imagery
and less dramatic imagery which creates an anti-climax that grips an audience
into reading more into the novel. The pleasant lexical field continues with the
use of the metaphor of the sky being ‘filled with candyfloss’. The metaphor
being used here connotes the clouds as being soft and airy, which creates a
relaxing atmosphere. It is juxtaposed with the mathematical, or medical, noun ‘weight’
which connotes a burden on those who the sky ‘stands upon the shoulders of’.
This suggests an emotional burden as it plays with the cliché of carrying the
weight of the world on your shoulders, which is familiar to audiences so it
allows them to understand the synaesthesia of feeling your emotions in a physical
way. In comparison, the blog post uses emotional language more than physical
language. For example, the motif of the abstract noun ‘love’ is used throughout
to create a full circle narrative.