Apr
11
2009

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Fictional Crushes

OK, don’t tell my husband, but I have a fictional crush.  That is, I have a crush based on a fictitious character.  I think I’ve always had one, but the object of my literary love has always changed with my own chapter in life.  When I was a little girl, I swooned over Peter Pan (the Michael Hague one, not the Disney version).  My friend once asked me, “It’s because he never grows up, right?”  Duh, no!  It’s because the guy can fly.  I mean is that sexy or what?!

Then I moved on to Robin Hood.  I don’t know, maybe I had a thing about guys in tights.  But clearly there was a trend here in dashing, swashbuckling types.

When I was in high school and full on into my comics book phase (which has yet to end, I must say) I totally crushed on Namor, the Submariner.  He was soon replaced by The Sandman (Neil Gaiman‘s doppelganger) and you could throw John Constantine in there as well (not the type played by Keanu Reeves in the movie, however.  No, I pictured Constantine as more the Sting-in-Dune or an early Kenneth Branagh type)

And speaking of Kenneth Branagh, let’s not forget my little passion for Shakespeare’s Puck character.  I was always into guys who liked to laugh, so I guess the whole “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” thing really floated my boat.  And don’t even get me started with Prince Hal or I’ll have to take a cold shower.

I’ve since advanced to having a crush on Sirius Black.  I even had it prior to Gary Oldman’s contributions, but he’s really pushed it over the top.

Look, read into my fictitious crushes as you will.  Many of them, for instance, straddle different worlds:

Peter Pan – London and Neverland

Robin Hood – castle-life and Sherwood

Namor – land and water

The Sandman – sleeping and awake

John Constantine – Earth and Hell,

Puck – Fairies and Humans,

Prince Hal – Henry IV’s England and Falstaff’s Tavern,

Sirius Black – well, he’s an animagus, just for starters 

But the fact is that my fictitious love life began with my love of books.  I may not crush on Edward, and Jacob may not make me swoon, but I understand the feelings that make a person deeply love a character.  And I feel so badly for students who come to me by middle school not having felt passionately for a book, much less a character.  

It’s a richness in life that has been lost on them.  These kids, the ones who have not found reading yet, look around and see other students dying to get their hands on the latest in a series; and they don’t understand the enthusiasm.  They shrug it off like it’s a club whose velvet rope is impenetrable, and their shrug is their veiled disappointment in being locked out.  

But it is a veil.  And teachers need to know that students want to feel eager about reading.  I have never met a student who didn’t read who didn’t feel left out when others were reading.  They want in on the club. They want in on the jokes.  They want in on the passion.  

Don’t see the shrug and write off that student as uncaring.  Make sure, as a teacher, that you are reading what’s behind seeming indifference.  Get a book in their hands, and keep putting books in their hands, until they bust open the door to the club. 

 

 

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  • Mary Tedrow says:

    Ha,ha! I have a joke with my teaching friends and my students that you should have a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ in every area of interest in your life – a crush, if you will. That means a movie star, columnist, blogger, music, etc.
    For instance, just the other day was my poetry boyfriend’s birthday, Billy Collins! My real life girlfriends and I all celebrated online. Ah, to be young and a groupie!

  • heather says:

    Hey Mary!
    My parents always said that they would forgive each other one night with one celebrity of their choice. I think my mom was Jimmy Smitts (from his NYPD Blues Days) and my dad’s was Susan Sarandon (from her Rocky Horror days). I think they’ve changed since I last asked, however. Meanwhile, I may be pining over Sirius Black, but my husband still claims I’m his fairy tale. Actually, I think it has more to do with the fact that he’s listened to the whole Audible.com sci-fi section (no joke) and there’s not a lot of sexy in the Dune series. “But what about Lady Jessica?” I asked.
    “The book’s nothing like the movie,” he replied.
    See? Only by reading could you have this conversation.
    Thanks for commenting, Mary. I look forward to reading more from you at TLN!
    -Heather
    aka Tweenteacher

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