Favourite male character
What can I say, I love the bad boys. The Heathcliffs and the Rochesters
Jesse from Kristin McCloy’s Velocity:
…he wants me and he is so sure of himself, all I have to do is respond, and I can’t help but respond, he calls everything I am up beneath his fingertips…Your mother wouldn’t like me, huh. I can tell he’s proud of this, that he likes to be considered dangerous. I almost tell him that my mother is dead, but then I don’t. I look at him wondering what my mother would think…surely she would be struck by those eyes. Any woman would. Even a dead woman.
but I also adored Henry from Audrey Niffenegger’s novel The Time Traveler’s Wife. He is so beautifully, tragically, romantic.
I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going, and she cannot follow.
I also admired Jack, the narrator of Frederick Busch’s book Girls. Damaged, ironic, tough and sometimes so funny, Jack is a character who seemed very real to me.
I am not unintelligent. “You are not an unintelligent writer,” my professor wrote on my paper about Nathaniel Hawthorne…He ran into me at dusk one time, when I answered a call about a dead battery and found out it was him… You are not an unintelligent driver, I said.”