So, after reading 10th of December and digesting it for a bit, and then reading over other blog posts, I started thinking about how much Saunders loves utilizing the imaginations of young characters. He just can’t stop himself. Throw in those little tangents about baby deer fantasies, saving the girl from “Nethers” fantasies, those little games you play in your head like Kyle’s “What If Right Now?” –even song lyrics that bounce around your brain when appropriate.
That, and Saunder’s apparent fascination with death (read the article about his plane incident in Nell’s Saunder’s post) at first seemed very contradictory. From his writing, he seems to enjoy representing and exploring the imaginative zeal of youth, as well as all the messed up things in the world that have to do with death, and suicide, and what happens when you leave your body after 5 minutes of Darkenfloxx. However, he doesn’t limit his very intimate narration stand points, of being in a character’s head to just the teens. I wonder if by having these contrasting thought patterns and views of the world, and different sorts of fantasy (fighting monsters, vs giving daughter nice birthday with a french waiter) what he is trying to “get at” and explore, is the evolution of one kind of brain to the other?
What changes, what is lost, what stays the same, how similar goals and wants mature in more mature people. I know he is a parent, so he already spends a lot of time figuring out how to relate his adult mind (which thinks about the possibilities of pancreatic cancer) to his child’s. I think parenting in general is such a common theme in his stories because it’s something he’s dealing with and thinking about in his daily life. They say write what you know, but it seems to me is Saunder’s is writing what he WANTS to know, and using “honest” and “realistic” characters and emotions to get himself to the point of knowing. The characters are a vehicle to get at the lessons he’s trying to understand himself and possibly teach his readers. (Is that far out/deep enough for you, Nell?)