In this feature, I’ll be looking at “advice” for writing short stories – not from me, but from other short story writers. In speculative fiction, “short” has very carefully delineated categories: “short story is under 7,500 words.” I’m going to use advice from people who, in addition to writing novels, have also spent plenty of time “interning” with short stories. While most of them are speculative fiction writers, I’ll also be looking at plain, old, effective short story writers. The advice will be in the form of one or several quotes off of which I’ll jump and connect it with my own writing experience. While I don’t write full-time, nor do I make enough money with my writing to live off of it...neither do most of the professional writers...someone pays for and publishes ten percent of what I write. When I started this blog, that was NOT true, so I may have reached a point where my own advice is reasonably good. We shall see as I work to increase my writing output and sales! As always, your comments are welcome!
Without further ado, short story observations by Chinua Achebe– with a few from myself… Link: https://www.writerswrite.co.za/7-bits-of-writing-advice-from-chinua-achebe/?fbclid=IwY2xjawOG_ERleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyCGNhbGxzaXRlAjMwAAEe6a8Kjw0ebIZ4lVoKz6E0fL-eJGoFJikgGuqEmV4TDmUQJ0-cXElEf87HRws_aem_7AJhyKgyiFAQg0oKPot4_A
Let me set the stage: It’s 1982. I was a freshly graduated from college with a teaching degree in science (I was licensed to teach grades 6-10 (Biology). But I graduated during the years that men and women STARTED their teaching careers…
The ones who’d made it all the way were only just beginning to consider retirement. In those days, the longer they held on, the larger their retirement pension checks would be (they retired based on their “career high” paycheck; the longer they stayed the bigger the check.) They WEREN’T retiring and all I could do was be a substitute teacher…IN ADDITION, I’d been a Christian for only nine years. God called and I answered and joined a band that was called to serve the church in Nigeria, Cameroon, and Liberia. Our first stop was Lagos, Nigeria at Christmas 1983. Prior to our arrival: “August 1983, Shagari [was] returned to power in a landslide victory [but] the elections were marred by violence, vote-rigging, electoral malfeasance [leading] to legal battles over the results, uncertainties…that political leaders may be unable to govern properly [In December, shortly after our arrival in Lagos] a military coup d'état was coordinated by key officers of the Nigerian military and led to the overthrow of the government and the installation of Major General Muhammadu Buhari as head of state.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nigeria)
The country shut down. For several days, we couldn’t get anywhere. By then, Chinua Achebe “was a Nigerian novelist, poet, and critic who is regarded as a central figure of modern African literature. His first novel and magnum opus, Things Fall Apart (1958), occupies a pivotal place in African literature and remains the most widely studied, translated, and read African novel. Along with Things Fall Apart, his No Longer at Ease (1960) and Arrow of God (1964) complete the "African Trilogy". Later novels include A Man of the People (1966) [once the political situation in Nigeria had settled] his novel “Anthills of the Savannah” (1987). Achebe is often referred to as the "father of modern African literature", although he vigorously rejected the characterization. Achebe's childhood was influenced by both Igbo traditional culture and colonial Christianity.”
While I just checked out ANTHILLS OF THE SAVANNAH today, I DID read THINGS FALL APART and I am currently re-reading it. As it’s a novel, it won’t really be part of this essay. Published in 1958, one reviewer noted that THINGS FALL APART “creates for the reader such a vivid picture of Igbo life that the plot and characters are little more than symbols representing a way of life lost irrevocably within living memory." It happened that the Igbo people had embraced the Lutheran church when the first missionaries arrived, so we spent a substantial amount of time among them. I didn’t learn about Chinua Achebe until I got back to the US, but I picked up a copy and read it. While I was certainly an outsider, I have to admit that when we arrived in Nigeria, things had started to change from from what an earlier group from our sending organization that had arrived several years earlier. The infrastructure that abundant oil had built had started to fall apart as the world experienced a glut of oil and prices had dropped. Often times, buildings stood that were only half-finished.
“Achebe was awarded the Man Booker International Prize in June 2007. The judging panel included American critic Elaine Showalter, who said he "illuminated the path for writers around the world seeking new words and forms for new realities and societies.”
We learned the Igbo people with great joy picking up several of their worship songs that would illuminate Achebe’s novel. While we were in fact, “missionaries”, our mission had nothing to do with “converting Africans” – we were there to serve the local church. Invited by the Igbo church in several towns and villages, we arrived and followed their lead. Often it was simply singing – and then on a couple of occasions, we learned their songs, carrying them back with us to the US.
