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How Mad Max: Fury Road Turns Your Writing Advice Into Roadkill

Said it before, will say it again: Mad Max: Fury Road is the dust-choked rocket-fueled orifice-clenching crank-mad feminist wasteland batfuck doomsday opera you didn’t know you needed. It’s like eating fireworks. It’s like being inside a rust tornado. It’s like having a defibrillator pad applied directly to your genitals but somehow, you love it?

It’s not a perfect movie.

But it’s amazing just the same.

And part of — for me! — what makes it amazing is how easily it flaunts its rule-breaking. Writing — particularly the very-patterned art of screenwriting — comes with all these preconceived sets of “rules” or “guidelines,” and like most creative rules and guidelines, they’re half-useful and half-dogdick. It’s great once in a while to be reminded why the rules work. But it can be even more illuminating to realize when something works in spite of those rules — in direct contravention to what you expect can and should happen.

And I wanna talk about that just a little. Real quick.

Hold still. *fires up the defib pads*

CLEAR.

bzzt

Begins With Action And Then Action Action Holy Fuck More Action

Beginning with action is hard. Because a lot of the time, you need context. You jump right into some actionstravaganza and you feel lost — unmoored, drifting, caught up in OMG THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE EXCITING BUT MOSTLY IT FEELS LIKE ACTION FIGURES BEING FIRED OUT OF A CANNON AGAINST A WALL BECAUSE I DO NOT YET HAVE A REASON TO CARE. It’s all whizz-bang-boom, but ultimately? Hollow as a used grenade. Shallow as a puddle of sun-baked urine.

Fury Road is like, “Yeah, fuck you, mate,” and then instantly there’s a car chase? And then like, five minutes of setup and another car chase that goes until the middle of the movie? And then a sequel to that car chase that ends the movie. On paper, that shouldn’t work. On screen, it roars like an engine and drags you behind it like you’re chained to the goddamn bumper.

How does it work? I don’t fucking know. That’s the amazing thing. Best guess is that we get just enough character overlaid — Max is a survivor, Max is haunted by ghosts, Furiosa is a bad-ass, Immortan Joe is a skull-mask wearing chemo monster, and we’re off to the races once more.

Very Little Oxygen

Writing action is very often: ramp up action, then draw down into some oxygen, then more action, then more oxygen. A action film’s rhythm is like breathing during sex — starts normal, then you hold it, then it gets faster and faster and then you slow back down and then go go go nnngh holy toe-curling shitkittens, boom. Die Hard has that classic rhythm. Intense action, then oxygen of roughly equal duration. You learn about character and context, then back into action. It works. It’s a good pattern and you can use it for a lot of storytelling that has fighting or gunplay or fucking or fightplay gunfucking or whatever.

But Max gives the tiniest little appe-teasers of oxygen. But mostly? It’s all action. It’s two hours of cinematic-foot-on-an-accelerator with only a handful narrative potty-breaks.

How does it work?

What little oxygen you get is like gulps of air when you’re drowning in rising floodwater.

They’re meager, but they work. And the film never really lets you get comfortable.

That won’t fly with every story.

But hot chromeshite, it works here.

Protagonist And Main Character Are Not The Same

Mad Max is the main character.

Furiosa is the protagonist.

His is our POV.

But she is the one with agency to change things.

She moves the story.

He is merely present in the story.

She fires the gun.

He’s the shoulder on which she rests the weapon.

(I can’t speak to whether or not the film is truly feminist — that’s for smarter and more impacted people than I am to decide. But you have a world where the men are either all-brutal or half-useless, and are made more “human” by their contact with women. Women in this are generative creatures, the keepers of the future, the civilizing force. They’re the ones who get shit done and who will change the world. The men can either get in line, or they can get fucked. It’s not just that the film gives the women characters agency — it’s also about what’s necessary for them to be equal, and for the world to be made better in their wake, not in the wake of men. We are given the suggestion that men ruined this world, but it might just be the women who fix it.)

Regardless — separating your protagonist and your main character is a tricky maneuver. It’s ADVANCED LEVEL shit, hombre. But Mad Max handles it well — even using it to perhaps drive home the point I just made (re: feminism) above.

Explains Almost Nothing

Haha, you wanted answers and context as to what’s really going on?

WELL TOO GODDAMN BAD.

