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MISTAKE newer novelists make is understandable in the extreme. We think of our
main characters as heroes. And because of that, we tend to make them … well, heroic.
By
“heroic,” I mean that we make them perfect. First-time novelists are often
tempted to create characters that have straight teeth, clear skin, hair with
plenty of volume and no split ends, and the sorts of bodies rarely seen without
the benefit of Photoshop.
They
are strong, smart, always know what to do and are able to do it.
And
that doesn’t work very well.
After
all, Christian charity aside, don’t you absolutely hate—hate and want hurtful
things to happen to—the sort of person I just described? And even if you don’t
hate those types of characters, do you find it even remotely possible to
identify with them?
Nor
do I. Nor does anyone.
You,
I and every single human being you or I know, have known, or will ever know,
have one thing in common; we all have flaws.
And
another thing most of us have in common is that we tend to fix upon, and
magnify, our own flaws. We think they are more apparent than they actually are,
and as a result we view ourselves as damaged goods.
So,
to strike the readers as realistic, and to give the readers someone they can
relate to, the main character needs to have, and be to some degree burdened by,
his or her own flaws.
I
say “flaws” (plural) because that describes most of us. But as the character is
introduced, it works better for both the writer and reader if we focus this a
bit: a single flaw, maybe two.
Sometimes
the opening flaw is physical. Christopher Snow, the lead character in Dean R.
Koontz’s “Moonlight Bay” Trilogy, is afflicted with xeroderma pigmentosum,
a rare but real adverse reaction to ultraviolet light (including that part of
the ultraviolet spectrum present in daylight). This makes him of necessity a
creature of the night, and so challenged in his ability to interact socially
with most people.
When
we first meet Smithy Ide, the hero of Ron McLarty’s debut novel, The Memory
of Running, Smithy is obese—maybe not worthy of thirty minutes on The
Discovery Channel, but certainly far too heavy for his own good.
Sometimes—and
usually—the flaw is internal or psychological. In Stephen King’s novel, 11/22/63,
the lead character is Jake Eppling, an English teacher whose wife has left and
divorced him for another man (whom she met at her Alcoholics Anonymous
meeting). In Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell’s Scarlett O’Hara’s
precociousness masks her central characteristic—her internal insecurity. Don
Quixote is convinced he is a knight on a heroic quest; indeed, it is this
delusion that is central to his charm as a character.
And
certainly the main character’s flaw can be both physical and psychological: the
wounded war hero who does not think he will ever return to a normal life, or
the athlete who finds her life without purpose when an injury keeps her from
competing.
So that’s where fiction differs from most other forms of art.
Sculptors begin with unflawed marble, and painters start with a perfectly
prepared canvas, but if you want your novel to work, you will find your work
easier if you open your work with a character who has flaws.
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