A few people have pointed out that my protagonist shares one or two (or, ahem, twenty-seven) of my own personality traits. Please don't judge her too harshly for this. In order to bring her to life, I made the unfortunate decision of infusing her with many of my own character flaws, greatly exaggerated (in most cases) of course for either comedic effect or dramatic impact. Without me, she would shine as a veritable Lara Croft who floats through life and legitimately kicks ass. I, on the other hand, have an alarming penchant for lovable losers and have dragged Evangeline down to my level because of this quirky idea I have of her as a lovable loser, who's going to have to a) pull her head out of her ass to get the job done, or b) succumb to madness and start talking to pillowcases already.
Many of my favorite movies have this in common: a loser/outcast who must undergo some degree of embarrassing transformation before our eyes. Examples, in no particular order: The Three Flavours Cornetto/Blood & Ice Cream Trilogy (first two, obvously-not a typo but the way I now pronounce obviously), Napoleon Dynamite, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Bedazzled (yes, you heard me), Rushmore, The Darjeeling Limited, Bottle Rocket, Brick.
What else do all of these movies have in common? All of the protagonists are MEN. Women are expected to pull their heads out of their asses at a young age apparently. Examples of adult women lacking emotional maturity **cough** Sex and the City **cough** can be found, but they lack the transformative properties that I love so much. Shallowness and spending $500 on shoes are apparently believable and forgivable sins for the continued behavior of womankind. But brooding and melancholia and a rich inner life? Please. That shit's for teenagers.
I didn't exactly like the movie Bridesmaids, but I was moved by it. After the movie, when my girlfriends complained about all the raunch, I dabbed at my teary eyes and was forced to admit that I found it to be quite sad and depressing, having identified a bit too much with the down-and-out main character.
Because this is a viewpoint that I haven't come across before in any medium, does it mean that the entire idea is ridiculous and not worth pursuing? Are women incapable of being lovable loser characters in need of redemption? Or have I just not pulled my own head out of my ass to accomplish what I set out to do? Which leads to the question: Does having a conceptual idea based on one's point of view and then unleashing it on the world qualify as art? Or is it automatically crap if no one else agrees with that perspective?
Bonus question: Can weird art/crap be improved, or is an overly eccentric project automatically doomed and unworthy?
In the past month this blog has been inundated by spam, and more than one handfull of creepy mud has been slung. I have no idea if that means I'm doing something right or horribly wrong. But I endure, falling over and/or collapsing on top of obstacles obstructing the path, just like Nick Frost in the aforementioned trilogy. My blurb is currently under construction. I hope to clarify that the book is definitely fantasy/horror/comedy. It's quirky and weird and even loser-y at times. But I believe in it. After all, I am a grizzled, occasionally likable (according to some) semi-loser/woman with a yearning for art, and an indelible need for redemption.