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The Monday Morning Memo

The Storyteller’s Art

May 5, 2014

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Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I’ve come to learn, is women.

I borrowed that sentence from Charles Johnson, a storyteller who begins his tale, Middle Passage, with that line. I chose not to enclose it in quotation marks because I didn’t want to alert you to the fact that misdirection was about to slap your cheek.

Quotation marks do that, you know. They are animated bookends that wave like semiphore flags, shouting, “These words are special.”

Misdirection is half the storyteller’s art.

“Justice?— You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.”1

The other half is resolution: We are surprised to learn that women are a disaster. But after a moment’s reflection, we are not. We are surprised to learn the law is not just. But after a moment’s reflection, we are not.

“Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.”2

We are surprised to learn that a woman can turn into the wrong person. But after a moment’s reflection, we are not.

Every magician depends on misdirection and resolution.

The comedian is a magician of laughter. The greater his misdirection, the greater the orgasm of laughter at the punch line, that moment of resolution when it all comes together.

The storyteller is a magician whose stage is the page. Words are the top hat from which he extracts his rabbits and the endless handkerchief he pulls from his sleeve. They are the handsaw he uses to cut the pretty girl in half and the wheels he uses to roll those halves together again.

A great communicator says things plainly and brings clarity to the mind. This is difficult. But it is not magic.

A storyteller turns the heart this way and that, showing it things it has never seen, things that have not yet happened, things that never will, using misdirection and resolution over and over, touching you in places you didn’t even know were there.

Every business, every person, has a story to tell. You know this, of course.

But now you face a difficult choice: Will you speak clearly and win the mind? Or will you speak magically and win the heart?

Roy H. Williams

1 William Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own (1994)

2 Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001)


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“When his mother lit the candles she would move her two arms slowly toward her, dragging them through the air, as though persuading people whose minds were half made up. And her eyes would get glassy with tears. Even when his father was alive Ozzie remembered that her eyes had gotten glassy, so it didn’t have anything to do with his dying. It had something to do with lighting the candles.

As she touched the flaming match to the unlit wick of a Sabbath candle, the phone rang, and Ozzie, standing only a foot from it, plucked it off the receiver and held it muffled to his chest. When his mother lit candles Ozzie felt there should be no noise; even breathing, if you could manage it, should be softened. Ozzie pressed the phone to his breast and watched his mother dragging whatever she was dragging, and he felt his own eyes get glassy. His mother was a round, tired, gray-haired penguin of a woman whose gray skin had begun to feel the tug of gravity and the weight of her own history. Even when she was dressed up she didn’t look like a chosen person. But when she lit the candles she looked like something better; like a woman who momentarily knew that God could do anything.”

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