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I got some great answers from you in the comments. The desire to escape into another world was primary, along with capturing the magical feelings of childhood and, yes, pretty clothes!
But I think that it goes deeper than that. All genre fiction is an escape from reality to some degree. I'm not talking about nitty-gritty realistic or literary fiction, but the stuff that we read for fun. And it seems to me that, despite the general claim that traditional fantasy is out of mode, there is a faithful cache of readers who love it.
But why swords instead of six-shooters? Why magic instead of science?
These questions have plagued me for months, and I find myself uncharacteristically at a lost for answers. Being an analytical, big-picture kind of person, the fact that I can't pin it down bothers me. So here are my random theories, and I'm genuinely interested to know what other people think.
My first theory is that, due to the highly technological and time-bound culture in which we live, a world without machines or clocks or anything that ties us to half a billion other people every second of the day is tremendously appealing. I think we long for a sense of mental and personal space. A chance to find out who we are when not driven by the whip of technology. But we don't like being bored, either, which is why we want a story and not just a vacation to Ireland.
Not that Ireland is boring! I'm going to get myself in trouble here. I really want to go to Ireland some day. What I mean is... not just to reside in a castle somewhere for a week but to have an adventure populated with living, breathing contemporaries and an element of danger.
Speaking of danger, the world around us is dangerous enough. I take my life in my hands when I drive to work each morning in New Jersey traffic. I'm haunted by the images of body parts in the Moscow airport after last week's suicide bomb, and I would really like to know about the other people who were shot at the same time as Congresswoman Gifford. Who are they? How is their recovery process going? I actually gave my husband an itinerary of where I was going to be last Sunday at the Philly Area Writer's Meetup, in case someone decided to go on a shooting spree in Center City. It was eerie, knowing that was my conscious reason for being so detailed in communicating my plans. I'd never done that before.
But all of these things are out of our control. We can't go after the bad guys with a sword, or shoot a catapult at our irritating neighbor's house no matter how many times they block our driveway with their car. We need a release. I know that video games serve that purpose to an extent. I also believe that the reason the states in these "United States" don't break out into wars all the time like Eastern Europe does is that we have football instead. The solution to world peace is the NFL.
But besides just emotional release, we want a story. We want the struggle to have meaning. So much of life does seem meaningless. When your number is up, it's up. And when you lose your job, tough luck. There is a sense of drudgery underlying all the flash and hype. I am bombarded with ads constantly everywhere I go. "Be healthier. Have more fun. Eat this. Drink that. Wear these." But no matter how many {blank} I buy, I will still have to get up and go to work and meet my boss's (and my own) expectations, fight the traffic home again, make dinner, walk the dogs and cope with all the family stuff, good and bad, or with being sick or with not sleeping well.
It *feels* like a heroic struggle some days. Yesterday was one of them. I wasn't sure if I'd pull through. I had a killer headache, been unable to sleep the night before, spent two-and-a-half hours in traffic, had a huge presentation due at 2 p.m. that wasn't ready, and I really thought I'd just throw up right there in the big corporate meeting I'd been summoned to. But I didn't. When lunch was brought in I ate something, grabbed a Coke, slipped out to the atrium and finished my presentation. I gave it at 2:00 with enthusiasm and a smile, with much success.
But I felt like Faldur. I think that his character - totally unexpectedly - has tapped into something very deep in me. His endurance, discipline and unwillingness to let go of a mission, is something that I think I have been unconsciously cultivating my entire life. There are those of us Who Do It - and those of us Who Don't. Not that it's always a person's choice. I had a hard time at first with the concept of a "hero" until I realized that sometimes it's just a question of being born strong. (Or pig-headed, if you ask my husband.)
Some of us start out life charmed, and some struggle for every accomplishment. Marenya is one of those who struggles. She doesn't see herself as important or capable except in very small, domestic things. But in the end she realizes that she is exceptionally gifted and powerful in ways she could never have understood if she hadn't been tested.
One more thing... Magic is a universal stand-in for spirituality. C.S. Lewis has a quote that I cannot for the life of me find again about how fairy tales let us put spiritual truths in beautiful stained-glass colors for anyone to see. That's what I'm trying to do with "The Golden Gryphon." I hope that it will resonate with my audience as much as it does with me. Because ultimately I'm writing myself a story.