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Have you ever been haunted by a character, one who inhabits your imagination for days, months or years? Acquiring a life of his own, he leaps from the page and burrows inside us.
Where Are A Novelist's Characters Born?
Think of Dickens Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge or Shakespeares King Lear or Macbeth? And then, of course, more recently, Hannibal Lector bursts from the mind of the novelist Thomas Harris and frightens us from the screen in the movie The Silence of the Lambs
Where did these characters come from? And what makes them so vivid that we carry them in our psyches for years? Its not enough to say that they arise from the imagination of their creators.
Maybe there is a clue in the thoughts of one of my favorite authors, Robertson Davies. [Deptford Trilogy, The Cornish Trilogy]
Unless the writing rises from the only true fountain of inspirationand the Unconscious has shown itself to be not timely, but timelessit will not be first rate.
As writers, we may plot the life and actions of a character to our hearts content. We may apply intellectual reason to the creation and birth of a character, but it will be to no avail. Because, when it comes right down to it, the only thing that matters is where that character comes from within the writer. If we try to create him by rational thought alone, he is almost certain to fall flat and be easily forgotten.
So whats so special about the unconscious mind? Thats where creative psychic energy resides. According to Carl Gustav Jung, the Swiss psychiatrist, the artist [writer] has unusual access to the realms of the subconscious and all the creative energy it contains. Although we are usually unaware of it, our unconscious dream life continues even when we are going about our daily business. Those fantasies float up unbidden to the surface of the conscious mind of creative writers or artists. When he or she is doing some mundane task like shopping, one of those haunting characters may be born right in the aisle between the cereal and the detergent.
Does that writer rush home and write down everything that has emerged from the unconscious and then present it to the world as art? Hardly. Thats only the beginning. She may go deeper into the realms of the collective unconscious a sort of vast and completely disorganized library, which contains all the images, thoughts and energies Of all mankind from time immemorial. Plenty of material there to shape characters who live on in us! They stay with us because they are made of ancient material we all share as human beings.
Ive sometimes been asked how could you possibly create such a character as The Florist in Conduct in Question? Such a question is usually accompanied by an uneasy sidelong glance. Perhaps Im still trying to justify myself.
In Conduct in Question, the first in the Osgoode Trilogy, we meet the Florist, a sadistic murderer with an artistic flair, who believes he is called to judge the worthiness of his victims. When I was out for a walk on a beautiful spring day, I asked myself, what sort of person do I fear most? I soon realized it was of someone who took extreme pleasure in doing physical or mental harm to another. A joyful sadist if you like. But how to make him grow beyond a cardboard devil, who might be easily dismissed or laughed at?
To create a real devil, I think you must give him real human characteristics. Then we cannot deny he is a part of us. The Florist senses a lack of compassion within himself. Longing for it, he addresses his mother. I know what the word compassion means. But what does it feel like? Miraculously, even the Florist has a fleeting moment of redemption, when he does experience compassion. Loving art, The Florist labors to create the lyrical lines of the painter Matisse, as he carves human flesh. He takes his task of judging the worthiness of his victims with utmost seriousness. Sound mad enough a Devil for you? But with these human touches, he cannot be so easily dismissed.
Back to Robertson Davies who writes,
But I know that there is one thing he [the Devil] is: he is a personal element in everybodys nature, and he may be defined as everything that a man or woman condemns, detests, and is certain that he or she is not.
Is that the answer? The Devil is in all of us to one degree or another. Most of us succeed in keeping him under wraps in the unconscious depths. But we cannot deny he is there. Have a look at Conduct in Question and see the results of one writers attempt to capture him from down below and put him on the page.