I recently read a story that had masks as the central theme. What are masks? Masks always hide what is underneath. This is truth. However, the reason(s) for wearing masks subtlety take center stage. The reasons multiply across the spectrum of humanity. We can list a few, though they are many and varied. Fear, trickery, play, fun, Multiple Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Power, illusion, distraction, worship (probably the worst reason). On and on the list grows, yet we do not stop to uncover a truth. Why? What is the resistance that strains against our seeking.
Weaving reality into any story requires truth. Masks offer the opposite, except once in a while. In writing, masks appear everywhere—ubiquitous. The reasons we craft these masks remains clouded. If they stem from a desire to slowly unfold a character, then the writer often remains true to the character. Let us turn to Iago. His mask, firmly affixed, shines with the beauty of friendship. This is a true mask. It hides him behind a fortress where in nothing penetrates.
Writing characters who have the ability to don a mask takes precision and planning for it to be a true mask. This true mask is believable and real. The other characters throughout the story do not have the ability to see beyond what is provided. Only the protagonist has this ability. However, the author may only leave hints of the true aspect beneath, which the protagonist must painstakingly construct, until, enough of the truth is reconstructed that suspicion begins. This suspicion then leads to a search for more truth, until finally, in all its glory the protagonist sees beneath the mask to the actual person beneath. These are the hardest masks to construct.
There are also less powerful masks that secondary characters use. “Where have you been?” and other questions reveal to the reader but not the interrogator. The wife, who is a secondary character along with the husband who is also a secondary character, may have other questions, but in the end she must believe him. Giving the gift to the reader of insight that she does not have acts like a magnet, drawing the reader ever further into the story. The reader says, “Can’t you see the lipstick on his collar?”
In the end, masks provide hooks. The author is fishing to catch the reader. Done correctly, the author uses the masks to hook the reader, allowing the reader to place herself in the story. At this point, the reader his hooked.
Authors should think of masks as hooks splayed out before the reader. If done correctly, truth lies within reach of the reader, dangling there, waiting, and the reader is always hooked.
It is at this point that I leave you with the famous words of Paul Laurence Dunbar in his poem We Wear the Mask.
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!