Decades later, I experienced a meeting with a student that became a TRULY memorable occasion. As a science teacher, I met a student who had come from Nigeria and was Igbo. I told him I’d been there and had learned one of the songs they sang in church.
He told me to sing it! I did, he was amazed – and went home to tell his parents. Graduation was a few months later, and after the ceremony, he ran up to me, followed by a “mob” of people. His parents stepped up and told me that he’d told them I’d learned a song in Igbo – and asked me to sing it. There. In front of the school. On graduation night.
Incredibly embarrassed (no one at the school knew I could sing fairly well!), and (I’m sure) furiously blushing, I started to sing (in a VERY subdued voice!), “Chineke Idimma (Igbo song, meaning, “God you are good.”) The family went CRAZY with delight!
ALL of that to frame the SHORT work of Chinua Echebe. I’ll use one of them to look at my…possibly irritating reflections.
"The Sacrificial Egg" is a poignant short story about Julius Obi, a Western-educated Igbo clerk in colonial Nigeria, who embodies the clash between traditional Igbo beliefs and modern, colonial ways, as he tragically steps on a hidden sacrificial egg, inadvertently taking on a sufferer's misfortune (Kitikpa, smallpox) and realizing the enduring power of his culture even as his world crumbles around him. The story uses vivid imagery, like the mysterious night spirits and the fateful egg, to show how modernization disrupts African life, forcing characters like Julius to confront their roots when Western rationality fails, ultimately highlighting themes of cultural identity, spiritual resilience, and the devastating impact of colonialism.”
I lived in Igbo land for three months. NOT in a hotel. NOT with running water (only occasionally), and most of the time, light was provided because the village had purchased a generator and ran it because we were guests. I never ONCE “evangelized” anyone who wasn’t interested in hearing what I had to say.
My observation here is that PERHAPS Achebe “…sought to escape the colonial perspective that framed African literature at the time, and drew from the traditions of the Igbo people, Christian influences, and the clash of Western and African values to create a uniquely African voice. He wrote in and defended the use of English, describing it as a means to reach a broad audience, particularly readers of colonial nations.” MAYBE the reason he was selected as “…a central figure of modern African literature. His first novel and magnum opus, Things Fall Apart (1958), occupies a pivotal place in African literature and remains the most widely studied, translated, and read African novel”, was that he fed the liberal/left narrative that (ostensibly) feared for the sublimation of “Africa”(there are “estimates suggesting over 3,000 distinct ethnic groups, each with unique languages, customs, and histories, spread across its 54 countries…” by ‘Christian missionaries”.
After the time I spent there, the reading I’ve done since, and people I’ve spoken with who were highly critical of our group going to Nigeria, Cameroun, and Liberia – it has always seemed like a suspiciously racist view of the intelligence of the 3000 ethnic groups to suspect that not a single one of the Igbo, Efik, Yoruba, or other groups could POSSIBLY become a Christian based on the message of the Gospel and that ALL of them “converted” because of the weight of the technology, money, and education of “white folks” who invaded their land…
“No, no, no! We’re concerned because the (implied: easily redirected people of African ethnic groups) were trampled by missionaries whose only desire was to squeeze as many Nigerians, Cameroonians, and Liberians into THEIR neat little boxes…We’d NEVER try and…”
OK – rant is done – I’ve only read this one short story and THINGS FALL APART, but have ordered the collection Girls at War and Other Stories. It’s clear though, that this author captured the eyes of non-Nigerian readers. I look forward to applying what I’m already seeing in THINGS FALL APART to my own short story writing. Maybe I can get something from Brooklyn Center (where we’ve lived for the past 32 years. You might say, “Nothing dangerous (“if it bleeds, it leads”) ever happens in your little suburb, you’re insulated from REALITY! I’ve never even heard of it!” I’ll leave you with this: “Minnesota's most dangerous areas, based on recent crime data, often include the major cities of Minneapolis, St. Paul, and St. Cloud, with suburbs like Brooklyn Center, Fridley, and West St. Paul also appearing on lists due to high property/violent crime rates, alongside northern cities like Bemidji and Brainerd facing significant poverty and crime challenges, with Waite Park sometimes topping overall crime lists.”
Links: #PastorChidi @followers @highlight ; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinua_Achebe ; https://reolink.com/blog/most-dangerous-cities-in-minnesota/ ; https://english2302.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/the-sacrificial-egg.pdf
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