The Good, the Bad – and Me

“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.” 

Oscar WildeLady Windermere’s Fan

Two or three reviewers of my novel Martin thought that there were no characters whom they actually liked. I wouldn’t dream of wanting to ‘correct’ them, or dissuade them from their point of view. When you send your work out into the world, you no longer have any say how it will be received. My reviewers have been most generous and I am not going to affront them by saying they are wrong.

Anti-hero

Robert Reith, the anti-hero of the novel, is a dangerous sociopath, after all. He is a proxy murderer. He is responsible for the ruin of at least three people and rarely exhibits even the palest flicker of empathy for anyone around him.

It is true that there are traumatic elements in his childhood but nothing that might explain what he becomes or redeem what he does. In fact, he shows signs of objectifying other people from early on.

A Certain Sympathy

And yet, I have a certain sympathy for my monster. He is ruthlessly honest with himself, admits that he is in love with a phantasm, and realises that he is destroying himself as well as his victims. He is also clever and funny. I think he might be amusing to be with, although I wouldn’t want to get to get too close. Perhaps, if Jung was right, I was probing my own hidden nature in creating him; or if Freud was right, I was revealing my own turbulent id.

The Literary Zone

Well, perhaps. He shows classic signs of arrested development, certainly, and I wanted him to be psychologically coherent and convincing. However, I’m more interested in the literary zone of Reith’s existence. What I mean is that it is quite common for readers or viewers to be fascinated by a villain. Think Macbeth, think Richard III, think Fagin, Nosferatu, the Phantom of the Opera or Hannibal Lecter. We would recoil in horror and disgust if we were to meet these manifestations of evil in reality. Nonetheless, we are intrigued. And then there is the primal bad boy himself, Old Nick. In Milton’s Paradise Lost, there is only ever any fun and excitement when Satan is on the scene; God and Jesus are priggish and boring. It is not enough that God is omniscient, but he has to act like the most wearisome know-all. Now, I could adduce plenty of evidence to show that this was not how Milton intended it to be read. But there it is: Satan seems glamorous.

And the other characters?

And the other characters in Martin? I feel sorry for poor Pavel and for Sir Philip, though I’m not sure I like them. Cecily is perfectly delightful – until, that is, her nasty puritanism is revealed. Martin, himself, I do like. In a previous existence, as a schoolmaster, I often found myself liking the mischievous boys. There is also a very sad little story half-concealed in Martin’s abysmal French exercise.

I think we relate to characters in literature rather differently from characters in real life and I think that underlines Wilde’s teasing apothegm at the top of this piece. I would hope that Reith is charming rather than tedious but I’m afraid, Oscar, that there is no escaping the fact that he is bad. I just rather hoped that readers might be intrigued with how very bad he is.

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