Right around this point in my tour of the senses, I’m starting to realize that what I’m doing is isolating each sense from the others to examine how it works, why it matters, where my knowledge of it comes from, and what it’s place is in fiction. This feels like an appropriate discovery going into my next post about sound.
My husband is a singer-songwriter and is musical in just about as many ways as I am not. I can sing a little, keep a beat, but there it ends. For most of my life, music was a background, something to drive to, dance to, write to. I loved music, but when I listened to it, I was always multi-tasking. I thought I “knew a song,” if I could sing along with the lyrics.
When Jason listens to music, he gives it his undivided attention. When I first met him, it baffled me the way he could admire something as specific as the bass line in a song where, honestly, I might not even have recognized bass at all. These days, I try to listen with more focus: to hear the drums first in their own right, then to try to understand what the lead guitar is doing, to think about key changes, and so on.
When I think about the role of sound in Fallen, one moment stands out in my mind. During the battle scene in the cemetery, when Luce looks back one last time before getting Penn to shelter, her ears are filled with a single chord of music: “Low notes thundered in the night. High notes chimed in to fill the space around them. It was the grandest, most perfectly balanced celestial harmony ever heard on earth.”
I didn’t realize this at the time I wrote it, but looking back now—especially after thinking over my above mention of listening-but-not-really-listening to music—I think I wanted to hit Luce with something so big and loud and grand that it would have to drown out everything else. I wanted to command her whole attention with a single sound to express the gravity of the moment, to make it impossible to tune out the sense of sound.