>Childlit has been debating historical accuracy in fiction–what’s dramatic license and what’s a betrayal, basically. It makes me think of the many romances of stage, screen and text where Elizabeth R and Mary, Queen of Scots excitingly rail at each other, when in real life they never met.
>Go west, young man, WEST!
December 17, 2008 by 29 Comments
It also makes me remember when Elizabeth (L) and I saw When Harry Met Sally and laughed about the improbability of these two chipper coeds actually attending the University of Chicago when they were so clearly Northwestern types. We were outraged, however, when the film sent them on their way from Chicago to New York by heading NORTH on Lake Shore Drive, which would only take you to the East Coast if you went via the Soo Locks.
Yesterday I was reading a (terrific) novel which in one spot took its main character to my neighborhood. I got a little worried for him when he got off the subway and walked five blocks east when in real life there is no there there. The street he was on only heads west. A shame, really–he was an intriguing character and the right direction would have practically brought him to my doorstep!
It of course doesn’t matter and few will notice (and fewer care). But maybe it’s a lesson about our standards regarding accuracy–we mostly only notice when it hits home.