Ever since I started writing as a kid, unusual things have happened in my well-grounded stories. A man named Harold sprouted a flower on his head. A line of seemingly nonsensical text became a secret code (“Tulips are on sale in Kanagawa—the place.”). A tree grew in a girl’s innards after her father fed her a cherry stone. A rabble of butterflies inspired a lusty softening of the heart. And in my latest novel, The Art of Floating, it’s not quite clear whether a mysterious man who just walked out of the sea is alien, fish, or lost soul.
Early on, friends and family dubbed my work “the odd stuff Kristin writes,” and it wasn’t until a literature class in college that I realized there was a name for it—magic realism—and that an honorable lineage of writers had been writing such “odd stuff” for years. Brilliant authors like Gabriel García Márquez, whose One Hundred Years of Solitude introduced the world to the fictional town of Macondo and generations of the Buendía family, whose lives are touched again and again by unusual and magical occurrences; Audrey Niffenegger, whose much more recent The Time Traveler’s Wife makes you believe in the possibility of tumbling through time, as well as extraordinary love; the venerable Toni Morrison, who summoned the ghost of Sethe’s child in Beloved; and Japanese author Haruki Murakami, whose 1Q84 commingles two representations of the same world so adeptly that you end up saying, “Wait, wait, back up! What is real here?” for more than a thousand pages.
German art critic Franz Roh coined the term magical realism in a 1925 essay and subsequent art book Nach Expressionismus: Magischer Realismus: Probleme der neuesten europäischen Malerei (After Expressionism: Magical Realism: Problems of the newest European painting). While he initially used the term to describe an artistic shift from abstraction to figural representation, the meaning grew muddy and controversial, and, soon after, the term fell out of fashion in the art world—as things tend to do. Sometime in the 1960s, when literary folks needed an appropriate descriptor for One Hundred Years of Solitude, the term magic realism was resurrected and reshaped by the literary community. “How else,” they likely argued over whiskey and beer, “can we describe a novel that so stunningly straddles the magical and the realistic—a novel in which Remedios the Beauty ascends into the sky while folding a sheet, and Melquíades, the gypsy, dies not once but twice?”
In this case, the term stuck. But what magic realism really is, what defines the genre, and just who the heck’s work gets to be categorized as magically realistic has become one of the hottest debates in the literary community. Highbrow purists with fists in the air argue that only Latin American authors write authentic literature in this genre. Hybrids argue that magic realism crosses all borders and boundaries, and that it’s more about the characteristics of the story than the place from which the author hails.
Because this debate tends to get bloody depending on the parties involved, I advise writers drawn to this magnificent genre to steer clear of the whole damn conversation and accept that, while magic realism may (or may not) have been birthed in Latin America, it has evolved and migrated. Stick to the writing and the ongoing development of your craft. After all, while the debate rages on, writers continue to create intoxicating stories that fall into the magically realistic genre. Just take a look at Sarah Addison Allen’s The Girl Who Chased the Moon and Eowyn Ivey’s The Snow Child.
Once again, a magically realistic story is one that is deeply grounded in a realistic place and situation but in which odd, unusual, and magical events occur. While reading such a tale, you may never be 100 percent sure what is real and what is not. It’s a bit like looking at one of those images that occasionally trends on Facebook in which the first time you glance at the image you see a sheep, but if you stare and let your eyes go soft, you see an alien.
Glance: sheep.
Stare and soften: alien.
The complete image is made up of the two smaller images, but they’re so artistically blended that you’re never truly sure what you “should” see. And, in fact, there is no image that you “should” see because the story—if well crafted—is a perfectly balanced combination of the two.
One thing that writers do need to keep in mind—and one thing over which critics do not draw blood—is that magic realism is not the same as science fiction or fantasy. While these three genres share certain qualities, they differ greatly. In science fiction and fantasy, the line between what is real and what is magical or mystical is clear and distinct; in magic realism, it’s fuzzy. In science fiction and fantasy, new worlds are often created; in magic realism, it’s the same old world with interesting nuances. Science fiction and fantasy are often escapist; magic realism rarely is. And in science fiction and fantasy, rational explanations are provided for unusual occurrences. Do not expect an explanation in a magically realistic story. Things just are.
Before you set out to write your magically realistic tale, consider the nuts and bolts of the genre.
Ever since I began writing, I’ve been a collector. Not of things—shells, stamps, figurines, stuffed monkeys, autographs, etc.—but of possibilities. Odd happenings and images from around the world and in my dreams that could—and often do—make their way into my writing. While many might be considered mundane observances, paired with the right character in the right situation, I know they’ll make terrifically fantastic occurrences.
In recent years, these possibilities have included a giant eyeball that washed up on a beach in Florida; thousands of rotten pigs floating down the Huangpu River in Shanghai; an Arctic flower that was regenerated after thirty-two thousand years of dormancy in a squirrel’s burrow; 7,700 people who were sterilized against their will between 1933 and 1977 as an experiment in genetic engineering; a man who sells the moon; the death of the world’s tallest woman in China’s Anhui province; a house with ladders between floors that I dream about every few months; and many more.
Although sometimes I’m tempted to save every odd, quirky bit that comes my way, I’ve trained myself to save only those snippets that cause a thump somewhere in my soul. Those are the bits that stick … the pieces that resonate with me as an artist.
If collecting possibilities doesn’t come naturally to you, here are three surefire ways to happen upon interesting stuff:
When something does resonate with you, be sure to record and store it. If you don’t, you’ll lose track and forget all about it. How and where you record and store your possibilities will depend on your organizational style. As an Evernote devotee, I save everything that piques my interest to a folder in my Evernote account labeled “Possibilities.” I’ve also been journaling since I was eight and blogging since 2006. When I’m deep into a novel, I’m constantly pulling out old journals, rereading past blog entries, and, yes, accessing my “Possibilities” folder.
Your first hurdle will likely be figuring out how to let your readers know that they’re reading a magically realistic story. Different authors handle this in different ways. In the first pages of 1Q84, the taxi driver tells Aomame, “[P]lease remember: things are not what they seem.” And while he is talking directly to her, he’s also talking to readers. In The Time Traveler’s Wife, Clare and Henry simply talk about Henry’s time travel capability as if it’s the most normal thing on earth.
Once you’ve handled that hurdle, resist the urge to plunk in fantastical elements. Instead, imbue. The less you jar readers from the streamline of the story, the more trust they will place in you. The last thing you want as a writer is for your reader to get to a fantastical element, feel like it’s a fake, and say, “No way. That could never happen.”
As you set off on this journey to write a magically realistic story, the most important question you must ask yourself is not “How do I introduce magic into this story?” or “Can my setting support surrealistic elements?” but instead “What is possible in this world?” You must be able to imagine something happening in the world beyond what most people see. To this end, I encourage you to look under the rug, listen beneath the sound of the wave, peer beyond the solid figure that blots out the sun, and ask yourself again and again, “What is possible in this world?”
Then pick up your pen.
Kristin Bair O’Keeffe is the author of the novels The Art of Floating and Thirsty, as well as essays about China, bears, adoption, off-the-plot expats, and more. Her work has appeared in numerous magazines and journals, including The Manifest-Station, Flyway: Journal of Writing and Environment, The Gettysburg Review, The Baltimore Review, The Christian Science Monitor, Poets & Writers Magazine, Writer’s Digest, and other publications. As a writing instructor, her peripatetic nature has landed her in classrooms and conferences around the world. A native Pittsburgher, Kristin now lives north of Boston with her husband and two kiddos. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram: @kbairokeeffe.
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