Cursing, Sex & Violence
This is one of Those Posts. A post by association. A post sparked by other posts on both sides of a philosophical chasm: a schism that divides Authors Who Use Expletives from Those Who Disapprove. It's also a post likely to be filled with capital letters, as I am feeling the need to Express Myself in Titles. I could also call this A Few Choice Words About Choice Words, or, What the Fuck, Over?
Oh, my stars and garters! Look at what I did, there. I used an expletive, right out in the open, without hardly any warning. Somewhere a reader is reaching for smelling salts. Feeling a little green around the gills. Sighing in disappointment over my uncouth, ignorant word choice. Preparing an internet rant about Youth Today or the Certain Downfall of Civilization As We Know It.
#SorryNotSorry. That's the meme shorthand for my response to that reader's reaction. Keep away from my stories, that's all I can say. If one little f-bomb causes such dismay, then descriptions of rape, torture, and consensual sex might cause heart palpitations. Those topics inevitably come up in discussions about expletives. It's the slippery slope of writing. First there's cussing, then there's fucking, then it's Murdertown USA.
I'm a reader as well as a writer. I understand the shock of crashing hard into elements that disgust or offend. I've felt it. Certain things offend me. Others repel me. Difference is, I don't hold the Art or the Artist at fault for that shock. I reserve the right to judge it for those qualities, and I respect the right of any reader to dismiss my work on point. I reject utterly the idea that there's an inherent fault to presenting those elements for consumption.
There's a movement growing, to label books the way visual narratives like television and video games are. I see the value in disclaimers that parents might feel a story is unsuitable for children of a certain age, trigger bad reactions in trauma victims, or alarm those with certain cultural sensibilities. The movement wants to go much further than that. People need to know what to avoid. Potential readers need to know everything. That's the idea.
It could be done. There are existing conventions that could be more broadly adopted. Fan fiction has a working system of category and content labels that alert people to uncomfortable topics. Most online sales venues already provide rudimentary genre categorizations, allow for flagging for "Adult Content," and for assigning age ranges. Those systems could certainly be expanded and their use made mandatory.
The complexity of prose makes such labels an awkward fit at best, and absurd at worst. The fan-fiction labeling system is tremendously unwieldy. It also developed within a community of shared assumptions and collective experience that does not transfer to the wider world. Retail divisions of genre already fail every test of descriptive inclusiveness. Age ranges and minimums are fundamentally restrictive and arbitrary. To adequately address all possible issues, many books would need such comprehensive checklists of plot elements and character behaviors that they might as well have the header SPOILER ALERT written across the top.
Is a bad system better than no system? Hardly ever. I am a data junkie, so I'm all about informed consumption. I still think it's unwise to expect labels to give more than a general warning. A proper vector for transmitting relevant information about a book's content already exists: recommendations reviews, product descriptions, and a sampling of the text. Informed readers inform themselves.
I don't pull punches in my product descriptions. My books are marketed to adults, and they contain nothing more graphic than can be found on any premium cable channel during prime time. My choices in language, in descriptive wording and depth of detail -- they're within the bounds of the norm--and yet. And yet. I'm sure I've shocked and disturbed a few. As I grow and push my limits as a writer I am quite certain I'll disturb more. (Why yes, since you haven't asked--I am exploring the realm of explicit erotic writing. Why? Why not? It's relevant to a specific story. It's human. And hell, yes, it's fun.)
There is no singular solution for this issue. Here's another handy meme shorthand: #YMMV. Your Mileage May Vary. Those who expect absolute adherence to any guideline, those who make sweeping declarations about propriety, those who insist on The One Right An Proper Way--they are dangerous. Beware those who state unequivocally that sex, violence or bad language should be employed in any one way, from explicit to absent. Beware those who believe that a label should do the job of informed research. Better yet, be brave and tell them they're wrong. Seriously. Wrong.
Regular and exhaustive self-evaluation is a critical skill for any creator. Everyone makes assumptions. We all have biases. I have ask myself a lot of questions, and I ask them over and over, because I am not the person today I was a year ago, and in a day, a month, a decade, I will change again. That's the human condition.
Should I be using expletives in my literary work? Should I write about sex? Rape? Murder? Is explicit description and harsh language the literary equivalent of spitting on the floor indoors? Is it a zest for realism or intellectual laziness? Is it like burning the bottom of a pot of custard--where one hint of char ruins the whole batch? Or is it more like using fresh herbs instead of dry in a recipe--a choice resulting in sharper, deeper flavors? Is it principle or preference?
Yeah, I ask a lot of questions. Here's the answer to these. Shit, yes, I will write about tits and dicks and flesh fucking--and about how hatred and pain can eat someone alive, about hands pulling out guts by the foot and what skin sounds like, being ripped from the muscle beneath. That's what I do. I put life into words, and those are all real words. Real experiences.
This is one of those perennial arguments that can have no winners, only losers. Everyone's threshold for offense is different. I do not set out to offend, when I write, but I accept that I inevitably will do so. That makes my writing neither better nor worse. It only means the art is alive.
|To end on a cheery note, here is dancing baby Groot. You're welcome.|