Does giving the narrator of a book told from the third person add or detract from the experience? On one hand it seems like it would make for a more active reading experience. But it also seems like it might take away attention from the story. What is everyones opinion on this?
Like for instance, I am trying to write a book about a womans experience after death. What if I made the narrator the "god" figure that controls the afterlife? So he is an active character in the book, and the narrator. Its just an idea I am toying with. I am also toying with the idea that I dont reveal the narrator until the end.
For instance, and this is very quick and very rough and wont even be part of my book. It is merely for an example. And a bad one at that.
Andrea walked slowly down the cold sidewalk, her gaudy coat dragging along the ground in a most despicable fashion. I felt like personally going down to that very sidewalk and ripping it from her back.
She continued to walk, ignoring my constant presence. She knew I was there, she merely chose to ignore the obvious. Insulting, no matter in which manner you view it. For a master to be ignored by a slave, it was unheard of.
The pedestrian signal changed from the old orange hand to the little white man. Andrea immediately began to walk across, clutching her purse tightly. Apparantly even she was not oblivious to her mounting debt. She crossed the street with little fanfare, flaunting it towards me. Chaos seems to care little for her.
Rough, but you should get the idea.
Like for instance, I am trying to write a book about a womans experience after death. What if I made the narrator the "god" figure that controls the afterlife? So he is an active character in the book, and the narrator. Its just an idea I am toying with. I am also toying with the idea that I dont reveal the narrator until the end.
For instance, and this is very quick and very rough and wont even be part of my book. It is merely for an example. And a bad one at that.
Andrea walked slowly down the cold sidewalk, her gaudy coat dragging along the ground in a most despicable fashion. I felt like personally going down to that very sidewalk and ripping it from her back.
She continued to walk, ignoring my constant presence. She knew I was there, she merely chose to ignore the obvious. Insulting, no matter in which manner you view it. For a master to be ignored by a slave, it was unheard of.
The pedestrian signal changed from the old orange hand to the little white man. Andrea immediately began to walk across, clutching her purse tightly. Apparantly even she was not oblivious to her mounting debt. She crossed the street with little fanfare, flaunting it towards me. Chaos seems to care little for her.
Rough, but you should get the idea.
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