The film’s world-building is such that here’s how it builds its world:

“Did you see that thing that just happened? We just drove past it at 120 MPH.”

“But you didn’t tell me anything about it.”

“Oh, you want to know more about it?”

“I do!”

*shoves bottle rockets in your mouth*

*throws you into a pit*

*covers you in guzzoleen and bullet casings*

*throws a car on top of you too because hey cars are cool*

*the car is covered in spikes and Juggalos because of course it is*

The movie doesn’t linger. It never AS YOU KNOW, BOBs you. It assumes you either will figure it out or you won’t and that’s on you. What’s with the chrome paint? And the Valhalla? And who are the Bullet Farmers and what the fuck is Gas Town? Why is Max a blood bag? What is a Doof Warrior and why is that girl named Toast? Who is the little girl in his vision?

What the actual unholy sand-fucked shit is going on?!

Nope. None of it. No hard answers.

Just buckle up, butterfly. Can you get away with this in your story? Maybe. Fury Road does it because it still recognizes that the real story isn’t all those details but rather, about the flight for freedom. It gives you the details you really need to get to the next moment — and literally nothing more. No fat on those bones. It’s lean and raggedy as a starving coyote.

But it still hunts.

And Oh By The Way, Fuck Consistency

Everyone wants to know how this lines up with the previous three films and they’re scrambling to draw the comparisons — MAYBE MAX IS FERAL BOY AND FURIOSA WAS MAX’S DAUGHTER AND LOOK THE MUSIC BOX AND I’M PRETTY SURE I JUST SAW MASTER BLASTER IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE SITTING NEXT TO ME IN THE THEATER — and all of that routinely fails because these films are basically disconnected narratives. They advance only the narrative of the apocalypse (in each, the world is worse than when we last saw it). Max is different in each. Little actually connects them. Less connects this one to the last three. It doesn’t matter.

Good luck pulling that off in your story, ha ha ha.

Why does it work here? Again, fuck if I know. It works because it works. It works because thematically it’s tied together. Because it’s like revisited mythology — an interpretation of character and story, whether we’re talking about Zeus or Jesus or Batman or Bond. (Behold my new character: JAY-ZEUS BATBOND, the super-spy vigilante savior! Somebody pay me.)

Mad Max: Fury Road doesn’t give a bucket of sunburned fucks about your rules.

Your writing and storytelling rules are just roadkill, bubba.

Whatcha Reading?

It’s that time again where I ask:

Hey, whaddya reading?

What was the last book you read (and how was it)?

What are you reading right now? Er, beside this post, I mean.

Me, I just finished:

Delilah S. Dawson’s HIT — a YA about a girl who takes on the debt of her mother and has to pay it back in a rather unconventional way: kill or recruit other debtors in service to the bank that just secretly took over the US government. It’s fucking rad, this book. It’s like, the metaphor of a teenager taking on the burden of her parents is right on. And Patsy is in some ways a cousin to my own Atlanta Burns* (an heir to the problems her not-great mother brought to bear, uses a gun, Southern, drawn into a conspiracy larger than she cares to handle, small town, unexpected dog).

Christopher Golden’s TIN MEN — doesn’t come out till the end of June, but this is a bad-ass near-future war thriller worth checking out. Terrorists and presidential assassinations and cool bleeding-edge tech and oh yeah soldiers controlling robot drone bodies with their minds. I read it and I thought, “This reads like Terminator plus Saving Private Ryan,” and then I went back and saw that Scott Sigler said exactly that in his blurb. Thus proving that I am secretly Scott Sigler.

Speaking of Scott Sigler —

I am presently reading his own: ALIVE. Which is so far taut as a choking rope and mysterious as the strange rash I have on my left buttock in the shape of Cousin Balki of Perfect Strangers. The book stars teenage protagonists but I don’t think is YA? Whatever, it’s great. Not out till July. I also, rather foolishly, haven’t read enough Sigler in my life, so this goes toward correcting it.

I’m also reading Adam Christopher’s MADE TO KILL — which is, what exactly? Robot pulp noir? I dunno what to call it, but I know I’m loving it so far. (Adam is, of course, my co-writer on The Shield, which hey did you see Drew Johnson’s jumping on board the book and hey look at that art that I’ve posted at the bottom of the page because I’m totally shameless and isn’t it cool?)

