Coming to Terms with Being a Manic Pixie Dream Girl
As a Man, Whatever That Means
I grew up on Power Rangers (and Animorphs — they’re interchangeable for this metaphor). It turns out that prepared me well for dealing with literature writ large. This is a vast oversimplification, but most stories, in order to be appealing but not too challenging, have a handful of simplified characters who, when combined, make up one deeply flawed, realistic personality.
Choose an ensemble cast in any show or movie. Choose one you like. Odds are, you sympathize to different degrees with EVERYONE in that show. You probably have your favorite, you probably have one that you like least, but if it’s a halfway decently written show/movie/book with even a shallow attempt to make its characters different from each other, you’ve nodded along with the trials of each of the characters at different points and seen a bit of yourself in them.
That’s because a fictional character is simpler than a real person. Has to be. A fictional person goes through less. The only way to write a fictional person who’s compelling is to choose a few character traits and make those the traits defining the character. In real life, even the simplest human has more going on than the most complex fictional character.
