Now that I've spent most of the day changing the POV of my novel from first person to (more or less) ominiscient, here's what I discovered.
Previously, my narrator might have been taken for a snide elitist, drowning in the bile of obsessive nostalgia. But at least the reader could see this and take everything else he says with that in mind.
Now, it's the author who is the snide elitist. I can just hear an agent or an editor saying: "The author's bilious rants obscure what might otherwise be a smart and entertaining story." (I love to have my conversations beforehand)
At least I've still got the other version. But what are my other options.
I suppose I could take out all the bilious rants, but those were my favorite parts of the book.
Previously, my narrator might have been taken for a snide elitist, drowning in the bile of obsessive nostalgia. But at least the reader could see this and take everything else he says with that in mind.
Now, it's the author who is the snide elitist. I can just hear an agent or an editor saying: "The author's bilious rants obscure what might otherwise be a smart and entertaining story." (I love to have my conversations beforehand)
At least I've still got the other version. But what are my other options.
I suppose I could take out all the bilious rants, but those were my favorite parts of the book.