
The English journalist Christopher Booker published The Seven Basic Plots: Why We Tell Stories in 2004. He argues – some would say unsuccessfully – that all the stories we know belong to one of seven plot types. These types can be classified as follows: “Overcoming the Monster” (think Beowulf); “The Quest” (Lord of the Rings); “Voyage and Return” (The Time Machine); “Rebirth” (A Christmas Carol); “Rags to Riches” (Jane Eyre); “Comedy” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream); “Tragedy” (Macbeth).
Critics argue that Booker’s categories exclude works by Kafka, for example, and Joyce. I’m not sure the Kafka I’ve read could not be folded into one or more of these categories, and I have never known what to do with Joyce. But for the sake of argument, let us assume that Booker was right: there are only seven basic stories.
If every human life could be told as a story, which of the seven basic plot lines would best fit your life? I, for my part, have certainly been on a quest. I have had to overcome the monster—most often the monster within me. I have experienced rebirth and been different because of it. The one category that does not fit my life is tragedy. Don’t get me wrong: I have known sorrow, as have all of us, but my life will not end in calamity, meaninglessness, or regret. No, my life is a comedy: everything will come out right in the end.
The Bible itself tells a long, often complicated story, which can (following Booker’s “Rule of Three”) be told in three acts: Creation, Fall, and Redemption. (It could also be told in more than three acts, depending on how finely one wants to divide it.) The Bible contains monsters (Goliath), rebirths (Zaccheus), takes us on a voyage and return journey (Nebuchadnezzar), a quest (Jesus) and celebrates rags to riches (Esther). It certainly contains tragedies (King Saul), but the Bible as a whole is not a tragedy; it is a comedy, as Revelation 21 and 22 make clear. If someone were writing a book review of the Bible, they could summarize it in the words the Lord Jesus spoke to the Lady Julian: “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”
I have previously tried to think of a plot structure that does not fit into Booker’s seven. One might go to Proust, but to my mind, the reason Proust does not fit into the plot structure categories is because he is unstructured. (I realize that serious scholars of his work would take me to task.) But for arguments sake, let’s imagine that Booker’s seven categories cover all narrative works, even Proust’s. When the world we know comes to an end, and an almost endless variety of stories have been told, they will all fit into the seven basic plots.
Humans know themselves and understand the reality around them in terms of story. Story is essential not only to art but to science. Copernicus made up a story that explained why the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Einstein told himself a story that explained the apparent contradictions between Maxwell’s electromagnetism (as it touches on the speed of light) and Newton’s mechanics. That story is the basis for the Theory of Special Relativity and might be classified as “Overcoming the Monster” or as “Voyage and Return” (those familiar with Einstein will see the connection).
We know ourselves through the stories we tell, but we are more than we know. If we are ever to understand ourselves, much less understand God (to the degree our finite minds make possible), we need new stories, new plots, that fit under entirely new categories.
St. John says that “what we will be has not yet been made known” (I John 3:2) We will need new stories, new categories of stories to understand a glorified humanity in the presence of the glorious God. For someone who loves story, the prospect of a new story plot, one that comes from beyond the horizon of our understanding, is exhilarating.
What stories shall we tell? What story shall we be? The answers to those questions lies beyond us, but one thing we know: It will not be a tragedy.
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My wife, who proofreads and edits my articles, called this one “a stream of consciousness” piece. And I call Proust unstructured?

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