Another editor here at the paper wants to know if I consider writing a
science or an art. He's compiling a booklet on the subject for young
writers, and would like me to contribute a chapter, maybe offer some
practical suggestions. Glad to, I say. Writing about writing is so much
easier than writing.
My take on his question: Writing is an art.
It's can also be an obsession. The shrinks have a term for it, Writing
Behavior. H.L. Mencken, who knew writers well, offered his own diagnosis. He
said "an author, like any other so-called artist, is a man in whom the
normal vanity of all men is so vastly exaggerated that he finds it a sheer
impossibility to hold it in. His overpowering impulse is to gyrate before
his fellow men, flapping his wings and emitting defiant yells. This being
forbidden by the police of all civilized countries, he takes it out by
putting his yells on paper. Such is the thing called self-expression."
Surely that's only part of it. There is something more, some unattainable
goal that would move a writer to put down words even if he had to publish
anonymously. Or not be published at all. Call it a compulsion.
Flaubert said it: "Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap out
tunes for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the
stars."
That mysterious longing is what makes writing an art, not a science. Yes, it
does require some knowledge of the basics of the language - grammar, syntax,
the rules and regulations. But language is not just grammar, as the road is
not just the map. A racecar driver needs to know automotive mechanics, but
it's the driving that's the art, and takes guts.
Something magical can happen on occasion: The words use the writer as their
instrument instead of the other way 'round. The writer becomes a kind of
amanuensis, and the words fall into perfect place of their own accord. Call
it a compulsion.
As for practical suggestions, here are a few, most of them highly
unoriginal:
-Spare us that bane of journalism, Fine Writing - capital F, capital W.
Oh-so-fine writing seems a particular vice of the young writer, who tends to
serve whipped-cream, cherry-on-top concoctions in place of simple prose,
which of course isn't at all simple to produce.
-An old rule: When you think you've written some especially fine line,
strike it. If you think it's Faulkner, it's probably not. Flannery O'Connor
had the right idea: When the Dixie Limited comes roaring through, get off
the track to a nice, safe siding. Leave the Faulknerian style to Faulkner;
he could handle it.