Quiet
moment for Prince while you all sing the next line in your head.
And...
moving on.
It being
the Halloween season, I thought it’d be worthwhile to blab on about something
I’ve referred to once or thrice here as
the insanity defense. Like most times you’ve heard this phrase invoked,
it’s a cheap cop-out. While it’s most
noticeable in films and television, you can also find it in books, and in
several graphic novels.
Alternately,
sometimes certain events or moments just have to happen in my story. It’s been all plotted out and I need a reason
for the characters to do this so that and that can happen a bit later.
I also know I need an in-story motivation for these events, no matter
how bizarre or unlikely they are.
Faced with
these challenges, sometimes I might be tempted to fall back on the easiest
solution I can.
I’ll say
the character is insane.
Now they don’t
need a motivation, right? He or she is just doing this stuff because,
well... they’re insane.
Alas, this
is pretty much hands-down the laziest writing I can ever do (not to mention kinda insulting to anyone suffering from actual emotional or mental issues). All characters need a solid reason to do the things they do, and
when I decide to use insanity as a justification for any of my character's actions, abilities, or behaviors, it just
shows that I’m too lazy to work out a real motivation. The plot needs to be driven forward, and
there’s no logical reason for this to happen, so I’ll just say someone’s crazy
and relieve myself of the need to be logical.
It’s a cheap way to hide my button-pushing.
Just to be
clear, madness in and of itself is not a bad thing (speaking from a character
point of view, of course). The Joker. Renfield. Hannibal Lecter. Calvin “Cal” Zabo. All of these characters are insane to
different extents and are all pretty much magnificent either in print or on the
screen.
Thing is,
the writers behind these characters all realized the key point I’d like
to make here.
The Joker
believes he can prove that everyone, at heart, is ruthless and psychotic, just like him. Renfield believes eating insects and spiders
means he’s eating their life-essence and extending his own. Hannibal Lecter doesn’t consider himself
bound by the standards and taboos of the human race, giving him a cold
ruthlessness that sometimes makes the Joker almost look normal. The writers behind these characters didn’t
just fall back on “they’re insane.” Each character has an actual motivation for
their actions.
A few times
here I’ve mentioned my fairly awful college novel, The Trinity. In said book, the antagonist
is insane. As he sees it, in the book of
Genesis, God rewarded Abel for sacrificing a sheep but turned his nose up at
Cain’s much larger sacrifice of harvested fruits and grains. When Cain did spill blood later (Abel’s), God
“rewarded” him with a mark that said no man would ever be able to lay hands on
him. Based off this, my villain's
determined God wants us all to kill as many people as possible. A twisted interpretation, granted, but see
where it's coming from? He’s not killing people
because he’s insane, he’s killing them because, from his point of view, this is what God wants. We can point at it and
say he’s doing Y because he believes X and expects Z as a result.
There’s an
old joke you’ve probably heard that goes like this--one definition of insanity
is repeating the same action over and over and expecting different results. But let’s consider that for a moment. The implication is that Yakko is choosing to
repeat a given action (let’s say, shoving baloney into his pants) because it’s
his belief that the outcome of this action will be a certain, predictable
result--just not the one he’s getting.
He isn’t just shoving sandwich meat down there for no reason. He has a motive fueled by what he sees as logical expectations.
Y’see,
Timmy, insanity is not a motivation.
It’s the lens the characters are seeing their motivation through. Madness doesn’t make them irrational, just...
differently rational. To quote another
joke, “Just because I’m crazy doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”
Now, there
is still a place for that sort of mindless madman (or madwoman) gibbering in
the corner, lurking in the attic, or chopping up attractive teens at the old
summer camp. But we’re probably going to talk about that in two weeks, as we
get closer to Halloween.
Next time,
I’d like to talk about the Game of Rassilon.
Until
then... go write.
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