Saturday, February 27, 2016

Boo

     It's easy to leave out the details because they are everywhere else. My story is like Wikipedia, in that sense. Other people have already filled in the names and dates for me, and they are more reliable sources than this one.
     It became much less credible when my label came out.
     If I wanted, I could become a historical fiction writer, adding things that don't match so readers go on a wild goose chase. That wouldn't be very nice, and I don't think my Editor would let me get away with it.
     She finds my constant re-editing amusing. It's hard for anything to slip through, thanks to auto-correct.
     I explain to her what the King says about cups and saucers, that I must wait for the handles to come to me then attach them the right way.
    His examples, however, bother me a little because he talks about stories I've read a certain way and how the characters might've done things differently.
     The new explanation disturbs my "theory of mind" in the same way Harper Lee's "new" book did, when I read it last summer.
     The Mockingbird Atticus reminded me of my type of character but the rough draft version wasn't so tasty. He represented something less heroic and polished, a not-so evolved character.
     Gregory Peck might've turned down that role.
     It didn't matter because Boo was my hero when I read Mockingbird in high school. His type of character never changes through time.
     He and Scout connect for reasons that are never quite explained, but it's the most beautiful love story ever, a real masterpiece. Romeo and Juliet were amateurs compared to them.
     His bravery is so well-hidden but strong that it comes out at the best possible moment, lifting her up in the darkness and taking her home again.
     At that point, all the other characters fade into the background; they become minor.
     It's a dream come true.