“I hate flowers.”
“Why?”
“Because the only ones you ever see that aren’t misshapen are in photographs.” The speaker pauses. “And they stink. They’re cloying.”
“Hm… I always liked the way the petals felt.”
When most people read they hear the written words spoken in their minds. A disembodied vocal of authors, narrators, and characters fills their minds’ ear acting out plays and essays, novels and poems. Blogs are composed with words and so are no exception to the rule, so chances are that you’re hearing a voice right now.
Sometimes the voices that readers hear are the voices of actual people. Mothers speak with familiar tones in letters to their children, and stories traded between friends are still heard as though over the phone even if read alone in silence. Some actors, even, can take over a character so that no matter what voice readers may have heard before they cannot help but hear the actor’s now. How many Harry Potter fans will always hear Alan Rickman when they read Severus Snape? How long with Lawrence Olivier be Hamlet?
Usually, though, the voices people hear are new, unique, and private. Each reader hears his or her own version of a character’s voice that is created from the reader’s perception of the character’s gender, age, race, ethnicity, personality, history, and personal appearance and how these things interact to create a whole person. These perceptions on the part of the reader can be the difference between a sympathetic character and one the reader hopes gets side-swiped by a bus. Everyone bring prejudices to the table while reading; people will inflict their views of blacks and whites and hispanics or men and women or the rich and the poor on the characters.
“I hate flowers,” the man says.
“Why?” the woman asks.
“Because the only ones you ever see that aren’t misshapen are in photographs.” He pauses. “And they stink. They’re cloying.”
“Hm…” she says, “I always liked the way the petals felt.”
It’s not just characters that people’s views effect, though. The reader’s views of people and their various types will also have an effect on the way that the reader views the author and the author’s intentions. A book or article written by a white woman will be viewed differently than a book or article written by a black man even if the content of the book or article doesn’t change significantly, or even at all. A book about growing old that is written by a teenager will probably be viewed as more artificial, more constructed, than one written by a sixty-year-old even if the words themselves remain the same. (Alternatively, the teenager might be praised as some sort of genius of insight while the sixty-year-old might be criticized for wasting people’s time with the minutiae of life as a senior citizen.)
In a sense, readers construct voices to read with for authors in the same way that they do with characters. If the reader believes that all senior citizens are crotchety and sarcastic then a book with a picture of a wrinkle-bedecked person on the dust jacket will be read in a voice that drips sarcasm and shrilly screams between the lines for you to cut your hair and get off the lawn. The author’s tone is constructed from the reader’s perception of what the author might or must be like.
Works published by anonymous authors are not immune to these forces of imagination and projection. Even though a reader may not have a byline or an authorial picture to attach the work to, the reader will still make certain assumptions about the author’s personality and history and will respond accordingly. In effect, though the author has no tone of voice but the one that the words themselves suggest, the reader will construct a tone and pitch based on what they think the author is like even without much evidence to back that claim up.
These factors can be observed with a good degree of regularity here in the blogosphere. An off-handed remark by Glenn Reynolds about liberals needing to be rounded up and shot is more likely to be viewed as a joke by his conservative readers, because of their perception of him as a fair-minded and well-balanced individual, and is more likely to be taken at face-value by liberals, because of their perception of him as some sort of fire-breathing extremist. A comment by Atrios along similar lines but concerning conservatives would have similar reactions but with reversed party lines. (And, yes, I’m horribly stereotyping, but you get the point.)
It is a revelation to compare the
Don Quixote of Pierre Menard with that of Miguel de Cervantes. Cervantes, for example, wrote the following (Part I, Chapter IX):
…truth, whose mother is history, rivals of time, depository of deeds, witness of the past, exemplar and advisor to the present, and the future’s counselor.
This catalogue of attributes, written in the seventeenth century, and written by the “ingenious layman” Miguel de Cervantes, is mere rhetorical praise of history. Menard, on the other hand, writes:
…truth, whose mother is history, rivals of time, depository of deeds, witness of the past, exemplar and advisor to the present, and the future’s counselor.
History, the mother of truth!–the idea is staggering. Menard, a contemporary of William James, defines history as not as a delving into reality but as the very fount of reality. Historical truth, for Menard, is not “what happened”; it is what we believe happened. The final phrase–exemplar and advisor to the present, and the future’s counselor–are brazenly pragmatic.
The contrast in styles is equally striking. The archaic style of Menard–who is, in addition, not a native speaker of the language in which he writes–is somewhat affected. Not so the style of his precursor, who employs the Spanish of the time with complete naturalness.
From “Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote” by Jorge Luis Borges
In her post in response to my first post about the Crucifixion, Jeanne d’Arc at Body and Soul wrote:
PinkDreamPoppies wrote a post recently wondering why some people in the conservative Christian church she grew up in were so obsessed with the crucifixion.
