Happy endings are not always the best call

In a story I am contributing to together with my Anglo-Irish literary shadow, I imagine there will be a desire on the part of the reader to see the protagonist, named Alev, and her love interest find a way of being together in the end. Alev’s love for him, however, is too precious to her to risk it by telling him the truth. By leaving as it is suggested at present, she can always live with the notion he loves her still in a way that is pure, unsullied by the harsh realities of the corrupt and venial world they both live in. This love is further enhanced, in Alev’s mind, by the idea he will see her departure as a sacrifice, an effort to spare him the censure and embarrassment that would surely come if it was discovered she was an agent of the Turk, or worse.

I know this is a wee too deep for some reader and wholly unsatisfactory to others. That is unfortunate. What this case highlights is the tension that a writer faces when writing his or her story, for they often times find themselves asking who it is they are writing for. This is the question the storyteller must deal with at critical points as they weave their tale, particularly when they are about to kill off a character that has endeared him or herself to the reader or, as if often the case when I’m the executioner, the writer.

Let me put it another way. Who is truer to the craft, the starving artist who will not sacrifice the integrity of their story, or the popular writer who pumps out cookie cutter versions of the same thing aimed at appeasing the reader, changing only the names of their characters and the setting? The answer is simple. Both are, for both have achieved what they seek, allowing each to live with themselves and thus enjoy their chosen pursuit, though each might think the other to be delusional or sadly misguided.

Resolving dichotomies such as the one described in the first paragraph are what make a character come alive in a story. It all lays in how the character and his or her background and motivation is framed and presented. As those of you who have gone through transition, I expect you found out there is no ‘presto-chango’ changes in how you came to view the world, the people in it and, most importantly, yourself as you were doing so. It was all been evolutionary and episodic, with each changes in attitude and decision ignited by an event or a change in circumstances. Just as you went from being who you were the day before you decided to started to who you are today, characters in stories you write, provided you are a writer, must travel down that path we call life, dealing with the people and occurrences they are confronted by as they do so as they come across them. Sometimes they are greeted with happiness and sunshine at the end of their journey. Sometimes, as in the case of Alev, they don’t.

Any who, that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

HW Coyle

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