Possessions tell us about people. There are obvious dramatic things to with
wealth. A wealthy person is ‘expressed’
by the design of their yacht or private jet, or by the cut of their expensive
(usually) clothes. But all of us are expressed by our
possessions, and often the more humble is more interesting, especially if
you think of loved ones - dad’s old battered hat, his fountain
pen, his model ship, his favourite cup. We think of such things, often, when we
think of someone now dead.
Describing possessions is valuable in giving
atmosphere to a piece of writing, and also hinting a character and age. George’s treasured paintbrush which once
belonged to Van Gogh. You can also use
possessions as symbols for ideas. Your
husband’s favourite viper. Your wife’s
statue of a weeping angel.
You could approach
describing a person’s possessions (some of them, that is) by creating a
situation in which:
·
The writer or a
character is alone in someone else’s house waiting for them and looking
round. Could be a friend or complete
stranger. Might sneak into the bedroom or study.
·
A researcher is looking
(as in a museum) at surviving possessions of a person. Could be doing with this a son or daughter of
the person who can give anecdotes about the things. “He always used to put this on his head when
he was drunk.”
·
A detective
checking the house of a person who’s been found dead, or who has gone wild in
the street and broken windows. Finds an
unexpected collection of. . .
·
A thief (perhaps two thieves chatting), who may be
looking for a particular object, or just sifting through to see if there’s
anything valuable.
·
Paparazzo who’s heard rumours something
scandalous about the person.
·
A suspicious spouse in the wife/husband’s room
when they’re out or asleep. Pockets,
handbags, attic, desk
·
Yourself in a
dream going back to your childhood room.
Just describe all the things there and we’ll know you! I can see (and this is just a list) a small
dinky toy aeroplane which Father Christmas brought me and left at the side of
my bed, several wartime planes I’ve
carved and then hung from the ceiling on cotton so that they’re ‘flying’. There
are some luminous china
rabbits on the dressing table, and a copy of The Children of Cherry Tree Farm
for Dad to read at bedtime. Aircraft recognition books. A penknife. Grandma’s
opera glasses used as field glasses to see planes. ‘My’ dog George sleeping under the bed. A
Spitfire diagram on the wall.
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