“Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
A conversation between my husband of many years and myself.
Coe: What are you so busy scribbling on that paper?
Me: I am naming my characters.
Me: Hey. All those sniper books you read? Those characters did not name themselves. Well, ok, maybe they named themselves, but they did not write it down for Lee Childs, et al. He had to write it down himself.
Coe: Oh right. Well, how hard can it be to name the characters?
Me: Seriously. I have twenty characters to name, consistent with their ancestral background in the 1920s.
Coe: So I guess you can’t name them Justin and Brittney.
Notwithstanding this scintillating exchange, I have, in fact, named all 20 of the identified characters in MBTB. Now I can stop referring to them by the odd designations of “victim,” “crazy vet,” “Cop/captain/sergeant.” While their personalities and back stories are still emerging, they now have names.
Next, faces. Thank you, Google images.
And to cap this rather odd evening, I am enjoying an unusual wine for me – the Mezzek – a Bulgarian red blend of Cabernet Sauvignon and Mavrud.