Over the span of years in which you
read for escape—to get away from the restraints of the pre-teen years—then for
identification—to experience vicariously what some teen-agers were experiencing
that you weren’t—and then for competition—to see if you could do as well if not
better than some of your fictional favorites—your preference for characters has
experienced what you will call a literary Darwinism.
With few exceptions—here we go with
the set-off comments again, this time using Huck Finn as an example and some of
the Sinclair Lewis, John Steinbeck, and F. Scott Fitzgerald characters—your
preferences have grown away from one- or two-dimensional sorts and toward the
more flawed, quirky, and even notional.
Your operating theory being that these qualities of cranky, pestered
individuality added not only more dimension but also more interesting
dimension.
There is also the distinct
possibility that you’d begun to suspect the sort of person you were about to
become yourself. As you tried your own
hand at mastering the techniques of storytelling, the notion of other and of
quirkiness and even more certainly of flawed impatience became a
self-fulfilling prophecy.
An accomplished curmudgeon is
limited in the range of characters and subjects he can essay, leading you to
pursue a more Zen-like approach to existence.
To date, impatience still prevails.
The good news is still manifest in your impatience to get to work and,
in consequence, to skirt things preventing you.
You have evolved by degree from
preferring interesting adventure to investigations of the noir, darker sides of
matters. You do not root for dark
results although you surely root for characters as pestered as you find
yourself with the world about you.
More often than not, you are
willing to settle for negotiated outcomes, remaining suspicious of the ones
where the triumphs of virtue emerge as operatic exaggerations.
This is by no means an
uncomfortable or frustrating place to be so much as it is fraught and
precarious.
You await events and invest in
characters of your own with a watchful eye, waiting, waiting…
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