Writing technique: Ironic juxtaposition I was flipping through “Madame Bovary”, written by Gustave Flaubert, when something struck me about a particular dialog. Rodolphe, a confirmed cad and runner-after-women is trying to seduce the pretty and bored wife of a country doctor, Emma. The venue is an agricultural fair, and I am struck by how Flaubert…
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite, letting my characters do all the dirty work, the rants and so on.
But, like my writing teacher says, when I am writing, I am acting out the part of someone else.
Does it really matter where I get the dialogs and emotions from? Nah.
I have been writing in my older posts that I have shifted to a new country, but the important bit also is that I have shifted to a new home.
Writing, blogging, browsing, all of these had just disappeared from my life for about a little more than a month. It seemed like ages.
Yesterday, a tall, wiry guy came in, and within half an hour, turned my life to normal. Oh, the joys of a continuous, fast internet connection!