Oh! Also, a couple quick administrative notes:

a) I’m gone from Wednesday this week to Monday of next week. Because of Phoenix ComicCon, which is awesome and you should go and I’ll see you there. But that means posting might be light.

b) I feel like some folks haven’t yet seen the winners of the STORY IN SEARCH TERMS contest — but hey, the winners are picked, and if you are a winner, contact me, will ya?

Anyway.

Your turn.

What did you just read?

And what are you reading now?

Time to share the book-love.

Or I guess the book-hate if you didn’t like it, but pssh, whatever.

* by the way, Atlanta Burns is on sale this week at Amazon — the Kindle is at $3.99, and the trade paperback has dropped to $7.50, should you be so inclined to check it out.

Flash Fiction Challenge: Random Photo Challenge

Flickr has a function called INTERESTINGNESS.

Click that link. Go on, do it.

It will be the basis of this week’s challenge.

Click that link, and you’ll get a page of recent “interesting” photos.

Choose one, and use it as the basis for a 1000-word story.

Due next Friday (5/29), noon EST.

Write it at your online space.

Give us a link so we can see it.

Choose a photo.

Write.

Your Defense Of That Rape Scene Makes You Sound Kinda Gross

Spoilers ahead (though at this point I don’t know how you’ve avoided them).

So, lots of discussion about the (latest!) rape scene in Game of Thrones, which has led to a whole lot of folks defending it. Some of this defense is even-minded and fair, whether or not I agree with it. I certainly don’t think any topic should be off the table when it comes to fiction, and if you feel that this scene in some way is important to the story or important to the characters or culturally vital in some way I’m missing, hey: you do you.

I think it was crappy and I wish the writers would’ve done better — largely because they’re so good at telling this story in so many other ways. It’s often so good and so well-thought-out that to me, stuff like this really stands out. Like a cancer shadow on an X-Ray.

Regardless of what they did or planned as writers and showrunners, what I’m finding super gross is some of the response to the criticism. Particularly the, erm, impassioned defenses for the inclusion of rape as a story element in this particular scene and episode.

I’d like to tell you why it’s super-gross.

Let’s go on a journey together! A journey through grave grotesquerie huzzah!

Well, Sansa Knew What She Was Getting Into —

Ah, the most disgusting of defenses.

Sounds a lot like what real-world victims hear:

“She deserved it.”

“She knew what she was doing.”

“She said yes before she said no.”

And so on, and so forth.

It’s victim-blaming. And though she’s not a real character, realize that actual victims are hearing you say these things. They are internalizing them. Trickle-down economics doesn’t work for shit, but culture and a lot of its worst ideas sure can trickle down. It’s poison to all who drink it.

Storytellers may not have an actual responsibility to anyone or anything.

But shitty is shitty, so don’t be shitty. Be awesome, instead! See? Easy.

Yeah, But Sansa Is A Weak Character, So —

More victim-blaming. Also gross. Stop being gross. Why are you being gross?

She’s weak so she deserves to be raped? What heinous fuckery is that?

“Puppies are small and helpless, and so they deserve to be crushed.”

“Children are tiny. Kick them!”

“Grandma moves slow these days. Kill her while she watches Dancing With The Stars.”

What’s wrong with you? No. Nooooo. No, no, no.

*smacks you*

Do We Even Know That It Was Really Rape, I Mean —

Stop. Stop. Ew, stop.

*dumps a bucket of fire ants on your head*

Maybe This Really Proves How Strong Sansa Is —

*dumps toxic diarrhea on your head*

But It Explains What Theon Is Going To Do Next —

I don’t know what comes next from Theon, but unless it’s literally him donating his family fortune to RAINN and training to become a rape counselor in Westeros, I don’t see how this was appropriate or necessary. If he’s supposed to get some kind of revenge on Ramsay Bolton, well, garsh, I’d say he has enough reason to do that already, don’t you think? Do we forget the part where the young Bolton bastard hacked off Theon’s wangle-rod? Humiliated him and tormented him? Turned him from a human being into a beast named Reek? (Which I always imagine is just “Rick” said with a funny accent! As if Peter Lorre is saying it in Casablanca!)

And oh hey by the way pop culture is full of fridging women — meaning, when women characters are subject to violence only to activate MANPAIN and motivate MANACTION.

