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Friday, September 26, 2014

Rewriting Monsters


Have you ever met a good ork?

They're about as rare as a duck sitting on a rooftop, aren't they?

Recently, I read Rick Riordan’s House of Hades, and a small part of that story got me thinking about another book by Donita K. Paul. I don’t remember which book specifically, but it was one of the later books in the DragonKeeper series.

Both books—and both series as a whole—have several groups of characters who start out entirely bad. Riordan’s villains are the Titans and Gaia’s monsters in general; Paul’s are the seven low races of Amara. Partway through both stories, a character shows up who belongs to one of the ‘bad guy’ groups, but isn’t actually bad himself.

Now, my initial reaction was—“That’s odd, why would an author suddenly decide bad characters can be good?”

Oddly enough, I happened to run across two different articles on the topic soon after reading House of Hades, while I was still pondering the question.

The first was Rebecca LuElla Miller’s post on Speculative Faith, where she discusses why so many stories and movies want to reinvent the villains from older stories. Miller argues that this sort of story tries to erase the reality of evil by explaining the story behind it: “The problem, as I see it, with this kind of thinking is that evil is in the eye of the beholder. In fact, there really is no evil—just evil circumstances or evil influences.”

Evil is real. We can try to understand why someone would want to commit murder, but even understanding doesn’t change the fact that some people murder because they can and they like to do it.

Like Miller, I don’t really like the idea of explaining away evil, so at first I wanted to extend that line of thinking to Bob the Titan. If a group of characters are functionally orcs—their role in life and their nature is to attack humans—how can one of those characters suddenly be not an orc?

That line of thinking didn’t quite fit, however. Miller was writing about stories like Malificent (which I haven’t seen yet), with a misunderstood villain. My issue was with good characters belonging to villainous races such as orcs or trolls or Titans. The real question was whether those characters might be heavily influenced, but not trapped, by their background.

I found a better answer in another blog post—this one about portraying cultural drift in fantasy cultures. In this article, Hannah Emery, a sociologist, suggests developing fantasy cultures realistically with a full range of skills, opinions, personalities, styles, and motives. She points out that American culture—from McD’s to homesteading—is bigger than just one stereotype, so why can’t dwarf or orc cultures be the same?

The challenge is that you have to treat the characters as individuals—not as stereotypes or a chip of the cultural monolith.

Even Tolkien did this, I think. There may not be any good orcs in The Lord of the Rings, but Tolkien suggests that some characters fight on one side or another simply because that’s what their culture taught them to do. Some of his orcs fight humans because that’s what orcs do, but some would rather just get away from the bigger, meaner orcs, back to their nice, cozy, stinky orc dens.

Of course, that's the challenge with writing any character—even if the guy is evil, despicable, and thoroughly rotten, you still have to develop his personality. It’s not okay just to say “And this dude is evil, despicable, and thoroughly rotten” and leave the story at that.

Well, it might work if you are writing a parody of some kind—as with Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events. Even in that series, though, the villain has a very distinct personality, motives, and methods.

That’s where I think Paul actually failed, while Riordan succeeded. Paul’s redeemed character felt like a side to the main story. His presence forced the other characters to reconsider their view of the low races, but he himself left very little impression on anyone.

Riordan, on the other hand, produces someone with a background and a personality, someone who is confused and struggling with the idea that he’s supposed to be bad but maybe wants to be good. He’s something more than a showpiece, and his presences makes a difference in how the story plays out. Plus, there are hints that maybe Bob is not the only one with a conscience.

Maybe it’s not so much about rewriting monsters as suggesting that the old stereotypes are more of a guideline than anything else. After all, ducks do sit on rooftops sometimes.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Beware...

There are monsters everywhere. I found this one last night:



Maybe somebody let Farmer Giles' dragon out?
 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

PTA's Believe It Or Not 4.0


Over the summer, I’ve been noting strange signs, strange items scattered around town. It’s still difficult to draw a conclusion, but the evidence suggests that there is more to this town than meets the eye.
 
It might be aliens.


In fact, some of the contraptions look rather like alien constructions. Oddly-shaped bodies, long necks, beady eyes?

Check, check, and check.


You had better watch out for this one, because it certainly is watching you.


I've also discovered headless monsters, and others of a different sort entirely.

 

Those are perhaps the hardest to explain. Any guesses?

 

What, for example, is this thing? It looks like a rusty heap of scrap metal, but surely it is something more...something odd, mysterious, mystifying, and, well, mysterious.

 

And who exactly, may I ask, left this laying around? According to the label, it's a telephone box, but can you really be sure? Especially when it's just sitting out in the woods like this? I wonder which phone line it uses.

The invasion seems friendly for the most part, with only a few suspicious-looking items.


Not to worry, though. I've found the prototype for the original Millennium Falcon.


It might be a bit rusty, and in need of repair, but no worse than any other bucket of bolts you might find out here. I'm sure someone can fix it up, if the hyperdrive isn't too badly damaged.

Where do they all come from you ask? Through the portal of course…



So, aliens or not, I've decided that it's time to head home. Less than two weeks now!
 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Monsters on a Hike

Yes, we escaped from our last ramble. If you’re still waiting with baited breath to learn whether we arrive safely home after our visit to Paradise Creek—well, we made it.

The problem with safe escapes is that no one ever leaves well enough alone. We should have known better. We had all the warnings.

If it’s a dangerous business stepping out your front door, I shudder to think what dangers await a five-mile jaunt in the woods. Not just any woods, either.

We had only walked a short ways down the trail, you see, when we passed through the Gate. I hardly barely time to think “Narnia!” before the world blurred and we emerged into the far past.



Oops! Too late to go back. We could only hope to find our way out again.

In these woods, in the time of the far past, a person can find anything—at least, almost anything. You just have to look in the right places. We set out to find waterfalls, and we did. All along the trail, we saw hundreds of magnificent cascading streams.



We also found a few things we didn’t expect to see—waterfalls falling onto bridges, for example.


The most troublesome sight, though, were the monsters. What monster, you ask? There aren’t any monsters around.

Oh, yes there are—quite a few of them, in fact. Fortunately, my brother let me borrow his camera (I had nearly forgotten how much fun a camera is)…


We spotted the first giant just around the corner from the falls. The others crowded close behind.



We stayed on the path, though, and bypassed as many monsters as we couldn’t dodge. We also didn’t try to cross the Bridge to Nowhere on the island of nowhere in particular.


The road was long, the way hard, and it became tempting after a time to sit down and give up.


Not to mention that innumerable other doors beckoned us into other worlds, where the trees were far greener and the monsters more terrible…


enormous spidery creatures thrashing through the brush.


Oh—how did we get back? Very fortunately, toward the end of our journey, we arrived at the Net and made a successful time-travel trip back to the present (best described by Connie Willis in To Say Nothing of the Dog). So yes, we’re safely home again.

P.S. Should you happen to find yourself hereabouts, watch out for the sort of stray creatures that roam the woods at this time of year.