Writing
essays is hard work—even writing a postcard without resorting to stock phrases
is not exactly easy. Yet this is hardly surprising, because writing
is not natural to primates!—in fact, it is not a natural activity at
all.
I confess to
being averse to planning my essays. This could admittedly be put down to
laziness; but I feel rather, that it is because I do not want to be tied down
to a paragraph–by–paragraph plan which tends – if I may so express it – towards
the somewhat tedious process of having to ‘fill them in’. Because an essay is
just like a letter—in the sense that, although you begin with a general idea of
what you are going to say, it only takes its particular expression and
shape as you write it, and it’s
the act of writing that brings out things that were unimagined when you started. So it is that I fear loss of spontaneity—feeling, as I often do, like the essayist William
Hazlitt, in that, ‘I seldom see my way a page or even a sentence before me . .
.’ Yet Hazlitt was a great writer; his essays wonderfully discursive; and
therefore not a good model for literary academic writing.
So, my damning
process – which could admittedly lose me marks by revealing it – is to begin
the opening paragraph with a description of what I intend – what I will try
– to express or show in the essay; but without revealing my conclusion—which I
would hope
would intrigue the reader (so that it’s almost ‘the essay as novel’: posing the
question, ‘What is going to happen in the end?’—not, of course that will ever
be as exciting as the best novels are). So what do I do after
I’ve written my introductory paragraph? I just carry on writing until I’ve
reached the end! And then see if I’ve written too much or too little, and
adjust the text accordingly: cutting down or expanding. However, I do
know what I want to say, and I do not lose sight of that. And, it’s very like
making a painting: it is utterly impossible to envisage the final result—no matter how much planning has been put into it,
or preparatory sketches made.1
However, I
would say that it’s imperative, while writing, never to lose sight of the
question posed by the title of your essay—or of your purpose if it’s
a close study of a particular poem, book chapter, etcetera, and try to make every word count. (Also,
the advice of one of my tutors’ to link the last sentence of a paragraph to the
first sentence of the next is invaluable). Yet if paragraphs have to link through
their first and last sentences, do not the sentences of each paragraph also
have to link continuously through the paragraph—each one dependent on its
sister or brother sentences? Well, yes, of course they do. Otherwise there’s a
danger of writing something that strays beyond the boundaries of the main topic
of the essay. Much as if you came across a piece of fish in the middle of your
pork pie.
Yet
it is, I think, particularly difficult when it comes to paragraphs—because
academics who study grammar and/or linguistics deal exclusively with the
structure of sentences: no larger unit of language yielding worthwhile study. If
you look up ‘paragraph’ on Amazon, a fair abundance is listed. But if you look
up ‘English grammar’ it almost seems as if you could go on to infinity.
Well,
I have no theory of (academic) paragraph structure, but I’ll have a stab at it:
First,
I see it as a discrete unit, dealing
with (or analysing) some particularly relevant aspect of the subject, as
delineated by the Essay’s title. Second – as per my tutor’s firm advice – the
last sentence of a paragraph must link to (or carry over to) the first sentence
of the following paragraph.
However,
assuming that your paragraphs are all self–contained, and relate well to one
another, there is still a danger that you will find at the end of your essay
that you have by subtle degrees veered off your topic, to the extent that your
essay’s first paragraph does not relate well to your last paragraph. And I
confess that this is perhaps the strongest argument against my ‘unplanned’
approach.
But
again, I have to say that I did not know how this blog was going to turn out
when I started it; and looking back on it, I seem in parts to have written no
more than common sense; yet that common sense is now drilled into me with more
force than it was before. However, it does
seem to me that my potentially ruinous course of (semi–unplanned) writing ought
at least to have a written ‘skeleton plan’—such as will shore up the body of my
essay. Then I would think how best to begin: which characters and scenes
were the most important; which passages from the work where expressively the
strongest as supporting my theme/argument (and which passages, although truly
wonderful, I would simply have to ignore as being strictly inadmissible’—because
if you step aside, and introduce such passages, then it will show—just like
snow in high summer!)
And, when it
comes to planning, and rewriting, we do have to go through a very considerable
amount of rewriting: printing the essay out, correcting it, writing more or
reducing what we've written. Printing it out again—because typos and etcetera
simply evade the eye on the screen. And then, certain things come out in the
(hand) writing, and other things come out while writing on the computer. So that
the floor around my computer gets littered with printouts and hand–written
sheets—it's the only way I can write these essays. Yet, somehow – despite what I
have said above – I do believe that, by the simple process of putting into one full
paragraph everything that you want say in your essay, and then deciding in
another full paragraph the order in which you intend (or will, if you like) organize your essay, you should find
richer ideas in your head – that is your mind – than your former ‘inklings’ had given you—and you will
be able to write spontaneously. Even, paradoxically, though you may have to write,
and write, until you come to the fullest expression of what you want to
say as is possible for the person that you are. The aim – even if unachievable – is
to write sentences that no one else can improve on. Even though one of the few
writers ever to have achieved this is James Joyce in Dubliners. I told you it would be hard!
As
this is a blog I’m allowed to make a slightly oblique move from my last
sentence:
Mark
Tredinnick, in his excellent book – Writing
Well: The Essential Guide' (Cambridge, 2008) – has this to say:
At primary school they encourage you to use describing words. They're
trying to help you notice more about the world-its colors, its highs and lows,
its speeds, its textures and designs-and get it into your words. But when you
grow up, your writing teacher wills probably tell you to stop using so many
adjectives and adverbs.
"Write with nouns and verbs" is one of the elements of style.
Those are the load-bearing walls, so make them bear the load.
I
seem to remember the same advice being given about the writing of poetry, which
of course – if practiced – should ensure that superfluous words will be struck
out: and if the poem collapses as a result, we can be sure that it was bad in
the first place.
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1 Picasso often got bored, because sometimes he could envisage so clearly what he was going to do that, in his impatience to
finish a work, he would fill spaces with arbitrary, and often quite garish
colours—he had, as might be said, a wearying fecundity. There’s one of his
paintings in the Fitzwilliam: it could be thrown on the bonfire without the
slightest loss to the world of art! 