The main character of a book/story/movie etc. must engender sympathy -- something the reader can relate to. I'm using the word sympathy in the literary sense, not as the common way to describe the "aww, that's too bad" emotion. Even an evil character (like Hannibal Lector) must be someone whom you "love to hate" or "love to fear" versus someone whom you can't stand.
There is a certain type of anti-gun character that undercuts my sympathy -- the hoplophobic weenie. I can sympathize with other types of anti-gun characters. I can find them compelling and interesting even as I dislike what they stand for. But the weenies simply turn me off.
I just finished The Da Vinci Code. Did anyone else role their eyes at the hoplophobia of the main character, Langdon? Every time he had to handle a gun, he couldn't wait to be rid of the eeeevil thing. (Then again, perhaps that's an accurate portrayal of an Ivy League professor).
Incidentally, I would have found the book to be an utter disappointment regardless of the anti-gun stuff. I'm a huge fan novels about conspiracy theories (it's even behind my handle, dischord). I've read and re-read books like Illuminatus! and Foucault's Pendulum. The Da Vinci Code is just a hollow hack job in comparison.
If Foucault's Pendulum is a beautiful, hand-engraved Beretta over/under, Da Vinci Code is a plastic toy that shoots suction-cup darts.
There is a certain type of anti-gun character that undercuts my sympathy -- the hoplophobic weenie. I can sympathize with other types of anti-gun characters. I can find them compelling and interesting even as I dislike what they stand for. But the weenies simply turn me off.
I just finished The Da Vinci Code. Did anyone else role their eyes at the hoplophobia of the main character, Langdon? Every time he had to handle a gun, he couldn't wait to be rid of the eeeevil thing. (Then again, perhaps that's an accurate portrayal of an Ivy League professor).
Incidentally, I would have found the book to be an utter disappointment regardless of the anti-gun stuff. I'm a huge fan novels about conspiracy theories (it's even behind my handle, dischord). I've read and re-read books like Illuminatus! and Foucault's Pendulum. The Da Vinci Code is just a hollow hack job in comparison.
If Foucault's Pendulum is a beautiful, hand-engraved Beretta over/under, Da Vinci Code is a plastic toy that shoots suction-cup darts.
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