It’s not just about this one time.

It’s about the pattern across this show, across all shows, books, movies, comics.

Wait, But It Demonstrates What A Monstrous Sadist Ramsay Bolton Is —

Whew, thank god, because before now, we thought he was a real gentleman!

Oh, wait, except none of us were confused about Ramsay Bolton being terrible.

He’s actually so evil it’s ludicrous. He has no sympathetic side. He’s Joffrey 2.0 (and Sansa being wrapped up with him is deja vu, and not in a good way). He doesn’t just pluck the wings off of butterflies, this guy. Ramsay would set butterflies on fire and then shove them in the mouth of your beloved geriatric uncle while stealing the last of your beloved geriatric uncle’s food money from his wallet just before taking a shit inside the wallet and then shoving the previously mentioned shit-filled wallet into the town well that we all drink from so we’re all drinking it up.

Slurp.

He’s a kitten-kicker. A wang-slicer. A monster so inhuman I think he’s actually just a case of syphilis that took over a human body. You know how they interview the neighbors of serial killers and they’re like, “Wow, we had no idea?”

Yeah, with Ramsay, we have plenty of idea.

Here’s the thing: storytelling is about breaking the status quo. About juking left when we expect you to go right. We expect him to be a terrible person. So what happens if he isn’t? What if he seems to be actually romancing Sansa instead? What if Sansa hurts him? Or acquiesces and turns him from a predator into a Reek-beast? What if she spies in him something monstrous about herself? Where’s the twist? The hook? The artistry? This isn’t artistry. It’s just the authorial equivalent of Orson Lannister crushing bugs.

Him not assaulting her has actual narrative value here. First, it would function as a nice surprise. But more logically: the Boltons need this alliance. They require the Stark name. Ramsay has things to lose. His new name. His power. What if we pretended for once he was an actual character instead of a giant mustache-twirling embodiment of eeeeeevil? Mightn’t his struggle with trying not to reveal his horrible side be interesting to watch? More interesting, than say, another rape of another POV female character (particularly one who is victimized every 21 seconds in the show)?

Hold On, The Scene Tells Us Something New —

It doesn’t.

Ramsay is a monster? Knew it.

Sansa is a victim? Sadly we’re reminded near-constantly.

Theon is a simpering husk? Knew that one, too.

Even if you believe that “rape in fiction is okay as long as it moves the plot forward!” (as if it’s just a mechanism for melodrama), this doesn’t even pass that barest-of-bones smell test.

Oh Sure But You’re Not Getting Mad At All The Other Violence —

Well, who says? I’ve commented before on how nasty this show is. Sometimes this show demonstrates the sadism found in many of its worst characters. Now, to a point, I like sadism in my storytellers — I certainly don’t want everything to be MY FACE WARMED BY SUNSHINE BEAMING FROM A PONY’S BEDAZZLED ASS. So, fine. But here’s the other thing:

IfI were to sit in a room full of 100 people, how many of them do you think have been beheaded, cock-chopped, throat-slit, war-murdered, skull-asploded, and so on, and so forth?

Probably none.

Except Gary. Poor Gary.

But how many do you think might’ve undergone sexual assault or rape?

That’s a higher number, innit?

No, that’s not a reason to never write about the subject. But it is a reason not to rely on it as a creepy, shitty, trite trope. It’s important to realize that this thing is used again and again in fiction. Particularly in the SFF genre. It’s not treated as serious. It’s treated as a “plot device.” There’s no gravity to it. It’s like horrible wallpaper.

You expect it and see it so often you become inured to its presence.

But In Medieval History —

First of all, stop there, because not so much.

Second, I didn’t realize Game of Thrones was a historical television show.

I look forward to the Reddit discussion where you all debate the accuracy of the dragons based on the dragon skeletons found just outside of Plymouth just last year, or how accurately the show portrays the science behind revivified corpses and —

OH WAIT IT’S ALL FANTASY

Hey, what the fuck?

Truth in fiction is about authenticity.

Stop using “history and “fact” (which you’re probably getting wrong anyway) to explain why women are powerless or there aren’t any non-white people or whatever other lazy inclusion you cling to. Read some actual history instead of just more epic fantasy.

But Rape Happens All The Time —

Yes, it does.

And there’s the problem.

Rape culture is about the normalization of the act.

