GLENDA BURGESS is a winner of the Rupert Hughes Award for Fiction and a short story finalist for the New Century Writer Award. Her literary memoir, THE GEOGRAPHY OF LOVE, was named a Ten Best Books of 2008 by the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and a finalist for the 2008 Books for a Better Life Award.
I loved her book so much, I asked her if she would write something for the blog. Thank you, so much, Glenda!
Music and Writing
Debussy was said to have painted music, Sibelius heard
compositions as a symphony of color. As I worked on my country music novel, SO
LONG AS WE’RE TOGETHER, I realized I was beginning to hear unspoken words within
the music, not just the music in words. Language has always possessed
musicality—and naturally and effortlessly transforms into the lyric, the song—but
for me it was a unique experience to think about songwriting, melody, and a
novel’s narrative all from the point of view of a musician. What story does a line
of notes tell when there are as yet no lyrics, when the song says nothing at
all? When words do partner with a melody there is a dance between meaning and
feeling. We understand words, however we feel music. What becomes important?
What is said, or left unsaid? Conveyed through language or simply through the
notes of the song?
I determined to make a deliberate effort in my narrative to
infuse in the landscape, scenes, and in dialog, echoes of the musical
performances of my country music duo, Marley and Andi Stone. I felt the twin
sisters’ music was as much a character in their story as the lake in the novel,
or Donna, their mother. That for some characters, what they seek speaks their
piece in the world. Marley leaves heartbreak
at the keyboard, finds hope in an inspired melody. Andi defines a world for
herself by singing it into being. Donna pushes back a hard and disappointing
life listening to the jubilation in the notes and verses of others. I found that
the more I listened to the novel’s narrative as a musical composition between all
the parts of their story, an original melody took root in the pages, from the
opening note to the last.
Many writers read their work aloud in draft to catch a lagging
clause or repetitive word, dull sections, or run-on sentences. But I read this
entire novel aloud, by scene and section, and in series of chapters at a time.
Multiple times. Listening to the narrative was quite literal for me. I paced my
small study as I read, pausing to look out the large window at the maple tree in
all its seasons, listening for the music in the words. I had found a pace, a
beat, and a pitch for this story. The lake country as well as country music
defined The Stone girls. I listened for that thread on every page. My hope is
that when you read this novel, it will sing for you too.
May the music of your own words carry you through.
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