Home on the Strange
One of the choices I’m conscious of when starting a story is the setting, especially the community who lives and works in
that setting, and the protagonist’s relationship to it. This is true regardless of the genre: historical, mystery, fantasy, romance and especially stories involving the paranormal. Where do non-human characters fit into a human-centered social structure? Or do they?
The current trend for all things cozy got me started on this train of thought. In case you haven’t noticed, we have cozy romances, cozy mysteries, cozy fantasies, cozy horror, cozy science fiction, and probably cozy serial killer true crime because why not? Everything else that can be bundled up in a cottagecore quilt is being tucked into the guest bedroom with a cup of hot chocolate. It’s as if the reading world opted for a collective hug.
What do I mean by cozy? Right now, readers are craving lighter fare, with more character-driven, humorous narratives and less blood and angst. The focus is on community, with a defined location (often a small town), lots of atmosphere, and a detailed backdrop that highlights who the protagonist is to the people around them. They’re part of the landscape, with a role to play and people to care for. For those craving a sense of home, this is pure catnip.
This is a far cry from the romance of the stranger who rides in, saves the day, and rides out again. The lone wolf figure comes to do a job, but leaves nothing personal behind other than maybe a pining love interest waving a hankie as the hero’s horse carries them into the sunset. This has been a predominant narrative for some time, spawning a zillion Westerns, private detectives, spies, and other action/adventure types. It’s the idolization of the individualist rather than the community. Although the better examples of this narrative will show character development, it’s not always the focus. After all, if the protagonist has an epiphany and wonders why they have commitment issues, the series would be over.
The appeal of the loner has been a puzzle to me (and I fully admit my personal tastes are showing here). Although I love a good action hero/heroine, I do have questions about a main character without a family or friend group, however irregular that might be. Did they experience a life-altering tragedy? Recently moved to another planet? Undiagnosed narcissism? Bad hygiene? They should have connections somewhere or be trying to create some. Even Dracula had his brides.
This is basic survival stuff, and connection means safety in the wild, where life is hard and humans look tasty. Which brings me back to why community matters in paranormal stories, where not everyone is human. If cozy books are at one end of the hearth and home spectrum and Mr. Lone (Were)Wolf Cowboy at the other, there is a lot of real estate in between. Not everything has to be gingham and tea—a gritty urban fantasy can have a strong sense of place and community, too.
The original Frankenstein’s monster was a wonderful illustration of how the uncanny tried to cope in our world, and how that world pushed him into the monster role. All those found family narratives—so incredibly popular in YA—exist for a reason. Misfits dream of being understood every bit as much as (or more than) the rest of the kids. The relationships we build or fail to build—frustrating, silly, joyous, or painful—ultimately define us. Our refusal to provide love and community defined Frank’s creation until it turned on its creator.
Poor monster. While I’m glad to have read the book, it made me sad. No wonder readers love to return to places and characters that lift their spirits. It’s the same for authors. I like to know that Joe is at his bar, that Lore can outfit the guest bedroom with reasonable furniture, and that Holly will pick up the phone to help with more esoteric problems. I want to know my friends are there and that their world is ultimately in balance. Until, of course, I toss a problem their way just so things don’t get too dull. The best kind of story world is not always perfect, but it’s welcoming once you’re an insider. Even on a bad day, you have friends who have your back—even if they’re a swamp monster. And really, what more could you want?