So tonight, I went with my family to see The Three Musketeers put on by my high school. I have to tell you, it was quite amazing. It was a side of my friends I'd never seen; I really felt like I knew the characters, and there were a couple moments during which I shed a tear--especially during Constance's death scene. And it reminded me . . . as I haven't been to a live theater performance for a while . . . how we've all become so blase about our stories. When we watch a movie, it's the perfect cut every time; it's the same exact motions/emotions every time; there is a distance between the audience and the actors; you see, most of the actors live a thousand miles away. I was reminded of the power of story.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE books. But there's something so captivating--so intriguing about live theater. It's different every time; you're engaged physically with the story; when the actor cries, you feel like crying along because you are there with them. If you haven't been to a play or a musical recently, I encourage you to go. Even if it's high school level. Because as was proven tonight, there are some pretty talented teenagers in the world.
Also, I was reminded of the phrase "the plot thickens." I think that in today's world, where we are constantly bombarded with story after story, the craft of "good story" seems to have lost its way, and none of us quite no where to find it. Indeed, if it is found, it takes many, many years of diligent searching. The play was written by Ken Ludwig, but the original French novel was written, as we know, by Alexander Dumas. As brilliant a writer as Victor Hugo (I've noticed this attribute in his novels as well), Alexander Dumas is able to one by one, lay strands of tension down, in perfect order. Not only are they placed in perfect order, but the characters and events are such that you know--you know it could have been done no other way. And yet, as you watch, some strands are tightened, some are broken; some are entangled so much with the others, you're at the edge of your seat (or page) wondering what to do. And even then you scream, "How did this even happen in the first place!" The plot seems entirely original, though you know parts of it have been done before. The characters are dimensional and inseparable from the plot. You sit there in awe, wondering how anyone could be this brilliant. And there aren't even any explosions! How is this possible?! If you've ever experienced "good story," you know what I'm talking about. And in that moment, "the plot thickens" doesn't seem to satisfy the sensation.
I can only hope to be near this good in twenty years. I'm practicing. I know one day I'll get there.
That's all for tonight! Sorry it's done so late, but you know, with school and all . . . hard to find time to write, let alone blog. ;) I hope that if you'll have something to say, you'll comment. Let me know what you want on this blog. Also, what do y'all think of a write-athon? Perhaps, if I get enough of a following, we'll host one. :D You guys are the best. I'll see you on Titansday!
Question of the day: On any given day, which do you prefer--steak or chicken?
Signing off,
Jared
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