The challenges that come with writing about the moon.
By Robert L. Barclay
Photo by Neven Krcmarek on Unsplash |
The moon is one of our most powerful natural symbols,
and we all use it to set our scenes. But, like everything else in the natural
world, the moon obeys the immutable laws of the universe, so we should treat it
with respect.
Even well-known professional authors forget that
plausibility does not cease at the edge of the atmosphere. For example, and internationally
acclaimed author and winner of prestigious awards writes that “a crescent moon
was rising in the west.” Impossible: as the Earth rotates, all celestial
objects, including the moon, set in
the west. The crescent moon rises in the east before dawn. Another writer
describes her protagonist walking out to the ice rink late at night, lit only
by the thinnest crescent moon. Again, not possible: a new moon will have long
since set; the scene could only be illuminated by a waxing moon, half or
greater.
“The full moon, amid a field of a billion stars, lit
the scene as bright as day,” writes a prize-winning author. However, when the
moon is full and high its glare washes out the stars. Only the brightest of
stars can be discerned at the full moon. One can have a billion stars, or one
can have a brilliant full moon, but not both.
I have read of a full moon floating high in
the sky at sunset, when orbits dictate that as the sun sets in the west, so the
moon rises in the east. One must also be careful about the passing of time. In
one classic novel, a raft passing down a river is lit by a full moon, while the
very next day the moon has become a crescent. Such inattention to detail causes
the reader to question the plausibility of the entire world the author has
created, so let’s try to avoid opening fissures in our narrative by ignoring
the operation of the orbs.
Jacob the Trumpeter
My name is Jacob Hintze. I may be an innkeeper now, but I will always be a trumpeter. That was my profession for a good portion of my fifty-two years. Fifty-two isn't a bad age to get to when you think of the total shit storm of the Thirty Years' War, especially if you were right in the middle of it as I was, watching your comrades being blown to pieces around you. But sounding signals on the battlefield isn't the half of what I was called to do. You see, you don't see a duke giving a lowly cavalry trumpeter like me the living of an inn on the post road unless he's done something special to earn it. And earn it I did; musician, courier, emissary, spy, those are the things I did for my duke, and more besides. And now it's time to write it all down. When you're under a sentence of death, as I now am, it makes you want to tell your story and I just hope I can get it done before it's too late.
Robert L. Barclay
Robert L. Barclay has
published four novels through his independent publishing company, Loose Cannon
Press. He conducts trumpet-making workshops in Europe and the United States,
and it was while teaching in Germany that the theme for his current novel arose.
The chance discovery of a 17th century trumpet hanging in a small
Lutheran church resulted in Jacob the
Trumpeter, the ‘biography’ of the instrument’s owner, which is all true, or
at least it really ought to be!
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