Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Remember When . . . History Came Alive
I'm a historical fiction writer--and a historical fiction reader. I have always loved to learn history (or reinforce it) through a fictional story. For me, for my mind, that makes facts stick in ways that an article or non-fiction book seldom make it do. It makes it come alive. It makes it walk and breathe.
Over the weekend, I was hanging out with my family and with a man named Sascha--back in 1993, he came here from Germany for a year and stayed with my family as a foreign exchange student. We've seen him several times since, but the last was, for me, 16 years ago, when he came in for my high school graduation and stayed in for my sister's wedding in July, traveling with friends for the weeks in between. Last year in May, he got married in Palermo, and my parents went to the wedding. Now he and his new bride came for a visit here.
And those are just a few examples from dinner. Over the course of the weekend, various conversations also touched on the Baptist movement in Sweden (Gathered Waters by Cara Luecht), the Iconoclastic Fury in Holland (The Sound of Diamonds by Rachelle Rea), WWII in Holland (The Winged Watchman by Hilda van Stockum).
It's possible I talk about history more than the average person, LOL--it's one of my passions, it's what my writing involves, plus I homeschool my kids, so I'm reading it with them every day. But it's history that I remember so well because of story. History that's real to me because characters have made it so. History I rarely forget, because those stories have become a part of my heart, a part of my life.
I'm always baffled by people who don't read fiction. Or, no--I understand those who just aren't inclined toward it, whose minds work differently than mine. What I don't understand are people who scoff at those of us who do enjoy fiction, especially genre fiction. Who deem it stupid or foolish or a waste of time, who call it "not real literature" and feel so superior because they only read non-fiction or so-called "literary" works.
To me, it's the difference between a line drawing and a realistic painting. Between an indistinct statue and animatronics. To me, a compelling story makes what was real come to life again.
And so, whenever I come across those scoffers, I just smile. And I talk about whatever subject they're talking about, the things I've learned about it . . . and the stories that brought it to life. I don't ever apologize. I don't really argue. I just prove the point. Yes, I write romance--and there are a ton of scoffers over that. I write historical romance. I read fiction of every genre and variety. Non-fiction when I must, to research, but it's usually what I can weave into my story that I really remember. And I can talk intelligently. I know things they don't, and I'm excited learn things I didn't already. I can challenge them, and accept challenges in return.
And for me, it's all thanks to fiction.