Here’s this week’s weblog tour question:
IF I COULD STEP INTO THE LIFE OF ANY FICTIONAL CHARACTER (BOOK, MOVIE, TV) I WOULD CHOOSE ____________ BECA– USE __________.
Clearly I should pick someone from my own book, right, to promote it? And all I can say is, if you’re in my Seven Archangels universe, you want to be one of the Cherubim, because they annoy everyone other than other Cherubim, but you do not want to be Gabriel, because he gets too many of the conflicts thrown his way.
But that would be too much shameless self-promotion even for me, so clearly I need to think of an actual answer.
When I was in high school, I came across a graphic novel copy of the entire Phoenix Saga from the X-Men. I read that book a hundred times, maybe more. I’d re-read sections over and over, just getting the whole angsty tragedy of it down deep into my heart. I loved the Phoenix. I wanted to be the Phoenix.
What was there not to love? She fulfilled everything a misfit fifteen/sixteen year old thought made a worthwhile life. As the Phoenix, Jean Grey had a cool name. She was beautiful. She was insanely powerful, but she also used it for Goodness. She was a telepath, and I always thought telepathy would be the best power: to be able to get into the heads and hearts of other people and really know what they loved, what they felt. Also, she could fly. I would love to be able to fly.
Even more, Jean Grey was surrounded by people who loved her and knew her and trusted her implicitly. She had, although a mutant and a misfit, managed to form a family for herself and find a place she belonged and a way to make her differences benefit the world around her. Although she could pass for “normal” when she needed to.
As for the story itself, she had a darkness inside her, an evil self hungering for power and which she kept under a control so tight that no one else knew about it. And yet, once it escaped, it exploded from her. It destroyed first her enemies, then threatened to destroy her world.
Finally, although her friends and teammates were willing to sacrifice themselves because they believed in her, she realized she needed to make The Ultimate Sacrifice in order to save the universe. And so, alone with the man she loved, she died.
Overall, there’s nothing in there not to love if you happen to be a dramatic, overly-emotional teenage misfit. I used to draw pictures of the Phoenix. I would run through the story in my head sometimes, and occasionally I would write a story that mimicked the entire Phoenix Saga, only with my own characters.
I’ve outgrown that obsession, but I still have a lingering love for the Phoenix. I know Jean Grey has been resurrected and died again fifty times in the intervening years, and for all I know she may be alive in some incarnation of the X-Men right now, but really, I’d prefer to leave her the way she died: having reached the pinnacle of her inner strength at the moment she realized her own powerlessness against the evil inside her heart.
Other weblogs participating in the tour:
http://wryexchange.com/ Wry Exchange
http://fatgirlartist.blogspot.com/ Amy Rose
http://www.drunkenhousewife.com/ The Drunken Housewife
http://hijinksshenanigans.blogspot.com/ Hijinks’s Shenanigans