| Glinting Q. Formalize ( @ 2007-10-28 09:57:00 |
naming of names
I'm reading The Devil Wears Prada (and I'm only about halfway through, but so far I really like it - I haven't seen the movie) and I just encountered a character named "Ilana." And I can't help it: I always get a little weirded out, a little thrilled, and a little tossed out of the story, because that's my name, damn it, that is me, and what am I doing in this story?
At least in this book I seem to be a sympathetic character, unlike most of the others in the book (and if I turn out to be a supervillain, please don't tell me!). I was a little depressed when reading The Source because I got killed fairly early on. Ditto that really bad movie, The Arrival, and hey, that character was even actually named for me (although she was modeled on Susan Solomon), so I was totally justified in my over-identification. Then there was the Harry Potter fanfiction story I read (because it was a meme: search on your real name at ff.net) where I was a History of Magic teacher who'd gone to school with the Potter, Sr. generation, an animagus from the age of six, and a half-elf with waist-length azure hair and a nice set of dragonfly wings. (All at the same time.)
Do the rest of you get this weird jolt when you read your name in fiction (or hell, in a newspaper article)? I feel ridiculously proprietary about my name, maybe because I was thirteen years old before I met someone else who shared it (and she didn't spell it "right," so she sort of didn't count). I can't imagine what it would be like to be named Lisa or John or something like that.
I'm reading The Devil Wears Prada (and I'm only about halfway through, but so far I really like it - I haven't seen the movie) and I just encountered a character named "Ilana." And I can't help it: I always get a little weirded out, a little thrilled, and a little tossed out of the story, because that's my name, damn it, that is me, and what am I doing in this story?
At least in this book I seem to be a sympathetic character, unlike most of the others in the book (and if I turn out to be a supervillain, please don't tell me!). I was a little depressed when reading The Source because I got killed fairly early on. Ditto that really bad movie, The Arrival, and hey, that character was even actually named for me (although she was modeled on Susan Solomon), so I was totally justified in my over-identification. Then there was the Harry Potter fanfiction story I read (because it was a meme: search on your real name at ff.net) where I was a History of Magic teacher who'd gone to school with the Potter, Sr. generation, an animagus from the age of six, and a half-elf with waist-length azure hair and a nice set of dragonfly wings. (All at the same time.)
Do the rest of you get this weird jolt when you read your name in fiction (or hell, in a newspaper article)? I feel ridiculously proprietary about my name, maybe because I was thirteen years old before I met someone else who shared it (and she didn't spell it "right," so she sort of didn't count). I can't imagine what it would be like to be named Lisa or John or something like that.