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They came in their thousands, queuing through the night to secure one of the coveted wristbands offering entry into a strange parallel universe where medical care is a free and basic right and not an expensive luxury. Some of these Americans had walked miles simply to have their blood pressure checked, some had slept in their cars in the hope of getting an eye-test or a mammogram, others had brought their children for immunisations that could end up saving their life.
Are deaths from cancer meaningful? What about folks who get hit by cars? Aneurysms? Hell, are all military deaths even meaningful? Especially when it's another malfunctioning fucking helicopter (do you know how many service men and women we've lost to those?)
Now I realize, we want fictional deaths to be meaningful. They must, of course, serve the narrative, and if we've ever taken a writing class we learn "something has to happen and something has to change." But real life isn't like that. Sometimes shit doesn't happen. Sometimes shit doesn't change. And, sometimes, a death doesn't mean anything. But the life did.
Look, I get, I really, really get, that for a lot of people Ianto's death is very much what Snape's "snake bubble to the head" anti-climax of a death was for me. And I am so entirely with you on the weird emotional thing we're all still doing with it.
But my mallet of perspective is all the people losing people all around me. And that mallet of perspective isn't the moment of loss, but the process of it. I realize lots of you guys have that mallet of perspective too -- and for you fiction matters because it's a solace, because stories should tell us that life is better than that and that there are reasons for terrible things and that they are beautiful, and give us something to believe in, in our heads when it's hard to have anything in our actual lives to be solaced by. I get that too.
But for whatever reason, I'm not like that. Fiction isn't my escape; it's my preparation.
So maybe the death was meaningless (which I don't agree with in endless rambly meta I typed weeks ago, but maybe I'm totally wrong! maybe it doesn't matter -- it's just TV and there's no such thing as the truth anyway and this is all just opinions besides). But to me, it doesn't matter. Because the life wasn't meaningless, fictional though it may have been. It sure wasn't meaningless to the other characters. And it wasn't meaningless to us, out here, looking at that screen.
It is so primal and strange, this demand for control in the face of the void, this wanting of a good death for people. I thought it was a good death, even if it wasn't a needful one (i.e., the plan sucked, but I think there was a reason for that). Others don't. But it was a good life, and in the end, shouldn't that count more?
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Date: 2009-08-22 01:09 am (UTC)The dress btw is awesome.
Your thoughts on Ianto and CoE make a lot of sense, thank you. I keep going back and forth with that whole thing. I knew his death was coming. Dramatically it was pretty much a given. I was frustrated with the plot holes that I saw and the feel of the lack of planning, but I do see your points, and the ones from the post that was linked in the comments (thank you to all, that was also very interesting). I personally dont like RTD's statements about Ianto needing to die to make Jack's actions happen in day five. I dont see that as making any sense. Jack's screwed up and broken and has already sacrificed lots of lives for various reasons. I dont see that the writing gives us the support to his words. But hey, that's me, and they got to make what they made.
your point is well taken - death happens and the life lived is what is meaningful regardless of how the death appears. I think if there is anything we would do well to learn as humans, er, make that one of the things, it is this. I think it might help us cherish life a little more if we could hold on to this concept.
"Fiction isn't my escape; it's my preparation."
This is a really interesting thought, thank you.
When I stop to think about it, what I read is often my escape, but what I write is my processing, even in my fiction. I suspect that is either a tangent or something off to the side of what you mean by preparation, but it does seem to be what my head does.