Jay
Stritch is a student of English Literature at Cambridge University
and a lover of all modes of storytelling. She has recently published
'Seven Minutes' told in the format of memory collections which
trace the interweaving, highly eventful lives of a very interesting
family. In her free time she enjoys skiing and adrenaline based
sports.
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Book Genre: Fiction
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Release Date: March 2014
Book Description:It is said that when you die your brain stays active for seven minutes, in which time you relive your most prominent memories.
'The Collector' of these memories has the most interesting story of all to tell. By following the intertwining lives of a group of characters we are taken on a journey through some amazing experiences: loss, love, guilt, failure, success and what defines us as human beings. The very essence of these people emerges from their memories.
But why is Will the one this collection of memories has been given to? What is he supposed to do with them? He already has enough on his plate, now that he's unemployed with a farm and family to run while his wife is away working. However, he can't seem to stop obsessing about this mysterious book or put it down and it begins to affect his life in more ways than one…
Excerpt:
Seven minutes really isn't that long. It's often overlooked by
people as an awkward amount of time in which nothing can be achieved.
Indeed many groups of seven minutes are spent in people's lives
simply waiting. I, however, am a collector and it is my job to make
every minute count. Everything can be revealed about a human life in
seven minutes. Today has been a particularly interesting collection,
as amongst them is the last Mangos.
I often look at my job like a card game
- perhaps similar to 'Happy Families' - and I relish
collecting full sets. Today the set has been completed by the life
and death of Sabina Mangos.
I sometimes revisit the rest of these
preserved lives and watch them intertwine with each other seamlessly
again. I turn to the best bits, like one would dog ear a favorite
book. Still the people I never knew in life haunt me in their deaths.
She is bent by the side of the river,
the evening sun illuminating her cheek bones and her hair is
plastered to her face. The memory at first is always startlingly
beautiful until the scream begins. It is primal, guttural and echoes
off the rocks surrounding her. Then the boy lying limp at her feet
comes into focus. But this is my own memory. To understand it better,
it's only right that we delve into hers.
ANGELICA: 4.6 minutes
He died with his train ticket in his
pocket and his hands clasped tightly around his necklace. I know
because I was there. I start compressions frantically, unable to
remember how many to do. One, two, three, four, trying to force the
life back into him. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, my own
breaths rasping, willing him to join me. Eleven, twelve, thirteen,
fourteen, I stop pressing methodically, the panic taking over and I
begin to hit him wildly. Suddenly I am furious, illogically furious
at him, and I begin to spit and swear as I return to compressions.
What else can I do?
"Don't die! Wake up! Bastard! Talk
to me! Open your eyes now!" I stop suddenly staring rigidly at his
face. "No," is all I can think. This. Can't. Happen. Mouth to
mouth, my mind screams, I haven't tried that yet and I know why.
What if the kiss of life doesn't work; what if it is the kiss of
death? What if I can't save him? I slam my hands either side of his
head, pinch his nose and calmly breathe into his mouth. Once. Twice.
Nothing. And that is when I rock back on to my knees and scream.
This is a great topic because any writer worth their salt has to capture characters who develop, who are changed by the world they live in, their experiences and the people around them. Because this is true to life, you can never write someone off (pun intended) as simply ‘the funny one’, or as someone who is ‘evil’ and that can be a dangerous trap to fall in to.
A human being is like a diamond- multi faceted. If you met someone later on in their lives or before a key event it might feel like you are talking to a completely different person, the light has changed and the angle (to continue the diamond metaphor) and now something very different in them may be illuminated. With this in mind I think that it is very important whenever you are writing to remember the whole person, who they were and all that has happened to them so that they are never just one thing and never just who they are at the point of the story you are writing.
The hardest thing about character development is probably to stay consistent while allowing your characters to grow and change. I know, I know this is something of an oxymoron but it is essential that a character retain their identity even if their beliefs or attitudes change.
In order to do this we must ask the question-what is identity. There are many answers but I think the most useful ones are our natural inclinations. The qualities (good or bad) that we are born with, for example drive, compassion, imagination-the essentials of that person which are shaped and harnessed by their circumstances.
This is going to be oversimplified but it’s just an example: So to try and explain what I mean a little more coherently let’s take a character that is naturally and quintessentially a restless spirit with a drive to achieve. If I follow these qualities from childhood in my character, he is active, strives for more than prescribed by his system but then who he becomes depends on where I place him in the real world. Let’s place him, for example, as an explorer-these qualities thrive-he lives on the edge, he never stays in one place and his adventures quench his restlessness and he develops into a man who lives in the moment, who shares his wisdom and is most content by campfire light sharing ideas and inspiration about life. O.k. now let’s scrap that and go back to our boy imbued with just these essential qualities, bright as a button and just about to venture out into the real world. Now let’s trap him in a dead end office job. Here no one appreciates him, his ambitions and ideas are given a very low roof, his restlessness increase and he can’t be satisfied with what he has. He wants so much from life but feels as if he has nothing. This develops to bitterness, and slowly we can guide him along a darker path where he feels a sense of entitlement to what should have been his. We now could have the beginnings of the potential killer in our story.
But both of these choices (the way we choose to develop the character) are true to who he is even though the two outcomes may be very different.
I hope what I was trying to get at made sense and resonated with you as a reader/writer/human!
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