I’m a big fan of first person novels. Though it seems hard for a writer to break into the market unless we have a story with two or more points of view.
Still, many first person stories receive literary acclaim. Steven James has won several Christys for his books. She Walks in Beauty by Siri Mitchell, and Robin Jones Gunn’s Sisterchicks Go Brit are excellent examples of first person.
There is such emotional depth in first person. And that’s what it’s all about-feeling the emotion that comes through the language, the tone of that one inner voice.
So how can we write a multiple POV story to satisfy the market as a writer breaking in, and with the same emotional depth of first person? I discovered that by using close POV we can reveal that intense sense of oneness with our characters.
One thing my critique partner reminds me of at the beginning of each new scene is to make it clear as soon as possible whose POV we’re in.
Go as deep as first person by using that POV’s language. If that character has a particular style to their thinking, use it to frame the action they see around them. The wonderful thing about fiction is we write inner dialogue the same way we think. Sentence fragments. Thought fragments. And with each tiny physical cue, voila, we’re in that POV’s skin.
In writing Shadowed in Silk, I enjoyed the scenes for my Indian characters. I felt as though I stood in their saris and sandals by capturing their inner thoughts in the rhythm of their Indian-accented English. Here’s an example in the scene where my Indian character, Miriam, is dying.
A bubbling noise came from the back of Miriam’s throat, and she tried to speak. “Bring healing . . .”
She felt Eshana’s tears drop onto her face and tried to lift her hand in the direction of the mission, but it landed in the dust. Her sight dimmed and died as the stench of burnt gun powder lay like a cloud over all. Brightness penetrated her closed eyelids. The pain in her chest began to lessen and leave. Scents of blossoms infused the air, orange, almond, roses, jasmine. She no longer felt Eshana’s arms around her.
Miriam opened her eyes. A man walked toward her from the far side of the bagh. A soldier? He was not dressed in khaki or like a British civilian, but robed like any man of the east in clean, flowing white, the sun flashing behind his head. He walked among the bodies and those clinging to life. He touched many with his hands, his face heavy with sorrow.
He stopped, and his searching gaze found her. He smiled, and she understood that sense of love and joy she had felt earlier. A cooling breeze entered the grounds, and rose petals danced a wild, joyful dervish upon it.
He beckoned to her with his open hands–hands that bore scars of their own.
Christine Lindsay’s historical inspirational SHADOWED IN SILK won the Gold Genesis in 2009, and is the January 2012 pick for ACFW Book Club. The Pacific coast of Canada, about 200 miles north of Seattle, is Christine’s home. Like a lot of writers, her cat is her chief editor.
Lovely, Christine. You do the close third person really well. And I always love your descriptions.
As you know, my first novel is in first person. I really enjoy taking a journey with one character and getting to know them inside and out.
Beautiful scene, Christine. Your close third person makes me feel I am seeing Christ myself.
Hi Leanne, I do love a first person novel, and thanks Dina for your encouragement as always. You are also an expert at Close Third Person POV.