The only problem with this sentence is that I’m not a “she.” I didn’t correct it at the time because it’s my personal opinion that gender is mutable and ultimately irrelevant, but her comment made me think and remember. One of the first comments in response to my first-ever post at Alas (kinda), A Comment on Rape and “She Asked For It,” was from Cleis of Sappho’s Breathing who said:
Great post, Poppies.
Oh, and Poppies is a guy? Who knew?
[Emphasis hers.]
I suppose that that’s what I get for naming myself PinkDreamPoppies. It makes me wonder, though: what voice do people hear when they read my posts? How much of a difference does it make to rAnDoMp0sTeR if he or she views me as a female instead of as a male? Have there been readers who agreed with me or disagreed with me or misread something I said based entirely on their perception of my sex?
When I was eleven I had long hair and delicate wrists and skin as yet unpocked by puberty. I had baby fat to round my cheeks and make my lips look full. This is how I look as I wait in front of my middle school for the late bus to arrive and take me away from the boys I’m waiting with. They’re skater boys who listen to the right music and say the right words; they’re as hip as middle schoolers can get. They’re older with buzzcuts and acne, JNCO jeans and Nirvana t-shirts, textures and lines that speak of age and maleness. I don’t like them. I’m afraid they’ll hurt me.
One of them, the obnoxious one who has bad teeth, wanders over to me. He asks me a question, and when I reply I blush because I’m not used to speaking to people. Whenever I read things out loud in class the butterflies in my stomach makes the tears in my eyes quiver. The boy with the bad teeth asks me another question. This time when I answer, I’m not nervous because I’m speaking but because he’s put his arm around me. I don’t like the way he’s cupping my shoulder. I’m afraid he’s going to hurt me.
He’s trying hard to be charming, I can tell. He keeps smiling his yellow smile and making his voice be charming. I think he’s trying to win my trust in the way that the mob bosses always do before they shoot the wiseguy who crossed them. Maybe he’ll ask me if I want to smoke. His hand would get more insistent then, his arm a little more pressing, guiding me over to the shed behind the track where the teachers can’t see what the kids are doing. That’s when he’ll hurt me. I’m afraid to show him that I don’t trust him, though, so my mouth answers his questions while my mind hopes he goes away.
As the bus arrives one of the boy’s friends, one that knows who I am, mentions to him that my name is Adam. The hand goes away.
Unfortunately, there are certain perceptions of what it’s okay for men and women to say, think, and do and for some people it is so unacceptable for people of the “wrong” gender to do the “wrong” thing that their view of a specific action can be altered depending on what gender they think is performing it. I wonder how many men liked George Elliot’s novels who would have hated them had they know she wasn’t a man?
This doesn’t apply solely to the written word. Colors of lipstick that are sexy when on a woman’s lips can be decidedly unsexy when on a man’s. A man or woman who was attractive enough to make out with can suddenly become disgusting when it’s discovered that the man or woman is not what they appear to be. Football can be a national pastime until women want to play, then it’s comedy. Men can’t dress or decorate unless they’re gay and thus “half woman, anyway.” Need I even mention the wage gap?
I’d been a regular at the website for nearly a year when I performed my experiment: the internet is blind, meaning that people I meet there don’t know anything about me but what I tell them, so if I told them I was female I could see how they reacted to someone who behaved in the same way but was female.
When I started the experiment I had a core group of ten or so friends who I chatted with on a regular basis and a core group of maybe ten or so people who were most certainly not my friends. There was another group of people who didn’t really feel one way or the other about me.
As I said, I did everything I could to not change my behavior. I would show up as my male self about half the time and as my female self about half the time. At the end of one month of doing this, some members of my original core group of friends hated female-me while still being friends with male-me, some members of the original core group of not-friends were close to female-me without having changed toward male-me, and a substantial number of people who hadn’t given a wit about me before were friends of mine, now.
I never was able to figure out if changing genders had inspired people’s altered behavior or if it was just the fact that I was starting over with a “blank slate.”
People needn’t wonder about any internet person’s gender, though, if they know where to look.
A new computer program can tell whether a book was written by a man or a woman. The simple scan of key words and syntax is around 80% accurate on both fiction and non-fiction.
The program’s success seems to confirm the stereotypical perception of differences in male and female language use. Crudely put, men talk more about objects, and women more about relationships.
Female writers use more pronouns (I, you, she, their, myself), say the program’s developers, Moshe Koppel of Bar-Ilan University in Ramat Gan, Israel, and colleagues. Males prefer words that identify or determine nouns (a, the, that) and words that quantify them (one, two, more).
From Nature. The study itself can be found here (PDF). A program that uses a rough version of Koppel et al’s algorithm can be found here.
This raises other questions, though, about what whether or not those differences in the way that men and women write are created by social forces or are biological forces. However, that’s the subject of another post.
So how much changes for you?
“I hate flowers,” the woman says.
“Why?” the man asks.
“Because the only ones you ever see that aren’t misshapen are in photographs.” She pauses. “And they stink. They’re cloying.”
“Hm…” he says, “I always liked the way the petals felt.”
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