Re-read:
I'm teaching a writing course now on plotting novels, and a surprising lot of my students hold MFAs, so I thought I'd better go back and reread this MFA-friendly book to make sure there wasn't something I could learn from it about narrative structure. I have once again concluded that its main contribution is to make writers of self-consciously literary fiction feel more comfortable with the idea of plot.
Because I'm teaching right now, I feel particularly strongly that the fundamental job of a teacher is to communicate concepts clearly, in the most useful way possible. Otherwise what on earth is the point? What's the point of calling a sense of forward momentum created at the sentence level a "micro-profluence", other than to throw up a shitty little wall (a micro-impediment??) between those who know what the hell she's talking about and those who don't? Torturing language in this way doesn't help anyone learn, or if it does so, that's just a side benefit; you do it to create distinctions, model professionalization, and signal in-group status. It communicates a kind of value that is totally outside of the text.
After combing the opening paragraph of Philip Roth's Goodbye, Columbus for micro-profluence and micro-frictions and whatnot, Allison goes on to admit (in a move she does again and again) that the story follows a completely standard narrative arc. But don't worry, that doesn't matter! "What interests me... is how transparently Roth works with symmetries to articulate the waves tension and shape. Is this hyperstructuring paint-by-numbers? Or Hard-Edge painting?"
Leaving aside the question of what those last two questions EVEN MEAN, that's a lot of table-setting just to identify scenes drawn from the beginning and end of a story that mirror each other in order to show what has changed between the two. These are just the building blocks of standard three-act structure. You can call it hyperstructuring or Hard-Edge painting if you want, but at the end of the day, if Save the Cat! says the exact same thing, it isn't breaking news. "Wavelets," which is what she calls the smaller rises and falls in narrative tension within the overarching dramatic arc, are just action and reaction beats with a glamorous new name. I am 100% sure that Allison is smarter than Blake Snyder, but her observations in this book are not.
The thing that really got me, though, was the analysis of "Where I'm Calling From," a story about alcoholism. After noting Carver's repetition of the words drink, beer, and gin-and-tonic, she crows, "Carver reifies!"* Could we not? First of all, reifying requires a direct object and doesn't really make sense here. What about just calling it emphasis, or talking about what it does--drills in the sheer, repetitive boredom of addiction? What she calls "ripples" (an alternation between wet and dry imagery) are definitely there, but her argument that this sentence-level pattern is more important than the main arc of the story because the change the protagonist undergoes by the end of the story is "small and psychological" is just ARGGGHHH. If it's an arc, it's an arc. The stakes define the scale, not the structure. Psychological realism and the family drama have their own clearly defined stakes, and the stakes of an addiction/recovery story are rather high, actually. The fact that the prose enhances the overall effect does not invalidate it.
It just feels like the whole point of this book is to argue that "real" fiction--Roth, Carver, Wallace, Oates, Duras, Nicholson Baker (lol), Marquez--doesn't use the same type of narrative structure as that other kind of fiction, you know, the kind with werewolves and romance and space ships. But in fact, what this book winds up demonstrating is just how accommodating three-act structure is, and how much it can accomplish even in stories that are committed to doing a lot more. One of the nicest things about 3-act structure is that it provides a canvas or a stage to showcase these other techniques, while giving the reader a way into and through the text, and a sense of meaning at the end of it. Learning how to do this in a deft, subtle way is a lot easier to do when someone just, you know, tells you how. Ultimately, the only reason to reinvent the wheel is to sell it to someone new.
*Okay, I admit, I went to grad school in the humanities and this word straight-up triggers me.
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Well . . . this is not a craft book. Still less is it really about the novel form. (My bad, since it doesn't claim to be. But then again, as an implicit critique of 3-act structure, it kind of does.) This is literary criticism for a general audience, heavily slanted toward narratology, which I find sort of interesting but also limited and reductive. I wanted to get meandered and spiraled and exploded into a new way of thinking about narrative, which craft books almost always do, even if I dislike them. Unfortunately this one didn't.
A good half of the book is devoted to renaming the standard 3-act narrative structure a "wave" (or series of wavelets) rather than an arc. Except acts are never mentioned, because we're getting away from Aristotle, okay sure. But all this seems to do is substitute a vague notion (look, vague is French for "wave"! This is the sort of self-congratulatory parenthetical the book is full of!) for a crisp, analytical, and most of all useful one. Alison's granular textual analysis, while functional on the sentence level, rarely serves to illuminate the overarching structure of longer works. Indeed most of her examples are drawn from short stories and novellas.
I had high hopes for the meandering and spiraling and exploding chapters, but as it turned out I did not really need a new name for what The Mezzanine is like. It, like many late 20th-century texts, wears its form on its face. Anyway I was too busy being annoyed that no pre-20th-century texts were mentioned, not even Tristram Shandy.
Of all the structures the author explores, the spiral seemed the most useful to me. Even so, I kept thinking as I read that all of these newly named forms and movements are common in more traditionally plotted novels, where they are frequently overlaid in interesting ways to add texture and rhythm. That's certainly the purpose for which I'll consciously use them, even if I don't end up writing my next novel in footnotes. (And I might!) So I guess it did give me something, just not what I was looking for. Meandered!