I posted over on Novel Rocket today on what readers want when they read fiction. Or at least, I told what I want.
I tried to make a case for characters. I don’t care if you put in a message or not. I want to find friends when I read novels. I want to experience life with others. I want to share in their hurts and their triumphs. I want to be moved emotionally when I read fiction.
That said, I believe the best novels convey a message. Putting in a message is dangerous, though, because you’re going to offend readers who disagree with you.
I’ve been mulling this over all week and I have concluded that I am not completely put out with all messages I disagree with. The ones that really throw me and make me unwilling to buy more books from a particular author are the messages that are embraced or delivered by characters I love. I want the characters I love to come to the truth. This means the best writers—the ones with the skill to make me love their characters—are in the most danger of offending me to the point of no return.
I read Katherine Paterson’s Bridge to Terabithia and I’ve never read another of her books? Why?
SPOILER ALERT. IF YOU HAVEN’T YET READ THIS EXCELLENT BOOK, STOP HERE, BECAUSE WHAT FOLLOWS IN THIS POST WILL RUIN THE BOOK FOR YOU.
Why haven’t I read any more Paterson books?
Because she’s such a good writer, and she made me fall in love a girl who later dies and who, as far I could know, was in hell.
I could have accepted that. Girls who reject Christ do die. I don’t worry about whether they are in heaven of hell. I trust God to do right. But the message that the main character came away with was that “God don’t send little girls to hell.”
Believing that God does right and believing that little girls don’t go to hell are two very different things. I hated Bridge to Terabithia not because I hate people who hold to an “age of accountability” in their view of salvation. I have Christian friends who share Paterson’s views on that. I have friends (and family members) who go even further and believe that no one goes to hell. They don’t believe in hell at all. I don’t hate these people. But I hated the book because Paterson moved me emotionally, made me love her characters, and then she tried to comfort me by asking me to believe something I see as contrary to Scripture.
The contention that children don’t go to hell couldn’t comfort me because I didn’t believe it. So I was left bleeding at the end of the novel and there was no balm for me.
If Jess’s father had said to him, “You don’t need to worry about where your friend is because God is wiser than you are and he’s more loving than you are and you can trust him to take care of this properly,” I’d have been an undying Paterson fan.
If the snotty six-year-old had said, “You should have preached the gospel to her when she wrote Jesus off as a lovely make-believe character in a storybook, but you didn’t and now she’s burning in hell and you have to bear some responsibility, but even this can be forgiven in Christ.” I wouldn’t have loved the story, but I would have tried at least one more Paterson book, probably.
END SPOILER ALERT
Paterson couldn’t write the story my way, because she doesn’t believe what I believe about God and salvation. She did the right thing, writing the story her way, of course. It’s all we can do—preach what we beleive. But what struck me this week was that her heart-wrenching story didn’t change my mind on this issue.
Is that because novels are unable to change minds, though?
At first I thought that novels can powerfully teach me about things I haven’t thought through before or they can take what I already believe and move it powerfully from my head to my heart, but they aren’t able to take what I believe in my head (about deep spiritual things) and change it from one thing to another. It takes Scripture to change my beliefs.
But I think there’s a little more to it than that. I think that truth is still truth, be it in a novel or in a nonfiction book or on a blog, and truth can change minds and hearts and lives.
What do you think? Are novels a good place to teach the truth? What turns you off to novels you read (besides poor quality of writing, I mean)? Are there authors you won’t read because their beliefs along religious or political lines bother you so much?
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What is it that boys like about the books, though? Why did my own son stay with them for six volumes? The only thing I could think of is that the titles and covers appealed to his love of all things dark and gruesome.

