Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Proving that this can be a literary blog. Sort of.
This time yesterday, I was reading Peter Rabbit to the group of prison inmates who are in my creative writing class. It felt rather odd - they are all big, mature guys, and they might have felt insulted - but they listened politely without interrupting. I was using Peter Rabbit as an example of short story form. It's brilliant. It has a beginning, middle and end, a hero (Peter) and villain (Mr. McGregor), danger (Mr. M again), conflict (Mr. M and Peter), and a resulution (Peter's escape). But not too cosy, because Peter gets punished and isn't allowed bread and milk and balckberries for supper* like his sisters, who were "good little bunnies" (and creeps, but enough of that).
The homework is to write the story from someone else's point of view; Old Mrs. Rabbit (Peters' mum) or Mr. McGregor. The last time I asked a class to do this, the results were absolutely brilliant, and hilarious. I'm looking forward to what comes up with my present class.
*Not a treat in my book, but each to his own.