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Framed narratives
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To take the first of these issues first: in some instances the crux,
or the truth, governing the plot might be there, but in order to
reach it we as readers are required to first read a series of
preliminary notes, or “frames”. These might take the form of a
preface, introductory letter, or opening note about how the narrator
came to be in possession of the story we are about to read.
Consider the following example from Jonathan Swift’s 1726
novel Gulliver’s Travels, where the so-called “publisher” introduces
Gulliver’s account of his travels, and offers a veneer of authenticity
to the rest of the text:
Other frames, on the other hand, have many more layers, and are
much more complicated. A famous example of this is Mary
Shelley’s 1818 novel Frankenstein. This novel is entirely made up of
letters written by someone called Robert Walton to his sister.
Within these letters, the story of a secondary narrator, that of
Victor Frankenstein, is embedded. And within that account from
Victor, we hear a series of other stories, not least that told by
Victor Frankenstein’s monster.
A little later, when Marlow begins to tell his story, the narrator
remarks rather wearily that “we knew we were fated, before the
ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow’s inconclusive
experiences”. Given the rather fed-up tone of the narrator’s
introduction, there may be reasons to question the accuracy of
what he reports of Marlow’s story.
Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would
look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose
myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were
many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked
particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that), I would put
my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there. The North
Pole was one of these places, I remember. Well, I haven’t been
there yet, and shall not try now. The glamour’s off. Other places
were scattered about the Equator, and in every sort of latitude
over the two hemispheres. I have been in some of them, and . . .
well, we won’t talk about that. But there was one yet – the biggest,
the most blank, so to speak – that I had a hankering after.
There are even moments when he admits to lies that he had told
to protect the appalling Kurtz and his reputation, thereby
cementing this impression of untrustworthiness, and further
suggesting that his value system must be flawed if he is intent on
protecting such an individual.
It is often the case that the narrator is unreliable when the plot is
being communicated to us by a character who feels obliged to
explain or excuse their own past behaviour.
Narrative perspective
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There is one final thing to consider in this context: the voice,
or perspective narrating the events of the novel. Because
sometimes the narration, while appearing to be from a third-
person viewpoint (an omniscient narrator, in other words), in
fact adopts the mind-style, or verbal tics, of a particular
character. But the third-person narrator’s authority is never
entirely relinquished; the character’s voice doesn’t take over,
but is instead filtered, or mediated, through the narrator. The
opening few lines of Mrs Dalloway are sufficient to
demonstrate this:
Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. For Lucy
had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their
hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men would be coming.
Girl is told from the first-person point of view of one of these girls.
The novel opens with Maryam, as we later discover she is called,
recalling the night of the kidnapping - “that first awful night, when I
and my friends were snatched from the school”. Maryam goes on
to recount her experiences in the Boko Haram compound, where
she is gang raped, married, and has a child. The novel also details
Maryam’s subsequent escape, and battle to readjust to life with
her family and to protect her child. As if to mirror the trauma
undergone by Maryam, the novel is non-chronological and skips
between the present of Maryam’s life after her escape from her
captors, and the past of both her time in the compound and her
memories of her life before her abduction.
She cries from the pit of her empty belly, hoarse savage cries and
I say to her, ‘You have no name and no father.’ I bark at her.
Sometimes I want to kill her. My breasts are the size of egg cups
and she is tugging at the nipples, as if she too wants to kill me. We
search for a well, because the water in the ditches is brown and
muddy. It tastes foul. We drink the clear water in the cavity of the
big rocks. I cup my hands in it and she laps it up eagerly, swallows
it, as if she might choke. Those are our moments of grace, fresh
water, a little reprieve from thirst and hopelessness. I have no
notion of what day it is, or what month, or what year. All I know is
that the air is scudded with sand, sand blowing in from the Sahel,
that scrapes our eyes and half blinds us.
Note the urgency of this scene, with its clipped language and short
sentences, and the depiction of extreme hunger, thirst, dejection
and fear. In contrast to some of the examples of frame narratives
and flashbacks from earlier steps, Maryam’s is not an authoritative
fixed narrative voice. She does not know “what day it is, or what
month, or what year”, and is unable (or unwilling) to relate certain
information. How this diary-keeping schoolgirl became unmoored
from her previous life, and immersed in a new hellish present, is
the subject of the following chapters.
Sentence structure
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Men are shouting at me. There are two of them in baggy military
attire, hoisting their guns. One fires into the air, so that the birds fly
out in a frenzy. There is the sudden flapping of wings, birds not
knowing what direction to take and the lower branches swirling
violently. The hush of dawn is broken. The second one takes
phones from his pockets, and untangles the various cords.
Narrative voice
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I had been given a new purple dress with a purple lining to hide
with ghastly gore within and also a matching veil. Mama had a
flowered dress with wisps of gold that hung from the seams and
trembled when she moved. Her hair was perfectly braided, in a
salon where they also bathed her feet in a basin of whirling water.
She was still cold with me, and far friendlier to those around her
who were praising her courage and faith.
There are several things to note in this passage. Consider how the
outward appearance of physical wellbeing presented by Maryam
and her mother is undercut by the description of Maryam’s “gore
within” and her mother’s coldness towards her. This both suggests
the long-term mental effects of Maryam’s captivity - for her, as well
as for those around her - and indicates that her return to safety will
come with its own problems and sadnesses. The repeated
injunction from the president’s aide that Maryam is to say “nothing
negative” indicates the inability, or unwillingness, of the adults
around Maryam to hear anything about her experiences in the
Jihadi camp. Just as the first sentence of the novel emphasised
Maryam’s loss of girlhood, these details draw our attention to the
weight of experience borne by the kidnapped girls - and the
relative innocence of the adults around them.
Limited information
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Sun beats down on stark white buildings, their black gates ablaze
with spears of gold. Watchmen sit under the shade of the trees,
chatting with policemen who stroll around. Other policemen stand
in narrow white booths, directing traffic and stopping cars. Our car
is waved on, because of a military flag attached to the side of the
bonnet.