Theory seems to function
only as well as it can be employed to perceive something anew about our
realities. What happens to theory that seems too awkward or cumbersome to use?
Does it fall to the wayside? It seems so. Note: this post is meant to reflect
consideration of material new to my thinking. And this post represents a novice
musing only.
Specifically, I wonder
about what I am calling the word game
in narrative theory. This is the seemingly continuous cycle of narrative theorists
re-examining the same pieces to the puzzle and re-naming. “It’s not quite like
this, so I am going to plant my flag over here and not there. Here, I say ole
boy. Here.” (Yes, my ole boy narrative theorist is now Foghorn Leghorn. Talk
about embodiment and masterplots.)
I understand some things
about the politics of theoretical work. I have a novice’s understanding of the
politics of publishing in academia. And I can even take into consideration the
need to diversify meanings, especially with a concept as complex as the stories
of humanity. Yes, as we do theory work and as we perceive with new eyes,
meaning shifts, understandings become clearer and sometimes they do become
murkier.
But, how many divergent
definitions should one theoretical discourse have for plot? Not the suzjet, but
the discourse. The story? No the plot. Forster’s definition of the plot or Genette’s?
Is it time or events? Cumbersome.
Although to be fair,
Heidegger didn’t found the idea of Dasein
and that too has been argued to death by philosophers. Well, maybe not to
death. We haven’t solved the puzzle of beingness
yet.
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