Sorry this
is late, by the way. Yesterday was early
Christmas lunches with family and parties at night with friends.
Speaking of
which, one last push before Christmas—you can still order Kindle books as last
minute gifts and my publisher has a ton of them on sale for dirt cheap prices,
including my own Ex-Heroes.
You can also pick up the Kindle version of The Eerie Adventures of the Lycanthrope Robinson Crusoe for half off the paperback price.
Now, with
all that out of the way... let’s get back to our title subject.
One thing I
stumble on a lot in stories is names.
Sometimes writers will load up every single character in their
manuscript with a proper name. I
read through and I know the given name of the cabbie, the waitress, the office intern, the homeless guy at the
freeway exit, the woman whose ahead of the main character in line at the
grocery store. It doesn’t matter how
important—or unimportant—they are to the story, they get a name.
Another
thing that makes for a troublesome read is when there are lots of people with
similar names. Sometimes, if there are
enough of them, it can just be the first letter of the name. Believe it or not, I read two scripts this year by two different people, but each screenplay was loaded with
names that began with the letter J.
There was Jason, Jackie, Jerry, Jonathan, Javarius, Jacob, Jenny, and
even a Jesus. I read one the year before where everyone’s
name began with P. Since names are the
reader’s shorthand for characters, making them confusing is not a great way to
go.
What I’d
like to do now is to suggest a simple rule of thumb that can eliminate both of
these potential problems. And I’d like
to illustrate this rule of thumb with a popular character most of you probably
know...
Calvin
and Hobbes was created by Bill Watterson back at the end of that ancient
decade known as the ‘80s. The glaciers
had retreated, a few mammoths still wandered the plains, and I had just started
college in western Massachusetts. The
two title characters were Calvin and his stuffed tiger, but after them the two
people we saw the most were Calvin’s long-suffering mom and sometimes
just-as-mischievous dad (no real question where Calvin got it from). Their names, as any fan of the series knows,
were Mom and Dad.
No,
seriously. That was it. Mom and Dad.
I challenge anyone here to find a single scrap of evidence from the
decade or so of Calvin and Hobbes strips that shows these two characters
have any names past that.
There’s a
simple explanation for why they didn’t.
The entire strip is done from Calvin’s point of view. In his world, people randomly transmorgify
into giant bugs or space aliens.
Dinosaurs are still common if you know where to look. And those two adults in his house with the
sagging poll numbers are just Mom and Dad.
Not “just” in the sense that they’re diminished somehow—they simply
don’t have any identity past what Calvin’s given them.
A
character’s name should be what your main characters refer to them by. If my main character doesn’t know their name
(and never will) there’s probably not a reason for the reader to know it. Calvin never thinks of his parents as
anything other than Mom and Dad, so within the story of Calvin and Hobbes
they never get names, just those simple titles.
It’s not
just Calvin and Hobbes, of course. There
are a lot of examples where storytellers don’t name someone because it’s
unrealistic for the main character(s) to know that name. A few other well-known characters without
names include...
--The
little red-haired girl
--The alien
bounty hunter from X-Files
--The other
woman
--House’s
cellmate
--The cute
blonde waitress
It didn’t
lessen any of these characters to not have actual names. If anything, you could probably make the case
that some of them were more memorable because they didn’t have names—it added
to their sense of mystery.
Consider it
this way. Stephen King’s novella “Rita
Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption” is about Red, Andy, and the other prisoners. Because of this very few of the guards get
named, even though there are dozens of them in the story. They’re the outsiders. But in King’s The Green Mile it’s the
guards who are the focus of the story so most of the prisoners don’t get names,
even though there are hundreds of them in the prison.
Or, if you
prefer, consider this. If you’ve ever
worked as a waiter or waitress, or ran the checkout counter at a store, how
many of your customers could you name?
On the flipside, can you name the waiter from the last time you went
out? Or the clerk the last time you
bought something? They were probably
even wearing a nametag, but I bet you can’t.
And the reason you can’t is because they weren’t important to your
story.
While
giving every character a name helps show how well-thought out the world is, in
the long run it makes a story confusing.
If your main character doesn’t know who someone is, there’s nothing
wrong with just calling them Man #3 or the other girl, and it usually makes for
a much cleaner, easier read when you don’t have to info-dump half a dozen names
on each page.
Next time,
I thought I’d do my annual sum-up of the year in writing.
Merry
Christmas, Happy Hanukah, and a general Happy Holidays to you all.
Try not to
take the whole week off from writing.
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