When I was in school I minored in psychology, quite by accident
on my part, and high hopes on my advisor’s part. Trust me, psychology is
nothing more than manipulating people through learned behaviors and that kind
of power in my hands is not a good thing. It was good thing I did when I
refused to take the three or four credit hours I needed for the double major.
Several times a year some old school friends and I get
together in a chat room and catch up, and we always have a December get
together. End of year sort of thing. We’ve lost a few members through death or
disinterest, but the five core members of our little group have remained. The
others in our group all graduated from medical school, except one, who didn’t
like the pressure and went into pharmaceuticals, I think. I was the only one in
an “allied field” as it’s become known, as I majored in biology, molecular
biology to make that point as fine as possible. I was very good at microbiology
and was fascinated with the mitochondrion since I discovered it as age eleven.
I’m the only one who doesn’t work in science at all. I left
the field over twenty years ago, in pure disgust over the environmentalists
ruining peer review and grant begging. I made the observation that if you
wanted to get your grant money just add, “…and its effect on the environment.” To
the end of any abstract. It’s now called global warming.
I received a fair amount of ribbing when I began writing
romance books. I read them in college in between science texts and trade
journals. I’ve been listening to jokes about my bodice rippers for over thirty
years. I can take a joke. However, when I dived into the pool of people who
wrote them, that brought my friends up short. For the first time, I heard, from
them, that I was throwing my education away, and didn’t I feel guilt for not
using my education for the betterment of mankind. I know, I laughed that they
really didn’t know me if they could say that with a straight face.
So, I explained. I had already had two glasses of scotch and
some Christmas cookies, so I completely did everything off the cuff from vague
memories of Dr. William’s and Dr. Cadwalder’s lectures on abnormal psychology
and psychological paradigms.
I have re-read the logs and this is what I have managed to
put together to justify my use of my education while writing what they consider
trivial chick lit.
Every genre of literature has an archetypal
hero/antihero/villain. All of these archetypes are based on innate fears we
bring into the world with us. Infants show fear of spiders and snakes before
exposure to those creatures, showing that fear is not a learned behavior, but
an innate one. That is why a fear of spiders can rarely be allayed, because it’s
part of our genetic makeup.
When we look back on evolution and evolutionary psychology,
humans have an innate fear of cat-snake-bird. This is our genetic fear of
things that hunt in trees that primates learn to identify and avoid. Our
eyesight is developed to be able to discern their markings in a tree so that
our primate ancestors could identify and thereby avoid predators.
The cat-snake-bird that breathes fire is a dragon, a symbol,
a representation of all of our fears as early man developed. The ultimate
predator. So, we need a warrior, a gladiatorial archetype to defend us against
this ultimate danger, a protector and thus was born the romantic archetype in
Chivalry, which is still present in our literature today.
The dragon was also the ultimate antihero in that it’s job,
in our mythology was the protector of virgins and treasure. Dragons are a
symbol that are found worldwide.
You can go back to Marduk, the Babylonian god who has a
dragon he’d made into a pet. Marduk had faced the danger, protected the world
and tamed the cat-snake-bird that breathed fire. He was the hero who slew
Tiamat, and used the pieces of her body to create heaven and earth. Tiamat had created
the dragons and monsters of the world before Marduk killed her. He is therefore
the savior or humanity, a hero.
So, the archetypes we use in romance writing for our protagonists
and antagonist go back sixty-million years. Much longer than literature itself.
Without even realizing what we are doing while we’re reading
we are identifying danger and protection through the imagery of the words. If
you doubt me, you’ve never read Byron.
In the past few years there has been a veritable gold rush
in the genre of paranormal romance. You cannot swing a dead cat without hitting
someone who is writing about vampires, werewolves or dragons.
Vampires, werewolves and dragons are all literary devices
which all hearken back to the cat-snake-bird because they are the ultimate predators
and therefore an extraordinary hero is needed to vanquish them. And so, we
created the Knight Errant.
It was at this point I was basically in pure bullshit mode
and pulling things out of my ass from long forgotten lectures and books read on
evolutionary psychology and the thimble of knowledge I have on anthropology. I
had to throw in the Babylonian mythology because it was something I’d recently
read and it fit. I was literally putting this together as I wrote.
All of my scholarship, bogus and real, garnered one response.
“Wow. You’ve really given this some thought.”
Yes, I had thought long and hard before I sat down to begin
writing down the stories that had inhabited my brain for far too long. I never
begin any endeavor without giving it a great deal of thought and trying to
figure out all the angles, because I’ve spread myself very thing several times
over my life and I don’t want to get back into that place.
It may seem frivolous to many that some people choose to
write about magic, space travel, other worlds, but for many of us this is
serious business. I don’t write my stories for the money. I think my royalty
statements prove that. I write because I have characters and plots in my head
trying to get out. There are several writers I know who tell me their
characters speak to them, demanding their story be written. Now. I get that, I
really do.
Yes, I write romance books. I write interesting stories that
I think tell good stories. Just because they seem silly to some, does not mean
they are silly at the basic root of the tale. As with all human stories, they
are cautionary tales to teach people to beware of the dangers of the
cat-snake-birds in our midst, how to identify and avoid them. I can’t think of
anything more important than that.
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