So, let me get this out of the way right off the bat, the
first time I heard the word “blog” back in the early part of this century (this
century—can that be right? Makes me
sound like I’m 10,000 years old!), I immediately found myself thinking of that
wad of goo one sometimes finds lodged in the back of one’s throat very early in
the morning or late at night or during allergy season.
Blog.
I didn't know what it
was at the time, but it sounded like something a person would definitely want
to rid himself of. Then I found out what a blog really was and thought, “Oh . .
.” and then, “Well I was sort of right!” Because aren't blogs really just a way
for people to hack something up or get something off their chests? Well, I hope
so, because this is my blog, and watch out because I am about to start hawking
and hacking like nobody’s business about something that has been lodged quiet
miserably in my throat for years now--the oxymoron that is “realistic”
Christian fiction.
Okay, so allow me to digress a bit. As a veteran teacher,
I've often had students tell me that they like me because I am “real,” by which
I think they mean that I am, for the most part, not afraid to admit when I have
made a mistake or to be goofy in front of them or to call them on their own
goofiness when it becomes inappropriate by telling them to simply “put a sock
in it” or some such pithy euphemism for “shut your trap.” In other words, I
think some* of my students like me because I allow them to see the real me,
flaws and all, (and while the irony of being called “real” never ceases to
surprise me when I stop to consider the fact that I am also a fiction writer,
which means I spend many hours of my day devoted to pretending to be other
people) being real or flawed can actually be a good thing. It makes people feel comfortable around you; it allows
them to see that you are not one bit better than they are. Therefore, they are
able to just relax, drop their guard, and be real themselves.
Which leads me to a problem I've discovered when it comes to
the characters often found in Christian novels: Simply put, the characters and
the world they inhabit just don’t seem real.
Okay, so I’m a writer and a teacher of writing and
therefore, of course, I’m a reader as well. And so I know from merely browsing
the Christian Fiction section at Barnes and Noble that Christian fiction
normally contains a lot of characters who wear bonnets and own buggies, and
that is fine. There is obviously a large market for bonnet books and readers
all across the world who enjoy reading about the exploits of the bonneted, but
for me, the bonnets just didn't quiet satisfy my craving for true literary
conflict and drama, and so, I kept looking and eventually I found a few Christian
books that were marketed as being “realistic.” But I have to say that the
realism in these books looked nothing like the real world that I have known for
43+ years now. Yes, the characters may have failed in some regard—perhaps with
an unplanned pregnancy or some vice such as drugs or drink, but there was still
something missing. And so I asked
myself, “Am I just being snobby? Am I wrong to want my fiction to contain some
texture, some grit? Is it . . . is it just me?” And so, timidly at first, I began to question
my Christian reader friends about their opinions on the reality of Christian
fiction, and what I discovered was that well . . . it wasn't just me.
Anyone who has been a Christian or even just been around
Christians for two seconds knows that Christians are supremely real in that we
are flawed to the gills. Just like everyone else, Christians mess up! Sometimes profoundly! And it seems to me that
those mess ups could be the basis for some great literary conflicts. I mean,
think about it. For Christians, the stakes are even higher than they are for
the lost. If we mess up, we run the risk of blowing our testimony and dragging
others down with us, and, and we
can’t forget about the guilt Christians
who mess up must learn to deal with! And when you think about all of this in
terms of “story,” Christians should be able to write stories that are rife with
dramatic tension all the way around based solely on the guilt thing alone. So what’s
the problem? Why aren't more Christian writers writing about characters that
are desperately flawed? Well I found out—at least in part—when I decided to dip
my toes into the chilly waters of traditional Christian publishing.
I’ll spare you the long story, but here is the short of it.
The book I’d written contained the following:
- A point of view character who did not know Christ.
- A Christian who might possibly have committed suicide.
- A Christian who engaged in premarital sex.
- A Christian who drank to the point of drunkenness.
- A married couple that was unequally yoked. (For those of you who do not speak Christian-ese, that means that one partner was a born again Christian and one was not.)
- A few swear words.
I wrote this book for
a lot of reasons. One because, in spite of their failings, I liked the
characters and their story and therefore, I just had to tell it. But I also
felt that the book could speak to both the lost (hopefully, leading them in the
end toward Christ) as well as the Christian young person who is struggling with
his faith. In other words, I felt led by God to write this book because I
thought it could make a difference. I’d written a lot of other stories just
because I love to write, but this one . . . well, I felt that perhaps it could matter to someone—a young person maybe
like the ones I teach each day, but the traditional publishers said “No.” They
all told me I could write (which was reassuring to hear) but that the story was
too “edgy.” By which I believe they meant “worldly.” But gracious, isn't this
world we live in well . . . worldly?
And isn’t the job of the fiction writer to “make it real?” Why else would we
spend all those hours pretending?!
Well . . . okay. I’ve blustered enough. I’ve hawked up my
blog for the moment. But if you, like me, are frustrated with the reality or
lack thereof in Christian fiction, come back, visit, and feel free to hawk up a
comment or two below if you like.
*I said some
of my students like me. Therefore, those of you who may happen to read this who
could not dislike me more, who spend your days fantasizing about my death, please
note my use of “some.”
