I wonder how she would react to a villain who simply doesn't think he's a villain. I mean, most villains (though not all) realize that they are the bad guy in life.
What if that simply wasn't the case?
Or what if the "Hero's Journey" simply took a person down that road that, once they look back, they realize: "Holy shit! I'm the villain!" And by then, it's too late.
I'm toying with this idea.
I mean, imagine Harry Potter saying, after OoTP, "You know, you fuckers--" points to McG and Dumbles "--are no fuckin' better than Voldemort. At least I know he's trying to kill me. You lot would rather I stumble blindly to my death!"
But also, the idea of waking up, doing what you normally do, only to realize that everything thinks you're the bad guy . . .
I've actually been in this situation, at a meeting at work, when I was arguing for something and suggesting things to my boss (who thinks I shit piss diamonds and shits gold) that NO ONE ELSE wanted. And it wasn't until an hour into the meeting when I realized that the others weren't just picking apart my idea in an effort to iron it out, but rather they absolutely did not want my idea to happen and was actively trying to kill it out the gate. That's when I realized that, were it a novel, I'd have been the bad guy.
Anyway . . . enough of that.
There was a Marvel comic book series called Cloak & Dagger. Dagger shot light knives that, when it hit the target, the person basically lived out all of their misdeeds and their 'evilness' was turned onto themselves, thus purifying them, redeeming them.
They fought Dr. Doom. And when she hit him with a light dagger . . . nothing. It wasn't just that he convinced himself we was doing the right thing, he honestly believed that his was a noble cause.
You would have to carefully set up a story like this. You'd have to present information to the reader in a way that would convince us that he is noble, not just in his beliefs but in his actions. Then you'd have to pick the right time for that carefully constructed house of cards to come tumbling down.
I wonder, though, how many readers would resent the mind-fuck? I wonder, too, how much you could hand to the readers as a forewarning without giving too much away?
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Date: 2010-08-16 03:38 am (UTC)What if that simply wasn't the case?
Or what if the "Hero's Journey" simply took a person down that road that, once they look back, they realize: "Holy shit! I'm the villain!" And by then, it's too late.
I'm toying with this idea.
I mean, imagine Harry Potter saying, after OoTP, "You know, you fuckers--" points to McG and Dumbles "--are no fuckin' better than Voldemort. At least I know he's trying to kill me. You lot would rather I stumble blindly to my death!"
But also, the idea of waking up, doing what you normally do, only to realize that everything thinks you're the bad guy . . .
I've actually been in this situation, at a meeting at work, when I was arguing for something and suggesting things to my boss (who thinks I shit piss diamonds and shits gold) that NO ONE ELSE wanted. And it wasn't until an hour into the meeting when I realized that the others weren't just picking apart my idea in an effort to iron it out, but rather they absolutely did not want my idea to happen and was actively trying to kill it out the gate. That's when I realized that, were it a novel, I'd have been the bad guy.
Anyway . . . enough of that.
There was a Marvel comic book series called Cloak & Dagger. Dagger shot light knives that, when it hit the target, the person basically lived out all of their misdeeds and their 'evilness' was turned onto themselves, thus purifying them, redeeming them.
They fought Dr. Doom. And when she hit him with a light dagger . . . nothing. It wasn't just that he convinced himself we was doing the right thing, he honestly believed that his was a noble cause.
You would have to carefully set up a story like this. You'd have to present information to the reader in a way that would convince us that he is noble, not just in his beliefs but in his actions. Then you'd have to pick the right time for that carefully constructed house of cards to come tumbling down.
I wonder, though, how many readers would resent the mind-fuck? I wonder, too, how much you could hand to the readers as a forewarning without giving too much away?
I dunno . . . just thinking thoughts.