Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Another little bugaboo of mine.
You know you’re a serious novelist when you’re permitted, without critics attacking (or agents rejecting), to present your dialogue like this:
–It looks like your fly is open.
–My eyes are up here.
–I guess you think you’re pretty special, don’t you. You and your magenta underpants.
–Did I tell you my mom died?
–Oh God. I’m sorry. When?
–Fifteen years ago.
You get the point. When you set up your dialogue like this, as Dave Eggers has in his new novel, you’re giving yourself a license. It frees you up. You’re like one of those unencumbered Europeans now, and you can tell your whole story with dashed dialogue if you want.
Good for you. Knock yourself out.
Most of us can’t get away with it, but Dave Eggers can. Lucky SOB.
End of rant.