Last
week during class, the question of the validity Shriver’s characters was
raised. This was something I had already been contemplating; not only is each
of the main characters in this novel polar opposites of one another, but they
stick to their starkly different personalities throughout the entire novel (or
at least the first 2/3 of it). In class, we discussed this question in relation
to Eva and Franklin. But as I read further, I began to question it even more in
relation to the personalities of their kids. Kevin and Celia seem to me even
less real than their parents, with personalities that I have just never come
across in real life. So far, it seems to me that two strikingly different parents
produced two strikingly different kids; neither of which shares anything in
common with either parent. Is this possible?
Let’s
first look at Kevin. When I started reading this book, just vaguely knowing the
premise, I kind of expected the author to make us sympathize with the child
murderer, at least a few times throughout the storyline. Instead, Kevin is just
about the most horrible person one could imagine; an “Evil Incarnate,” as Eva
so accurately describes (Shriver 245). He spends almost his entire first 16
years (with the exception of two weeks) acting out the prime example of just how
to be a little shit. From a newborn baby with a constant cry of “outrage” to a
seven-year-old kid who takes pleasure in making little girls cause themselves
to bleed to a 16-year-old who prides himself on his murders, Kevin almost literally never shows a good
side to his character (90, 188, 41). His
character is almost too extreme for me to wrap my head around.
And
then Celia comes along, and just inflates my incredulousness. For different
reasons, I cannot imagine a girl like Celia existing as she does in the novel.
Celia, the “shy, fragile,” innocent, faithful girl who, even as a small child,
doesn’t show any emotion even close to hatred, is somehow supposed to be related
to Kevin the evil incarnate and Eva the woman who knows everything and always
speaks her mind (230). In addition to seeming impossible due to her lack of
relation to her family, however, Celia also just doesn’t seem like a real
person in general. No child that I have ever known chokes down food that she
finds disgusting simply so as not to offend her mother, or declines from
screaming when her books are covered in bugs because she’s just too sweet (226,
231).
I’m
still trying to determine how the characters in the novel are possibly all
related, and how one set of parents could create two so vastly different
children. I’ve drawn the conclusion that Shriver did not put much effort into
making his characters seem plausible in any sense whatsoever; however, one
could argue that this potential flaw actually sort of makes the book.
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