I am not by nature a social creature, although you would not know that by looking at my calendar these last several months. Last night I was at an event populated by members of the Madding Crowd. I was busy making covert notes, cleverly disguised as jottings about the wine I was drinking, which is all that gets me through these things. The wine, not the note taking.
As a general rule, crowds make me nervous. As a further general rule, I do not trust people. You can, therefore, see the difficulty. In crowded settings I cannot keep track of the advancement of evil UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE. And lest you think I am making this up (I am not) just take a look at Elias Canetti’s Crowds and Power.
I rest my case.
This whole exercise is research for a pivotal scene in my WIP, in which there are many simmering hostilities and evils afoot. Without doubt, much drama was going on beneath the surface last night. How much of it was evil is anyone’s guess. The trick is to peel back the layers of the surface niceties to uncover the malevolent motives. And if they aren’t there, well then, I will just make them up.
San Angelo Pinot Grigio and I are wrapping up this weekend.