And if we keep excusing lazy inclusions of rape in our pop culture as there because it’s there, you’re just kicking that can further down the road instead of picking up and asking why are you kicking this can and why is the can full of rape and oh shit maybe it’s worth actually thinking about what we’re writing and reading about rather than what we take on as assumed and obvious. It’s not that you can’t talk about these sorts of things, but writing about them without any sort of examination, without any respect at all — that’s some twisted shit.

We can do better.

We can ask for better, too.

* * *

Added reading:

My post from the other day: “We Are Not Things” (Mad Max vs. Game of Thrones).

Robert Jackson Bennett on: “Why Are You Writing A Rape Scene?”

Emmie Mears :”Why I Share: Living On The Fury Road

And finally, the “rape tropes” page at TV Tropes.

Once again: comments off.

Phoenix ComicCon Schedule, Zer0es News, And More

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First up —

Hey, Zeroes got a nice review from Publisher’s Weekly:

(link for subscribers only)

“Wendig (Blackbirds) piles on the thrills and chills in this fast-paced near-future novel about human frailty and inhuman ambition. … Wendig wields the tools of suspense and tension with skill. His large cast of characters is entertaining, the moments of horror are sharp and chilling, and the story races to a breathless conclusion.”

Plus, a hella great quote by Christopher Golden:

“Chuck Wendig is one of the most talented genre-fiction magicians we have and ZEROES reveals him at the height of his powers. Razor sharp characters highlight a paranoid, relentless thriller about outcast hackers and the malleable line between renegade and hero.” — Christopher Golden, New York Times bestselling author of TIN MEN

And one by Richard Kadrey:

“Zer0es is a taut, complex techno-thriller with something much darker and deeper at its core.” — Richard Kadrey, author of the SANDMAN SLIM series

I’ll be doing a small tour in support. Check my Appearances page! More dates coming.

Phoenix ComicCon

Hey! I’ll be at Phoenix ComicCon at the end of this month.

My schedule?

On the Outside Looking In : Thursday 3:00pm – 4:00pm

Author Signing C.j. Hill, Cherie Priest, Myke Cole, Greg van Eekhout, Chuck Wendig : Thursday 4:30pm – 5:30pm

More Than a Haunted House : Friday 1:30pm – 2:30pm

More Than a Haunted House Signing:Alex Gordon,Chuck Wendig,Greg van Eekhout,Andrea Philllips : Friday 3:00pm – 4:00pm

Here on Earth : Friday 4:30pm – 5:30pm

Beth Cato,Joseph Nassise,Alex Gordon,Mel Odom,Richard Kadrey,Viola Carr,Chuck Wendig Signing : Saturday 12:00pm – 1:00pm

Chuck Wendig Spotlight : Saturday 1:30pm – 2:30pm

Author Signing: Jamie Wyman,Suzanne Young,Chuck Wendig,Naomi Novik,Stephen Blackmoore,C.J Hill : Saturday 4:30pm – 5:30pm

Writing Reluctant Heroes : Sunday 10:30am – 11:30am

Signing:Saundra Mitchell,Amy K. Nichols,Brian Staveley,Chuck Wendig,Jonathan Maberry,Greg van E : Sunday 12:00pm – 1:00pm

Stepping up to Social Media : Sunday 1:30pm – 2:30pm

From Page to Screen : Sunday 3:00pm – 4:00pm

Also, don’t forget about the Poisoned Pen SUPER MEGA SCI-FI AUTHOR extravaganza — “Elevengeddon” — which is May 27th at 7:00pm. Features an unholy host of awesome authors: Kevin Hearne, Richard Kadrey, Naomi Novik, Delilah S. Dawson, Stephen Blackmoore, Sam Sykes, Myke Cole, Brian McClellan, Cherie Priest, Beth Cato, Andrea Phillips — basically, they keep adding authors to this thing. Come, hang out, get books signed, chat it up.

And I’ll be doing a STAR WARS: AFTERMATH poster signing. Saturday 10AM – 11AM.

The Harvest Launch: Let’s Play Books

I celebrate the launch of THE HARVEST (the final book of The Heartland series) at Let’s Play Books! Facebook event page here. Tuesday, July 14th, 6:00PM, Emmaus, PA. It’s a great bookstore for children and young adults (with a spare adult books section). B-Dub loves it.

