Finding the Right ‘Occasion for the Telling’

 

Dickens DreamEvery good story has an “occasion for the telling,” an incident that triggers the story. (And by story, I’m referring to novels and short stories.) This occasion for the telling could be the major conflict of your story, or it can be trivial and situational. Either way, it gives a story a sense of immediacy–a reason why our story can only begin when it does.

For example, to begin his 180,000-word novel, Great Expectations, Charles Dickens opens with a introduction of his narrator, Pip:

My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father’s family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister – Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father’s, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, “Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,” I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine – who gave up trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle – I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.

However, shortly thereafter, Dickens hints toward one of the story’s main threads: Pip’s concern with his destiny. (It’s only later that we learn of his ambition and drive to “improve” himself.)

Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dykes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond, was the river; and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing, was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.

Now this is where the occasion for the telling comes into play. We are introduced to one of the main characters of the novel, “The Convict.” Pip’s chance meeting with him, sets the entire novel’s wheels in motion:

“Hold your noise!” cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. “Keep still, you little devil, or I’ll cut your throat!”

A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.

If you’re currently working on your own novel or story, think about your own occasion for the telling. Do you have a reason why your story begins where it does? If not, steal a technique from many successful writers like Dickens. Begin with an occasion for the telling; and write your heart out!

 

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