I was faced with a dreadful choice. Having eagerly awaited
the next book from my favourite author and received it as a Christmas present,
I was looking forward to re-joining characters I’d grown to love as friends
over many years. But wait – why is the book dedicated to a major character?
Within the first few pages I realised what the author was about to do. He was
going to let her die.
I stopped reading, aghast. I don’t want her to die! She’s so
strong, so important, and someone I look up to. What do I do? If I stop reading
I’ll miss out on the whole book, but if I read on I’m condemning her to death
and the sadness will colour all my memories of her. Life in this fictional
world without her is unthinkable. If I put the book down and walk away, she
will live on and be alive forever in my mind, always someone I can return to
when I re-read previous books. I can give her eternal life by never letting her
die on the page.
My hand hovered over the book as I debated whether to close
it. I couldn’t walk away.
Through a mist of tears I read on, watched my favourite
character prepare for death, and watched the other characters grieve for her loss
just as I did. It was heart-breaking.
Several damp hankies later I was engrossed in the story as it
moved forward without her, and I made it to the end of the book.
What would you do as a reader? Save the character and forgo
the book? Or read on and suffer the loss?
What would you do as a writer? Could you subject your
readers to such pain after giving them a character they loved? I’m guessing
George R.R. Martin has no qualms about it, but I’d like to believe other
authors think long and hard about the effect on readers before they kill off a
favourite. Perhaps it was this particular author’s nearness to death that allowed
him to bring her life to an end – but I’d really rather he hadn’t.
Bev Robitai
PS. I hope no spoilers were issued in the writing of this blog, but
it was hard to avoid!
Not sure what is worse, having a beloved character die when you know other characters will live on, or having the author die and know that the end has come. I felt that way when Robert B Parker died. With him died Spenser and Hawk, two of my favourite characters ever. Never again would I revel in the snappy dialogue, the detailed sartorial descriptions or the devotion of Spenser to his Susan. Now that's grief!
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