The Harvest comes out that same day.

You can buy signed copies right from the store.

Or you can pre-order the e-book here.

In fact, I’ll tell you what —

If you buy a signed, printed copy from Let’s Play Books, I’ll give you a Kindle version of The Harvest. Because getting e-books with physical books is awesome, that’s why.

Storybundle

The WRITE STUFF Storybundle is still going strong.

Twelve books. Name your own price. Determine how much of your money goes to the bundler, the author, and charity. Includes my own 30 Days in the Word Mines.

We Are Not Things: Mad Max Versus Game Of Thrones

(art above by Kate Leth, who is awesome)

(and below, you will find some spoilers, so you are very much warned)

Over here, you have Max Max: Fury Road, a film that may not have won the box office this weekend, but did a pretty Herculean effort ($45 million) for an R-rated film based on a very fringe franchise with aesthetics that go well against what anybody would think would sell actual tickets.

In the other corner, one of the most popular television shows on at present: Game of Thrones. Pseudo-medieval epic fantasy serialized for pay cable, also very R-rated (well, TV-MA, I guess), and perhaps also a surprise that it connects so well with the popular consciousness.

Both are, in their own way, very similar worlds.

One is post-apocalypse. (Though exactly how or why, we do not know.)

One is pre-apocalypse. (“Winter is Coming,” remember.)

Both are brutal, backward worlds. All too often harsh and unforgiving. The GoT world is probably more advanced than the Mad Max one, in a lot of ways — at least socially. In GoT you’ve got pretty gardens and big cities and varied climates. Mad Max eschews all of that. It’s basically a dust-fucked hell-hole. Occasionally damp, mostly dry and abrasive. Society has dissolved. People are not so much people as they are animals and zealots only. It’s all just sand in your chastity belt.

Both are, you could argue, male-driven worlds. Grotesque, feudal places lorded over by grotesque, wretched men. You’ve got Immortan Joe and the Bullet Farmer. You’ve got Joffrey and Bolton and a gaggle of other spectacular assholes. Both in fact feature comically evil men. Like, so evil it’s just fucking ridiculous. In Mad Max, you might argue it’s less evil and more straight-up lunacy, but you don’t get the feeling these are bad dudes with good sides. They’re just monsters. And guys like Joffrey and Ramsay Bolton are so eeeeevil that the show affords us every chance to watch them plucking wings off of butterflies (metaphorically). Which, admittedly, maybe gets a little old, but what the hell do I know? It certainly works to make you hate them.

If both are male-driven worlds, you can then take a pretty good guess how women are viewed in these worlds? Spoiler warning: it ain’t good. Women ostensibly have a higher position inside Game of Thrones, where they are at least viewed as more than just “things.” In Mad Max, women are objects. They are sources of production, more or less — animals for breeding, for milk, and for all that we can guess, meat. They are post-apoc livestock.

Some folks will say — okay, there are topics and subjects you can’t write about. Which is nonsense, obviously. Everything is the domain of fiction. Nothing is forbidden, everything is permitted. It must be, for fiction to maintain its teeth. Fiction only has meaning when everything is permissable. Rape and sexual assault is one such topic — some will say it’s off the table. Which again: it can’t be off the table. That’s a very good way to ensure silence around the subject, isn’t it? Saying you can’t speak about it in fiction is adjacent to saying you can’t speak about it for real, which is already a problem that doesn’t need worsening by made-up rules of fiction.

So, take that subject, and filter it through the lens of Game of Thrones and then Mad Max.

Both use sexual assault in the storyworlds.

In Mad Max, you can’t accept women as “things” or livestock without then making the leap to say, mmmyeah, it’s probably not by choice. Okay? They didn’t sign up for it. That’s frankly the whole point of the movie, isn’t it? (Again, see the art above quoting the movie: WE ARE NOT THINGS.) If you leave Fury Road and look back upon the series, you see a few powerful women here and there (Aunty Entity, and, erm, that one lady with the crossbow?), and you also would get to see an on-screen rape scene in The Road Warrior — one viewed through spyglass at a distance, but it’s very clear what’s going on. The confirmation of women as object is shown when one of the women in Fury Road is cut open so that the child inside her can be seen, even though it may not be alive.

