Noir for the Age of Collapse

Tag: character

  • Are We the Bad Guys?

    Are We the Bad Guys?

    Villains are interesting to me. So much so that I think I might have made one into a hero in The Silent Season. I’m not the first to do it, popular culture is full of “villain thinks they’re the hero” tropes. One could even say that a good villain is always the hero of their own story.

    Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? […] I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. […] You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. […] My existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because, deep down, in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall.

    We use words like “honor”, “code”, “loyalty”. We use these words as the backbone of a line spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time, nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said “thank you,” and went on your way.

    The quote above is taken from the famous “You can’t handle the truth!” monologue, in “A Few Good Men”, delivered in scenery-chewing brilliance by the movie’s villain, Colonel Jessup, played by Jack Nicholson.

    The delivery is so credible that it’s difficult to say where Nicholson’s scenery chewing ends and Jessup’s begins. Besides acting talent, part of that is our almost Pavlovian expectation that a villain will monologue, often just before a key moment, or maybe even their downfall. But a more important part is the performative nature of villainy itself.

    I’ll explain.

    When executed poorly, a villain monologue provokes eye-rolls in the audience or readership, but it’s a cliché for a reason. Pop-culture conditioning aside, it’s natural for a villain to monologue because a villain doesn’t want to believe they’re wrong, despite ample evidence.

    A well-written villain will believe in an end, even if it’s not stated outright. Over the course of the story, they will employ increasingly horrific means towards this end, causing tension, conflict, and other plot mechanics.

    But mustache-twirling doesn’t come naturally to humans. So, faced with the rising moral cost of their actions, a villain will sink deeper into justification, a coping mechanism for their growing cognitive dissonance.

    So I think a lot of times we’re looking at a villain monologue cliché through the wrong lens. Maybe it’s not a plot device meant to do exposition, or give the hero time to escape. Cue the eye-roll.

    Instead, it might be a character moment, their sometimes literal confession. But it’s not for the hero or for the audience, it’s for themselves. Knowing they are in the wrong, but lacking the strength to stop, they say the things they say to resolve cognitive dissonance, to convince themselves to keep going.

    It can be the villain’s moment of vulnerability, their dwindling humanity laid bare for anyone who cares to see it. The tragedy is that we rarely do: we shrug or roll our eyes, waiting for the hero to intervene.

    By doing that, we protect ourselves against some cognitive dissonance of our own: by refusing to humanize the villain, the hero’s actions are better justified. What could have been ambiguous becomes a clean and happy ending.

    Villains are interesting because there’s a tiny villain in each of us.

  • I’ll Cash Her Check In The Morning

    I’ll Cash Her Check In The Morning

    She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps.

    I rewatched the intro to Sin City, a movie that’s almost old enough to drink in the States. I remember it made quite an impression on me, back then. I’d rewatched it over and over, immersed myself in the gritty world, marveled at the art direction, the visual storytelling. I read the graphic novel, cover to cover. Then I forgot about it for years at a time.

    A random YouTube video brought it back, and I rewatched the intro. In it, Josh Hartnett’s character, revealed at the end to be a killer for hire, seduces and dispatches a woman in a red dress in under three minutes.

    As with many memories, I was hesitant to rewatch it, for fear it would turn out weaker than I remembered, spoiling my evening and soiling my memory.

    I was lucky. It held up great, in all its stylized, pulpy, fan-servicing glory. It’s the over-the-top narration for me, the quintessential expression of noir.

    Re-reading some narration from The Silent Season immediately after, I could see the echoes clearly. It’s as if the film and graphic novel had sat buried deep in my subconscious for twenty years, quietly guiding my fingers as I wrote narration and monologues.

    Does Silent Season Michael strive to show empathy to his targets because I thought that would be interesting, or is he channeling Josh Hartnett’s character from a film that’s twenty years old? Is there a difference?

    I wonder what other influences the editing process will unearth.

  • Piece of Cake

    Piece of Cake

    (And other famous last words)

    I started writing The Silent Season from one idea that I found interesting: what if someone really enjoyed killing? Popular culture has a bunch of such characters, but one thing they all seem to have in common is some psychological condition that enables that. But what if that wasn’t the case?

    I believe the seed had been initially planted by Krombopulos Michael, a throwaway character in an episode of Rick and Morty, who introduces himself as: “I’m an assassin […], I just love killin’!” An exaggeration to be sure, humor through grotesque absurdity. I remember chuckling, and the concept stuck with me for some reason.

    Years later, the idea popped into my head and I started developing it. I asked myself: what if someone enjoyed killing, but in some way we haven’t seen before? Not because some urge, some higher purpose, or simply lack of empathy. What if there were no narrative crutch, no excuse for the character being the way they were? How would that even work?

    At the time, I was considering writing my first novel, and action had seemed like a good fit: I often go down rabbit holes, exploring how this or that works, why not guns, explosives, and assorted tech? And this would-be protagonist seemed to fit into the puzzle, his profession providing ample opportunity to create intriguing set pieces, as well as meditative bits in between, giving the reader time to breathe.

    OK, so now I just needed to write a flawed protagonist who channels his passion into profession. Despite being really into killing, he manages to remain at least somewhat sympathetic throughout the novel, and the reader finds themselves rooting for him despite themself. Oh, and the concept needs to not be edgy for the sake of being edgy. Piece of cake.

  • The Bleeding Persona

    The Bleeding Persona

    As I was re-reading a chapter to tighten the dialogue, remove extra adverbs, and other general cleanup, I noticed something surprising. Which feels weird to state, considering I was reading my own writing.

    A character’s backstory, hinted at within the chapter, shared a few beats with the protagonist’s. This had happened happened organically in the writing session, without me setting out to write it that way.

    Now I’m left wondering, is this diegetic? Is the protagonist attracting like-minded individuals, or the character exposing this specific aspect of their story to build rapport?

    Or is it writerly, my own subconscious creating an echo of the protagonist, or part of his persona bleeding into other characters?

    I’ll let you know if I ever find out.