'The story I am telling is all imagination. These characters I create never existed outside my own mind.'(John Fowles). Discuss the way in which any two texts studied on the course problematise the process of storytelling and/or the role of the author.

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‘The story I am telling is all imagination. These characters I create never existed outside my own mind.’(John Fowles). Discuss the way in which any two texts studied on the course problematise the process of storytelling and/or the role of the author.

According to Nelson Vieira, John Fowles’ The French Lieutenant’s Woman:

‘falls under the rubric of what is commonly known today as metafiction. Metafictional writers thus operate and function with a freedom of exposing illusion for what it is- a device used to mask narrative as a construct and a figment of one’s imagination.’

 John Fowles has no qualms about admitting that literature is, in fact just an illusion. This is most noticeable in his telling the reader that ‘The story I am telling is all imagination. The characters I create never existed outside my own mind’. It seems then, that John Fowles, in destroying the reader’s illusion, and also destroys the ‘suspension of disbelief necessary in following a story told by an omniscient narrator’ 

Fowles’ destruction of this suspension of disbelief in reminding us of the fictitious nature of all characters and events taking place creates a gulf between himself, or his story, and the reader. To be drawn into the world of fiction, we must feel that it is true, and that we are a part of a real world, and not merely some illusion or magic trick.

It is also impossible for the reader to take ownership of the story when the author is so insistent at writing himself into the novel. Fowles not only intrusively reminds us that he writes a fiction and not a truth, but appears himself in the shape of the man in the railway carriage- we are, however, further confused as to whether,  perhaps, his story is based in reality, as he observes Charles and asks ‘now what could I do with you?’ This brings us to the conclusion that, perhaps, Fowles truly observed a man on a train, and, in doing so, brought the character of Charles, and so the story, into being, and so confuses the story from reality.

It becomes nearly impossible to distinguish reality from the artificial when Fowles suggests that he is perhaps ‘writing a transposed autobiography; perhaps I now live in one of the houses I have brought into the fiction; perhaps Charles is myself disguised.’ We feel that if the author himself cannot decide to which depth his story is, in fact a reality, then we cannot hope to engage with it either as a piece of fiction or a factual document.

Palmer points out that:

Fowles intrudes in chapter thirteen in order to jolt the reader who, reading this seemingly traditional historical novel is becoming too passively comfortable in his over-stuffed arm chair. He wants to start a dialogue with his reader.

Whilst this is indeed most probably, in fact, almost certainly, Fowles’ intention, it does interfere with storytelling. A story is ‘any narrative or tale recounting the sequence of events’, and Fowles’ interruption only interrupts the story, although it may give the reader a more mental exercise. Palmer also claims that Fowles is attempting to ‘free the reader from the traditional role of passive, uninvolved observer’, but one must wonder whether the reader wishes to be so liberated. He certainly does free ‘himself and his characters from the tyrannising roles of the traditional novelist god-character relationship’, but rather than freeing his readership, he has enslaved them. Rather than being at liberty to enjoy the narrative, they are forced into a realisation that the world constructed around them is merely that, a construct.

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However, having forced his reader into a realisation that they have been living in a world of mere make-believe, Fowles taunts his audience, in telling them that ‘my characters still exist, and in a reality no less, or no more real than the one I have just broken.’ Whilst this may seem a confusion, and confusion most certainly is an alienation of the reader, problematising the role of both the author and the story, he is, in fact referring to the ‘reality’ he has just broken, which, as he has just told us, is no reality at all, but a mere ...

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