For most of our early lives, the people who tell us stories are the people we trust most; often, they're the people we love most. And these people we respect, trust, and love tell us some crazy stuff: leave this tooth under your pillow, and in the middle of the night a fairy will bring you money; Goldie the goldfish swam away from the toilet to the ocean to play with her friends; we're almost there; I'll always be here for you; someday you'll look back on this and laugh.
I believe that the initial trust we have in the story-teller makes a deeper imprint than any eventual disappointment. And so, as readers and listeners, we instinctively trust the narrator; it's in our nature. At the very least, we go into a story assuming we can trust her until she gives us a clear reason not to.
To take it a step further, I believe we want to trust the narrator; that it taps into a place in us we may have lost, that we open a book already seeking a storyteller in control.
Try to See Things My Way, in The Art of Perspective: Who Tells the Story, Christopher Castellani
I believe that the initial trust we have in the story-teller makes a deeper imprint than any eventual disappointment. And so, as readers and listeners, we instinctively trust the narrator; it's in our nature. At the very least, we go into a story assuming we can trust her until she gives us a clear reason not to.
To take it a step further, I believe we want to trust the narrator; that it taps into a place in us we may have lost, that we open a book already seeking a storyteller in control.
Try to See Things My Way, in The Art of Perspective: Who Tells the Story, Christopher Castellani
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