When Did Bill Willingham Start Hating His Main Characters?

[redbrunja]

I just finished Fables volume 7, aka the last one the library has, and I'm left wondering,

When Did Bill Willingham Start Hating His Main Characters?

I mean, seriously, in the last two books we've spent more time with Rose Red than we have with Snow White and Bigby combined. I don't know about anyone else, but I'd really like to actually see the next stage of that relationship, or hell, just spent some time with the two people who spend five volumes kicking ass and taking names.

Also, Willingham has some really rigid ideas about gender.

Comments

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Indeed. And if you get too uppity, he'll ban you. So I'm trying to walk the straight and narrow and work on fanfic, since the universe is more awesome than what he's doing with it.

And I think that that's the best type of relationship; If you're identical, you'll share strengths, but also share weaknesses, and the whole won't be greater than the sum of its parts. If you're complete opposites, there might be strong passion and so forth, but that's not the sort of relationship that lasts. To have someone who makes you stronger, and who is strengthened by you in turn . . . that's the best you can ask for.

Yep. Going through a psychologically taxing time will understandably make someone self-centered. If they both went through horrible times, neither one would have given too much thought to what the other went through, and if they both kept it to themselves, they'd both assume that the other had it far easier than they did.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

It was especially leave your self-centered when you have no idea anyone else suffered - in your head, you're the only victem in the whole world.

Oh, what program did you use to open that cbr program? Because my computer is clueless.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

CDisplay Comic Reader (http://www.geocities.com/davidayton/CDisplay). It's simple yet very nifty.

*nodnod* Trauma does that to you. I have a theory that Snow took the poisoned apple willingly from her stepmother; she knew who she was, had a decent idea of her intentions, and ate it anyway. She had been given no reason to hope of rescue, and thinking of the rest of the world would only leave her feeling even more bitter, and facing more dissapointment when no help came.