This section of the Tool Kit is used to describe how the cultural scripts or the historical moment can influence how a narrator presents him or herself. Patterns of emplotment emerge in autobiographies that are often demarcated by the shared customs or beliefs of the epoch. Smith and Watson point out that autobiographies often exhibit different patterns in structuring self-narrative. One mode of emplotment might dominate another because certain patterns can emerge in self-life writing that are contradictory in nature, and thus one pattern tends to stand out amongst the rest. The noticeable changes in patterns of emplotment in self narratives can delineate a shift in the narrator’s perception of himself or a break from the main ideology that dominates the text.
Smith and Watson urge the reader to “Consider carefully the relationship between narrative plotting and modes of idenity” (RA 246). The autobiographies of the Puritans are certainly dominated by a purely religious script, which basically boils down to a collective identity as a community of God’s chosen people. The Puritan confession, conversion, and jeremiad are the three dominate patterns of emplotment in the writings from the era. Thomas Shepard’s confessions from his congregation demonstrate how Puritan belief in their innate total depravity as sinners. These texts serve as their confessions to god, whom is always revered as the ultimate power and saving grace; the majority of Puritan texts follow this pattern of praising god while condemning individuals as sinful. Shepard implores his son to “give thy eyes, nay, thy heart and whole soul and body, to him that hath been so careful of thee when thou couldst not care for thyself” (Shepard 39). One Puritan woman, Jane Willows, demonstrate the Puritans never ending strife to shed their wicked ways in return for god’s grace when she wrote “I considered what a woeful frame I had, distrusting God’s providence, and so was in a confusion in my spirit…Lord came to me and showed me need of Lord’s strength and support…yet I lost it again. Yet heard Lord would give strength to them that have no strength” (The Confessions 201). The confessional self-examination is one of the most prevalent patterns of emplotment in Puritan autobiographies.
Have you ever found yourself saying the same old spill when you meet new people. I am referring to small talk and the patterns I find in my dialogue with people who I have just met, and I normally engage in this idle chatter without noticing it. It’s the mundane questions and scripted answers that have caused me to take a new tack when meeting people for the first time. You know what I am talking about. For example, you meet someone in a bar, and during the gaps of the normally deafening music they spark up a conversation by asking the same dead end questions time and time again. Sometimes I feel like I am an unwilling participant in a survey poll:
- What are you doing tonight...who knows, what are you doing?
- How do you know so and so…we go back.
- Are you from around here…I live here now, yea over that way.
- Do you go to school…yep
- What’s your major…communication
- What do you want to do with that…engage in meaning-full conversation.
Now-a-days, depending on how much I have to drink, I feed people the most ridiculous non-sense that comes to my mind. I don’t really consider it lying, because giving people generic responses means I am lying to myself because these on-call answers don’t speak for my true identity. I bask in seeing the looks on people’s faces when I respond to the questions above with something along the lines of
What’s your name?
-My name is Robert Paulson!
What are you doing tonight?
-Trying to stay clear of Dog the Bounty Hunter, he’s a gunnin’ for me.
How do you know so and so?
-Oh, that guy…me and him used to get drunk together and beat up midgets.
Are you from around here?
-I come from the land of Mordor.
Do you go to school?
-No, I’m not technically supposed to be within 300 feet of a school.
What’s your major?
-I majored in living like Charlie Sheen, oh and I minored in blowing shit up.
What…?
I’m sorry what were you talking about, oh yea that’s right—Nothing—what’s up with all these questions anyways - are you a cop? I’ll tell you what, when you have an original thought let me know so I can blow that shit up like…POW!!! (imagine an obscene hand gesture or something). *This is meant to be absurd.
I realize that if you met someone like this you would be like “this guy is a complete A-hole,” but I feel that even random non-sense is better than engaging in conversation for the sake of conversation. Yes, the questions above are all solid ways to get to know someone, but please people take heed of Emerson’s “Experience” when he calls for spontaneous action. I am just sick of filling out an oral questionnaire when meeting people. Patterns of emplotment like ritualized conversation starters are exactly what I would leave out of my autobiography. If I were to write about someone I met in my memoirs, I might have one sentence dedicated to name, origin, occupation, and background. However, I might write several pages about this person if we spent the night doing extraordinary stuff or talked about truly remarkable and interesting things. However, I guess you have to start somewhere. Next time you find yourself in a similar situation take notice of when people use patterns of emplotment to establish his or her identity. Say things that deviate from the beaten path, and if you do ask questions, ask one’s that call for a real response.