“‘Place As Person’: What Does It Mean When Telling Story?”
Yesterday, my friend and fellow author, Mary Victoria, left New Zealand to return to the northern hemisphere—and in the short term, France—after twelve years of livng in New Zealand. She and her husband, Frank Victoria, came to New Zealand to work on The Lord of the Ring’s films with WETA and Frank has recently completed work on The Hobbit—which does rather round off their twelve years.
But I am terribly sad to see them go, as rather than ‘many meetings’ the last year or so seems to have become a time of ‘many partings’, yet the road, to continue with The Lord of the Ring’s quotology does indeed go ever on…
So as my personal salute and au revoir to Mary, I thought I would re-post the “Place As Person” guest post I did for her Chronicles of the Tree blog last year, when she was celebrating the launch of the “River” anthology, edited by Alma Alexander — perhaps because ‘place as person’ is very much a concept I associate with Mary’s “Tree” series.
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“Place As Person: What Does It Mean When Telling Story?”
I first became consciously aware of the interface between place and character as an undergraduate, when writing an essay on the city in literature. As soon as I began researching the topic, I quickly realized that whether Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria or Italo Calvino’s invisible city, these places were so vital to the story being told that they were more than simply setting or backdrop—they were “characters” in their own right.
Of course, utilising the benefits of 20/20 hindsight, I can see that an unconscious awareness of place as character began a great deal earlier—with the snowy forest and lamp-post that was my first experience of Narnia, the encroaching darkness of Alan Garner’s Elidor, and the lonely reaches of Earthsea. Yet ‘place as character’ only implies that locale must be strongly enough drawn to pervade the unfolding story. I believe the premise of “place as person” takes both reader and writer a great deal further and that to realise it fully the place must have an actual personality, i.e. it must in some sense be sentient, or at very least a conscious player in the story’s game.
I wrestled with this premise when writing The Heir of Night and developing both the Wall of Night and wider Haarth world. I believe there is no question that the Wall of Night is “place as character”—its bleak, windblasted, and literally dark physical presence dominates The Heir of Night. But we get no sense that it is either sentient or conscious. On the contrary, its brutal physicality is almost the opposite, a monolithic indifference mirrored in the Derai people who garrison its keeps and holds. But toward the end of the book the world begins to open out for the central characters and they find themselves in a new place, known as Jaransor. Once again, I believe Jaransor exemplifies “place as character”—but if I have done my writer’s work well then the reader may begin to question whether there is not more to the matter: if it might, in fact, be possible that Jaransor is not just a chaotic force, but a personality, albeit a fractured one, that has consciously entered into the conflict being played out.
The Heir of Night ends with this question unanswered, but I pick it up again in The Gathering of the Lost when Malian, the central protagonist, is forced to ask herself whether not only Jaransor, but the world of Haarth itself, could be aware…
To say any more at this point would be a spoiler, and in fact the jury is still out on how Haarth’s role, if it is indeed a personality, could play out through the series. But I do feel that in order for either the world or a particular place within it, such as Jaransor, to be said to be “place as person” then it must be a conscious participant in the story. And even the possibility—but not necessarily the certainty, because that would be ‘telling’—of that being the case is an exciting notion, one that introduces a Gaian consciousness into my epic fantasy.”
I saw this, mid-voyage in L.A., just as I was feeling about as placeless (and dare I say rootless) as it gets…
Thank you for the priceless friendship, Helen. NZ will always be about Trees and Walls and fantasy for me. 😉
The road goes ever on! And there will be many more meetings to come.
May the onward traveling continue safe. I am glad the post gave you a lift mid-journey.
It did! 😀
Mary (who is, I hope, listening) is duty-bound to travel to the southern hemisphere *a lot*. And in the meantime, we are duty bound to remember all our French ready to visit her.
I am checking in! 🙂 I am taking diligent notes. Get your trenchcoats and Gauloises ready.
Have trenchcaot will travel, tho’ shall pass on the Gauloises…
Quite a lot of French polishing up required in my case, or maybe even relearning–can usually understand everyday text fairly well, but speaking myself, let alone understanding – phew, feel terrified already! :-/
You’ll do fine. Just eat, drink and be merry. 😉
Oh, I’m always good with that 😀
(Perhaps not entirely as merry as Beatrice, with a star dancing when I was born, but mostly closeish… 😉 )
A sad day for NZ, to lose such talented folk. May your journeys lead you to much happiness and adventure, Mary and Frank 🙂
Thank you Wen… NZ will always have a veeeeeeeery special place in our hearts. 🙂 Ain’t seen the last of us yet…
Hi Helen.
I think that place as story often is connected with its inhabitants and people who travel through it and in it, since it is the characters that bring a place to life.
So, in my humble opinion, its easier to make a *city* into a person rather than say, a stark mountain range. More inhabitants and characters!
Thoughtful point, Paul — so do you have any favourite cities in lit other than that ‘rose red city, half as old as time’ of poet John William Burgon?
In terms of city vs mountain range, you may be right — but I also think that a mountain range may still exert ‘character/personality’ (not the same as being a ‘person’) over a story, in the same way Ursula Le Guin’s season of winter dominates ‘The Left Hand of Darkness’ for example, or Mary Victoria’s Tree the novel of “Tymon’s Flight.” (And yes, Mary, I did just juxtapose you and Ms Le Guin. 😉 )
*faints* 😉
Other places that definitely possess a personality all of their own: Jorge Luis Borges’ “Library of Babel”, Mieville’s ‘City’… more anon, gotta go
…And to continue the ‘place as character’ contenders: Huckleberry Finn’s all-embracing, eternal River, Jude the Obscure’s oppressive Oxford, where the very stones seem to want to keep you in your place (forget Lyra Belacqua’s Disneyfied version!) the maze-like madness of castle Gormenghast, Lawrence of Arabia’s desert, the river of ‘Apocalypse Now’… the list goes on and on.
Basically yes, people endow environments with character, but sometimes that character is so intense and pervasive that it in turn influences people… and seems alive in its own right. And of course in a fantasy story, we can make a place as alive and conscious as we like. 😉
Wow, that’s quite a list, Mary, but a good one—and I’m entirely with you in loving Huck Finn’s river, which is a personal favourite. And agree that environmental character can be intensely pervasive–I am thinking a litlte of Central Otago here, with its raggedy rnages, jagged tors, and moonscape landscape, which of course puts me in mind of places like Heathcliff and Catherine’s ‘Wuthering Heights’ or Romney Marsh–and then brings me leaping me back to the mysteriousness of places like Whatipu, which is one of Auckland’s West Coast beaches, or Tane Mahuta in the Waipoua forest…
Yes yes! How could I forget Heathcliff’s moors? And there are so many more… Enchanted forests (THornspell – ahem,) magical gardens, mountains that loiter with definite intent. 😉