I love magic tricks.
I love to watch as closely as I can when a magician is performing. I like to see if I can figure out what is going on. I almost never do. Sleight of hand always defeats me, leaving me in awe of the skill on display. I often feel that, even if I gave myself heaps of practice, I'd never be able to repeat such clever tricks myself.
One of the tricks I really like is the "pulling away the table cloth" trick. You know the one where the magician pulls away the table cloth in one clean sweep, leaving everything on the table (particularly the precarious stuff like fully laden glasses sitting atop high platters) completely unmoved. I know, you could possibly say this isn't exactly a magic trick, but it's still especially skillful, and it's not something I could ever repeat myself.
But there is one way that I can emulate this.
I like to think that in some ways, writing compares to the tricks of a magician. We have our own kind of sleight of hand, even though it's more about the tricks we play with words. And I even like to think I have my own version of the "pulling away the table cloth" trick.
I suppose it's about playing tricks with readers' expectations. Get them thinking in a particular way, and then, with one quick movement, revealing something that throws everything in a completely opposite direction. By the time the trick is performed, those readers are a bit like the glasses sitting on the table. Just as the glasses have suddenly discovered there is no longer a table cloth underneath them, so the readers will see that the assumptions they made about the characters or the story have turned out to be completely unsound.
Whenever I finish a new story, I'm never quite sure if I've been successful or not at performing this trick, but it's a nice thing to aspire to. It means I'm always thinking, "How can I surprise my readers and challenge their expectations?" And that, to me, is one of the greatest things about being a writer.
I love to watch as closely as I can when a magician is performing. I like to see if I can figure out what is going on. I almost never do. Sleight of hand always defeats me, leaving me in awe of the skill on display. I often feel that, even if I gave myself heaps of practice, I'd never be able to repeat such clever tricks myself.
One of the tricks I really like is the "pulling away the table cloth" trick. You know the one where the magician pulls away the table cloth in one clean sweep, leaving everything on the table (particularly the precarious stuff like fully laden glasses sitting atop high platters) completely unmoved. I know, you could possibly say this isn't exactly a magic trick, but it's still especially skillful, and it's not something I could ever repeat myself.
But there is one way that I can emulate this.
I like to think that in some ways, writing compares to the tricks of a magician. We have our own kind of sleight of hand, even though it's more about the tricks we play with words. And I even like to think I have my own version of the "pulling away the table cloth" trick.
I suppose it's about playing tricks with readers' expectations. Get them thinking in a particular way, and then, with one quick movement, revealing something that throws everything in a completely opposite direction. By the time the trick is performed, those readers are a bit like the glasses sitting on the table. Just as the glasses have suddenly discovered there is no longer a table cloth underneath them, so the readers will see that the assumptions they made about the characters or the story have turned out to be completely unsound.
Whenever I finish a new story, I'm never quite sure if I've been successful or not at performing this trick, but it's a nice thing to aspire to. It means I'm always thinking, "How can I surprise my readers and challenge their expectations?" And that, to me, is one of the greatest things about being a writer.
