"... Just as he’d gotten his life’s work going, just as he was planting the seeds of a new society, just as he was gaining followers willing to give up everything for justice and love,
he found out he was probably going to die, at the age of 33...."
When has your life experience caused you to change which character you identify with in an old story?
Or is this a big sermon cliché? First, we identify with
the sleeping disciples because blah blah blah but then etc. etc....
Eh. Maybe it's a big but great cliché. Let's have your examples.
I can't offhand think of any of my own, but I think of that mother in
the BBC documentary we were watching last night who described her son as always identifying with the villain in the story and who gives — as her one example —
Cruella De Vil. It's a power fantasy, and he doesn't seem to mind — mom says — that the character loses in the end. She probably thinks the BBC documentary viewer identifies with her, the devoted mother of a difficult child. Why would she have invited the documentarians into her home otherwise?
It's a cliché of documentaries to lure us into identifying with one character and then
tempting, then forcing us to switch to another character. How else are you going to build narrative energy? And yet you invite these devils into your home. They seem so empathetic as you open up not just your house but your soul.
I said I couldn't offhand think of any examples of my own, shifting from empathizing with one character to another. But now, in the context of that BBC documentary, I realize I do it all the time in blog posts. I get interested in one person, and I start writing, and I find — make?! — a narrative thread that ends up turning my empathy around. I'll bet there are over 1,000 examples of my doing that in this archive.
Perhaps you should turn against me. Perhaps I am the devil you've let into your house.