Fly Away Home is written in first-person narrative. It's so much fun to write Mr. Barnett's perspective after having written Callie's. Their voices are so elementally different. Callie's is sassy, sarcastic, insecure, and sweet by turns. Mr. Barnett's is careful, archaic, precise, and laced with dry humor. It's actually a little weird getting this close to Mr. Barnett. Getting into his head, in a way. It makes me feel like somehow I've taken a huge step into his character and that I've burst his personal bubble. Stil....it's pretty amazing....I thought I'd share an excerpt from Mr. Barnett's journal relating to the first time he meets Calida Harper...
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…I rang Mr. Shores of The St. Evan’s Post in the evening. If
the poor fellow smokes—and I believe all of them do—I’m afraid he swallowed his cigar whole when I announced who I
was, and my purpose for calling. It was a one-sided conversation due—I fear—to
the swallowed cigar. I politely informed him that I had an interest in
beginning a small magazine for the families of America, and wondered if his
firm would consider supplying an assistant for me. I had every intention of
suggesting Miss Harper for the job, but when it came down to it, I couldn’t
think of a plausible reason for knowing the girl. It seems she’s an obscurity I
ought to know nothing about. Reminds me of a kitchen drudge in the dungeons of
those great English houses.
By some blessed event, Mr. Shores
agreed to my plan. He shares the desire of all his type to ‘not be taken in’, by
which I understand them to mean they won’t allow themselves to believe in
anything, lest it prove untrue. This trait added the complications of him
doubting my seriousness, doubting I could get the thing together and
doubting—above all—that he could spare anyone to help me.
“Haven’t you any…dispensables?” I
asked. “Anyone just taking up space in the office?”
“Why are you so hot to get
someone from this office, Mr. Barnett?” he asked.
I felt exactly like man clinging
by his fingernails to the edge of a cliff and wishing the rope would come just
a bit closer so he could grab hold of it. I reminded myself I would act in a
similar fashion if put in Mr. Shores’ position. “I take an interest in
underdogs, Mr. Shores,” I said. “Furthermore, I thought it would be an attractive
position for your business. Think of the possibilities, sir. If my magazine
succeeds—and forgive me the vanity, but I am certain it will—The St. Evans Post will
have the dignity of being co-founder.”
He was silent for some moments
before agreeing to my scheme. We set a meeting for three o’clock today, and
that is why—an hour or two ago—I was in a wretched, ninth-floor office meeting
Calida Harper.
The girl reminds me of a yearling
filly—headstrong, calculating, and ready to kick a fellow at the least
provocation. She stared at me as if I was a ghost first, then Winston Churchill,
then a free ticket to Easy Street, then a banana peel in a trash-barrel at the West
End. I am not sure on what footing this puts us. I’m not sure she’s sure. I suppose tomorrow will
tell.
I ask myself what I think of her.
She is beautiful.
“Calida”…“Beautiful warmth”. Which
I must admit is horribly ironic. Miss Harper seems to prefer the cold-shoulder
method of communication. She is a perfect cruet, to pardon an odd expression;
tall, stately, and full of vinegar.
I have so much to do in the next
few days. My yacht will be out of the dry-dock with all repairs finished. I’m
thinking of rechristening her. I shall search around for a good name, and ask
Dirigible to paint over the old one. Sailors say it is bad luck to change a
ship’s name, or to paint her a different color. What a mercy Man has more than
one chance to change his stripes. ‘Give
thanks to the Lord for He is good. His mercy endureth forever.’
9 comments:
That is a great idea... adding his journal entries. Fleshing him out will make for a really good story. Personally I think it would be cool to make the story into a movie. :D Although the picture you put up of him didn't exactly match my mental picture... so I'm recalibrating. ;)
~Stephanie
Have I mentioned before how much I love Mr. Barnett? I have? No matter, it bears repeating. He's pretty much the ideal man, except he's not perfect, which just endears him to me even more. I quite like the idea of adding journal entries, as it gives the reader a window into his thoughts for part of the story. We hear so much of Callie, which is the purpose of the story, of course, but a few scenes from Mr. Barnett's perspective give a bit more roundness to the whole story.
Oh, my goodness, I love your metaphors! Whoever would have thought of comparing someone to a cruet...and yet it works perfectly. Love the line describing how she stared at him, too.
I love your writing style Rachel! That a was fun little excerpt - I like Mr. Barnett more and more every time :D
I love reading this, Rachel! :) It's very interesting reading the story and seeing Callie through someone else's eyes. I don't think I've told you just how much I like Mr. Barnett, I love his dry humor and his kindness and... oh, just everything about him. :)
I think adding some Journal entries from Mr. Barnett's point of view is an excellent idea! You're right, It really does help with character development. Just a couple months ago I was having a difficult time getting the feel of one of my characters and so I decided to write a Journal from hi point of view. It has helped tremendously! Now I want to have a separate Journal for every one of my Characters. ;)
I really love Mr. Barnett's character too, Rachel!! And Gregory Peck as an image of him just makes him all the more endearing!
I love this idea of making journal entries from his point of view... it will give the story a more rounded point of you! I really agree with what Elizabeth Rose and Annie have said all around!
So excited for your next snippet collection. They're so good! God bless.
Joy @ joy-live4jesus.blogspot.com
P.S. I'd love it if you'd come visit my blog sometime. You'd be most welcome :-)
P.S.S. I loved that sentence... " If the poor fellow smokes—and I believe all of them do—I’m afraid he swallowed his cigar whole when I announced who I was, and my purpose for calling. It was a one-sided conversation due—I fear—to the swallowed cigar."
So witty!!
Thank you, everyone. I am glad Mr. Barnett translates well to the blog page, because he holds so much of my heart in his fictional hands that I'd hate it if you hated him. I'm vain that way, I suppose. I want everyone to like Mr. Barnett as much as I like him.
@Joy- sometimes I think Mr. Barnett is witty on his own, without my help. Characters will do that on occasion.
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