Celebrate, Celebrate

holidaycloudsProd any little kid to see what she loves best and you’re likely to hear “Christmas, birthday, Halloween,” though perhaps in a different order. Prod her mommy and you’re likely to hear the same, with the addition of “family.” Prod me and you’ll definitely get family and holidays. I look forward to holidays with the anticipation of fun, feast, friends, family, and food. Calendars include all religious, cultural, and national holidays, the entries growing every year. With such emphasis on celebrations it’s hardly unexpected that we writers would include some kind of holiday in our books, a date to be observed in some momentous way.

All of my books revolve around family and the complex personal relationships that drive individuals to investigate their personal histories in order to pursue their futures. Every book I’ve written employs at least one holiday, including my current WIP. This one is about folks in an assisted living home where the first day of spring is celebrated every single day because it might be the last time an aging resident gets to do so. But Where Did Mama Go? is not the book I want to talk about at the moment.

About 20 years ago I played with the idea of pursuing a multi-generational family over several decades, using the Jewish holiday of Passover as the vehicle. Passover is a holiday of fours, the symbolism of four showing up in its four names, four versions of telling the story, four children (sons, if you’re Orthodox), four questions, four cups of wine (sips, in my house), four promises of redemption, the four mothers who worked like crazy at the back of the tent to make the first Passover meal, and the four billion mothers (and fathers) who cooked all those meals that followed. If you’ve ever prepared a Passover seder, you know what I mean about the food. For one thing, leavened bread is forbidden – try cooking a meal for 20 or so folks without preparing anything that’s leavened. Yeah, you need a grove of fruit to keep things, er, regular, and that’s part of the metaphor as well. With such a trove of meaning, how could I not find a story to write?

The story would follow as families squabbled, kids grew up, marriages failed, and people confessed their secrets and sins until something extraordinarily mindboggling happened, drawing the plot to a close. I could never figure out what extraordinary event it would turn out to be. There’s only so much that can be done with unleavened bread and Manischewitz wine. After a while the concept bored me and I knew it would bore readers.

Still that initial idea provoked me until it metamorphosed into The Inlaid Table, a story of generations separated by an ocean and a war. The book opens with a family celebrating Passover, a holiday branded with the idea of rebirth and freedom. However, the rituals of the holiday take a back seat to the exasperating family quibbles and gripes that end up tainting every diner. The story is here, in the tenuous family dynamic torn asunder. The flight to religious freedom? Not at this Passover.

This newer iteration of my original idea employs Passover as loose webbing, not the steel scaffolding first envisioned. The book’s focus is two women who are emblematic of their time, one an eventual victim of the Holocaust, the other an American indecisive about her future. No one needs to know anything about Passover to understand and enjoy the story, and that’s crucial. Some of my previewers knew a great deal, others nothing at all. Their reviews commented on the strengths and context of the story and noted areas of concern, much of it addressed in re-writes.

A book must first of all entertain, must engage and trigger imagination sufficient to prompt the reader to turn pages. My first idea would have failed because of a propensity toward preaching, the this-is-how-it’s-done approach. Locking any story to a stiff spine of telling someone how to live according to a set of rules, and stitching characters to that spine, won’t create enthusiasm or sympathy. Characters need to be quirky and individual, plodding through their lives with enough klutziness and self-delusion to be endearing. A little nobility helps as well as a tendency to forge a new path no matter how prickly the brambles overhead. Redemption isn’t possible if one has nothing to redeem, and who needs to read a story about a protagonist with nothing to learn? No one likes their heroes perfect. Even Moses had a speech defect.

The more I dropped the focus on the Passover holiday in Table, the more it became a background, messy and believable, and the story richer. That was the lesson for me, to create a story around characters that celebrate and fail rather than a holiday that directs the plot. Passover became a sidebar; the drama ramps up, the characters grow, fall apart, grow some more.

Calendars help us note our holidays but our achievements make us who we are. Whether your characters celebrate Christmas or Chanukah or Mergatroid Crowning Day, let the holidays in your story whisper but not preach, let them reflect your characters but not manipulate them, and let your story find its own truth. It may not be about the holiday at all; failures and disappointments mark our days as well as sublime moments. The story may be about Angetha and Rufert living in a swampy world where hippopotami rule. That’s the tale you may just want to write.

Be sure to include the celebration of their annual Creeping Root Slither Frolic.

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7 thoughts on “Celebrate, Celebrate

  1. I write by the seat of my pants. Which means, effectively, that I “never” have a rigid idea of what the story is going to be about or how it will get there. I find that when I have tried to do so — write a story that is tied to some specific aspect or event, I tend to get bored with it. And if *I* get bored with it, I can probably guarantee that the readers will get bored with it. I have had celebrations and holidays be important parts to a story. The novel that is closest to being complete and viable has a harvest festival involved with it. Traditions are good to have as part of the fictional worlds I create, but what I usually end up doing is playing with what happens when someone breaks the tradition or mocks it or does something which pushes against the general sensibilities of it.

    One short story that I wrote involves a holiday based on coffee. Now that’s a holiday I could definitely support with lots and lots of traditions. 🙂 If you’re interested, it’s here: http://robdiaz2.com/a-holiday-to-remember/

  2. I like that you can state succinctly the theme in your books. I think that’s one of my problems. I’m telling a story instead of making a point. I’m going to think about that over the holidays.

    • It took a very long time for me to figure out what my story was about. I had to disconnect the writing from the briefest possible tidbit so that someone might actually want to read my book. Your stories are pretty exceptional – how would you create a tantalizing trailer for them?

  3. This was so helpful. I never thought much about how holidays infuse story with meaning and provide a “back drop” for scenes/characters. I agree with Jacqui…this gives a lot to consider during the holidays. Thank you!

  4. great article which will require me to rethink a few of my own habits in writing – but also in giving more depth to characters and their motivations for loving – or avoiding certain times of the year.. Thanks heaps.

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