What makes a good novel? - Bill Kirton
A couple of
years back, I was asked in an interview what made a good novel. Let’s dodge the
first, obvious problem the question poses, i.e. what do you mean by ‘good’? For
most mainstream – and indeed independent – publishers, the answer would
probably be ‘one that sells’, while others might demand the application of
literary criteria. In the context of the interview, it seemed legitimate to assume
that it simply meant ‘enjoyable to read’ and my first, predictably glib,
response was to quote the well-known Somerset Maugham quip, which is
(approximately) ‘There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no
one knows what they are’. In fact, it’s a hard question and answers will
obviously vary depending on the sort of novel you prefer to read. But the scope
(and looseness) of the form almost encourages diverse responses. Mine are
pretty basic.
First, you have
to believe what’s happening in the pages, even if it means stepping outside
what’s normally called ‘reality’. The hero may be a battle-scarred galaxy
wanderer with green blood and prehensile eyebrows, but if you’re interested in
him and care what happens to him, you’ll read on. In fact, I’m sure I’d find
such a character far more sympathetic and interesting than the pieces of
cardboard that masquerade as characters in, for example, the Dan Brown epics.
Farce may require individuals to be so extreme that they verge on caricature;
Sci-fi may hop from planet to planet or past to future as if they’re
neighbouring streets; fantasy may move into fifth, sixth or other dimensions;
vampires may even overcome mortality itself; but, in each case, if there’s a
commitment to and a concern for the creatures living the story, you’re held by them. It seems to confirm the oft-quoted opinion
of Heraclitus that 'character is destiny'. (And, since he also wrote ' The
chain of wedlock is so heavy it takes two to carry it – and sometimes three'
and 'Hide our ignorance as we will, an evening of wine soon reveals it', it's
obvious that he knew what he was talking about.).
So the primary quality of a good novel is its ability to make you care about its characters, worry for them, dislike them for what they do to others, laugh at or pity them. Above all, you need to believe in their reality. It’s your empathy, your sympathy or just your acceptance of their validity that guarantees the authenticity of their world. If you’re involved in it, it must, by definition, be real.
Another obvious
quality must be the page-turning one. You have to want to know what happens
next. Sometimes, the intensity of the emotions involved (yours as well as the
characters’) transcends the actual story but usually there’s a journey to make,
problems to be solved, setbacks to be overcome. I’d argue that these, too,
depend on the characters and their interactions, but as a plot develops, it
renews those characters, gives them opportunities to redefine themselves, makes
them harder or easier to like. They can’t grow in a void, they need to be
tested, questioned.
Then you get to
the other qualities, the sub-texts, themes, and other literary or
linguistic tricks – all those things which, for some students in tutorials,
‘spoil’ the novel. ‘Why do there have to be meanings?’ they ask. ‘Why spoil the
story by analysing it, taking it apart?’ And it’s not easy to answer those
questions. If they’re enjoying reading something, that should be sufficient in
itself. On the other hand, a closer look at the text can reveal shifting
themes, previously unheard echoes, hidden motives. It may expose characters as
being not only individual psyches but representatives of greater truths,
entities created to reveal other forces, contributors to the subtler rhythms
and patterns of the narrative. And, above all, there’s the sheer pleasure of
understanding how it all derives from the author’s unique manipulation of
words. And even if they resist this analytical urge, readers will still be
affected by the great novels in ways of which they may be unaware, but which come
from subtler processes than ‘enjoying good stories’ or identifying with the
people in them.
It’s the things
that make a good novel great which are the hardest to pinpoint. They’re the
result of some extra elements that the better novelists achieve, a sort of
layering which gives you the satisfaction of the story but also suggests
undercurrents, a significance just beyond your perceptions. Even after you’ve
finished reading, your mind keeps returning to what’s happened or to an image
because it’s stayed with you, disturbed you or made you smile. These are things
whose meaning goes beyond their own immediate context. On the surface, novels
like that are certainly about people, but they’re also about something else,
something best conveyed by that lovely word ‘ineffable’.
And they’re
fundamental to the form. Even with novels which are too easily dismissed by the
(seeming) cognoscenti as ‘mere genre’ novels, these
forces are at work. If readers are lifted from their prescribed present into a
realm where unicorns graze and everything is possible, their experience of life
is enhanced. Whether this happens from reading Thomas Hardy or a hospital
romance is irrelevant. The point is that it happens.
The novel is a
great form. It gives you space in which to let things develop. You can create
echoes between themes that bring together things which on the face of it are
separate. You hear an animal scream in the woods as a man reflects on a love
he’s just lost and you fabricate connections between them. And when I say ‘you’
there, I mean the reader. That’s the final beauty of the form and one I mention
ad nauseam: the writer provides the raw materials and the indications
but leaves room for the reader to do some work, create some patterns, draw
his/her own conclusions. Once again, it’s that strange, powerful intimacy between strangers.
Comments
Only thing is, you haven't mentioned how hard it is to actually write one - a good novel, I mean!
Lovely, thoughtful post.
You're right Lee, there are plenty of novels about but not so many merit that adjective.
Kathleen, yes I'm happy if I can approach 'good'. I leave 'great' to real writers.
Jan, for me Beckett is what I believe nowadays is called 'Da Man'. So many brilliant one-liners, starting with 'In the beginning was the pun'. Priceless.
Lydia, earlier this year I wrote a short story called 'An evening with Emma Bovary' and realised I'd been in love with her since I was 18.