Today’s post from the Florida’s Writer Association, “The Sublime Art of the Unreliable Narrator,” got my attention, reminding me of a writing group I used to be a part of. We were chatting about something and I was offering my opinion and when, as an example for my point of view, I told of a personal incident, one of the writers said, “You’re an unreliable narrator.”
What??? No, an unreliable narrator purposely omits information to intentionally mislead the reader. I hadn’t done that intentionally – I just hadn’t told that story about myself yet. We may never tell some stories about ourselves – most definitely. It’s different with a book – you can be an unintentional unreliable narrator or you can do it purposefully if you’ve mastered the art.
Either way, it reminds me of all the arguments taking place on social media these days. Each person is set in their point of view and is not listening to yours. We don’t know everything about them and why they have their opinion and they don’t know everything about us and why we might feel the way we do.
My husband and I love to listen to Jazz and sip wine in the evenings. We also enjoy watching TV and movies set in the past – maybe because we’re both such history buffs.
So, in full disclosure after yesterday’s post about Nashville, today I’m thinking of going all retro, Jazzy, fully embracing my father’s era and the novel he loved so much, Letters on Balboa Island. Will my future books be set in the past? Any past in particular? Will my music become more Jazzy? I don’t know what this means, yet, but I’m excited to explore it.
LETTERS ON BALBOA ISLAND
“When I was seventeen, I knew two things that were true: (1) You couldn’t help but meet a man in a military uniform in southern California in the 1950s, and (2) Sooner or later, men would leave. ” – Rosalie
When Rosalie Martin chooses to spend her life with a military man in the post Korean War era of the 1950s, she can’t forget another she met during the war. And when letters surface on Balboa Island years later, she realizes she may have chosen the wrong man. So when fate offers her the chance to make a different choice, will she? Or has she lived a life of lies for too long?