THE OVERWRITING SYNDROME
by
DONALD DEWEY
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Donald
Dewey has published 31 books of fiction, nonfiction and drama.
His latest books, both to be published later this month (June,
2012), are the novel Wake Up and Smell the Bees and
the nonfiction Ray Arcel --- A Boxing Biography.
Any
writer worth his paprika has been accused at one time or another
-- and probably a few more times than that -- of submitting
a manuscript deemed ‘overwritten.’ Sometimes the
criticism is truly true, the writer having shown too much of
a penchant for doubling up on adjectives, adverbs and other
modifiers when just one would have done very qualitatively,
thank you very much. What ‘overwritten’ actually
means in these circumstances is insecurity about entrusting
to one single uniquely appropriate word the weighty responsibility
of rendering the idea in question being discussed.
At
other times not covered by this first possibility, the ‘overwritten’
judgment is a matter of an editor or an intern or the slush
pile supervisor not being willing to put up with thoughts interrupted
by semi-colons; this happens. And yet again, there are the occasions
every once in awhile when the writer unburdens himself or herself
or whomever of such subtle insights that no sight from a second
person penetrates to the depths of those meditations, as was
famously the case, say, for example, with Ayn Rand when the
first handler of her phlegmatically elusive writings ruled them
“overwritten trash.” Let not the pathetic perceptiveness
in that instance overshadow the greater truth: Overwriting does
live and exist.
But
what we sometimes overlook even in admitting that overwriting
exists is that we ourselves --- not just the common detached
we circulating in society --- have been exposed to it as much
as book, magazine and blog editors; that is to say, i.e., not
doubting its existence has paradoxically more often than not
disguised its presence before us. One of overwriting's most
overt manifestations confronting all of us in daily mass amusement
life, to cite just one obscured instance, has been at the movie
theater where the combined forces of screenwriters, directors,
producers, actors and projectionists show little hesitation
about delivering ten endings for every motion picture film.
There are, of course, advantages to this, especially in the
particular case of murder mysteries or suspense thrillers. By
coming up with serial endings at the end of the story, the screenwriter,
director, producer, actors and projectionist are saved from
having to choose one specific ending that concludes the picture,
insinuating a banal decisiveness that could be construed as
an antagonism toward a certain character. Another word (or two)
for overwriting in this context is ‘interactive creativity,’
permitting every member of the audience to feel vindicated for
his or her or whatever's suspicions all along. Nobody is alienated;
or left disappointed about having spent so much for so little
validation of one's encrusted cynicism about the motives of
others.
What
should also be kept in mind is that the interactive creativity
form of overwriting is no mere technical device for pandering
to democratic, financially rewarding inclusiveness; implicit
in this kind of overwriting is what the Germans call a Weltanschauung
in the German language. There is nothing less than an entire
proactive worldview in the notion that everybody and simultaneously
nobody has been guilty in, say, for example, a murder mystery.
By not settling smugly on one villain but rather by suggesting
through an endless succession of endings that everybody and
anybody was or could have been or more logically should have
been the villain, the writer, the director, the producer, the
actors and the projectionist are indicting the whole human race
for its perversity and nefariousness, no man, woman or child
from the Arctic to the Antarctic left out. Ultimately in the
end, that kind of overwriting comes out as a vision --- not
unlike the kind that has produced round-the-clock cop and lawyer
shows on television to satisfy the social assumption that everybody
walking the planet, really or potentially or either, is guilty
and needs a good attorney to get off.
For
those of us who zap on the wrong channel, political rhetoric
has become another public pit of overwriting. Once upon a time
in the past, it was sufficient to brand a scurrilous opponent
a leftist, there being patriotic confidence that this immediately
summoned up images of the Soviet Army tramping on parade through
Moscow's Red Square or of millions of robotic Chinese charging
over a hill in their North Face jackets cuddling their odd looking
machine guns. But of late, however, it has become the habit
of common practice to particularize the leftist as a “Harvard
leftist” or a “Berkeley leftist,” as if the
vox populi (voice of the people) cared one way or any
other what kind of fiendish Red was at issue. Similarly, on
the other hand, there has been a glib tendency in the new millennium
since 2000 to accuse certain governors, ex-governors and changed-their-minds-about-being-governor-in-midterm
of being “moronic imbeciles.” This form of overwriting
plays fast, loose and at several other speeds with the distinction
between morons (who want to return to the glory days of the
racism, sexism, and McCarthyism of the 1950s) and imbeciles
(who believe this 'is' the 1950s). It goes without saying, but
should be said anyway, that this haziness of ideological thought
only cheapens the level of political discourse in the nation
and in its territories.
One
might have thought with a little thinking that religion would
have been as immune, or at least as insensitive to overwriting
as it is to just about everything else. But alas and alack,
this has not been to be. The imminent end of the world as documented
by the Mayans has been larded to incoherence by Fundamentalists
who insist on rescuing from the ruin of the Rapture 163 people
in whom Jesus believes, by Catholics who argue there will never
really be an ending end as long as a great gate guarded by a
shaggy old man with wings and a big ledger can be built upon
wispy clouds, by Muslims who envision an infinite harem on the
other side of the Mayan gloom, by Orthodox Jews who say they
still have more settlements to build on the West Bank so what's
the rush, and by atheists who don't believe in any world, near
extinction or not. About the only thing all these people agree
on is that sex should be indulged only for creating more people
who might or might not believe in some kind of end of the world.
In theology this is called irony but not necessarily a paradox.
In
other words not used so far but existing in any dictionary,
writers should not feel rejection for being told they have overwritten.
By themselves they have never been less alone.
Also
by Donald Dewey:
Writers
As Ideas
Let
Them Entertain Us
It's
a Kindergarten Life
Being
and Disconnectedness
History
of Humour in the Cinema
Cartoon
Power