In GoT, rape is part of the fabric of life. It’s woven right in there. It’s almost background noise — I’m pretty sure if you turn on the show and zoom in, it’s like Where’s Waldo or trying to find Carmen Sandiego. There’s maybe always a rape happening on-screen somewhere, at some point? “Did you find the rape happening in every episode?” (It’d be like a really super-gross party game.) Characters talk about rape. They do it and exposit scenes while they do it. They accept it and expect it. Folks will say this is based on medieval history, though really, it’s based more on medieval myth, and of course, once you throw dragons and active godly magic into the mix you pretty much signal that you don’t have to base your fantasy (key word: fantasy) story on anything, really. (But “it’s based on history!” is always a good crutch for lazy storytelling, so whenever an editor or critic challenges you, don’t forget to say loud and say it proud.)

So, two very popular storyworlds.

Two portrayals of a world where women hold dubious power and are seen as “things.”

One of these is roundly criticized for it.

One of them is roundly celebrated for it.

Game of Thrones catches hell for its portrayal of women and this subject.

Mad Max is wreathed in a garland of bike chains and hubcabs for it.

What, then, is the difference?

Let’s try to suss it out.

In Game of Thrones:

– rapes often happen on-screen-ish

– they happen semi-often

– they happen to POV characters (Dany, Cersei, and now, Sansa Stark — given that there are six total assumed major female POV characters in the series, that means 50% of them have undergone active sexual assault on-screen)

– twice the rapist is a character we like (Drogo, Jamie)

– often used to motivate characters or sub in as character development

– seemingly meant to shock, often male-gazey

– history of it in the show

In Mad Max: Fury Road:

– the assault is implicit, not explicit, happens way off-screen

– not a focal point, per se, of character development

– though does provide seeds in the bed for character development — meaning, the event is hidden so that we don’t see it, but what grows up out of the dirt still suggests that it happened

– not much history of it — but again, Road Warrior has an explicit instance?

– we are never on the side of the rapist

– not male gazey because not on-screen and because of female POV (Furiosa)

I don’t know that this tells us enough yet, so let’s unpack it some more.

Frequency is an issue, for one: in GoT, we see rape and sexual assault again and again. In four seasons, we have three (ugh this sounds horrible to even put it this way) “major” rape events used as plot devices and character motivational tools (and that sounds even more horrible and icky). In Mad Max, we never actually see it at all. In Got, it happens often enough that you begin to wonder if there is a well-worn, oft-punctured notecard for the GoT storyboard that has written upon it: I DUNNO, PROBABLY RAPE?

Which also suggests that another issue is point-of-view. Where do you put the camera? Where do you place the narrative? Fury Road begins well after any actual assaults have occurred (with the exception of the “cutting out a baby” thing, which is more a byproduct of sexual assault rather than an explicit sexual assault). And none of it is on-screen. The story happens after. In Game of Thrones, the rapes are — man, this will never not sound gross — “ongoing.” It’s an ever-unfolding rape carnival, a parade of sexual assaults. (Here, by the way, someone will surely say something about why are we so concerned about the rape but, say, not concerned about murder or Greyjoy’s “dick removal scenario.” To which I would respond, frequency again becomes an issue: if every season contained one major dick removal scenario, you’d probably start to say, “Hey, Game of Thrones writers, maybe cool it on the cock-chopping. It’s feeling like you have a thing against dicks. Do you hate dicks? Why do you hate dicks so bad?” And here we could ask the same about women. Do you hate women? Why do you hate women so bad? Do you have a thing against them?

Of course, they don’t hate women. That’s absurd and we can’t really assume to be true — both Mad Max and GoT posit a world that hates women, though, so again, what’s the difference? GoT gives us the pain and suffering of women as part of a larger pattern meant to motivate characters. In some cases, male characters — in the assault on Sansa Stark, I have been repeatedly told that it “explains” what Theon Greyjoy does. I have no idea what that is, but I can guess that it’s something against Ramsay Bolton, and there I’d like to suggest that Theon (the subject of the earlier “dick removal scenario”) probably needs no more motivation to do ill against the Boltons given the aforementioned fact of his man-wang being turned into dick salad. Nor does Sansa require “motivation” to hate the family who literally murdered members of her family. We don’t actually need more, there. We do not require further “character motivation,” and if rape is the only way you can motivate your characters, you may want to go back to Writer’s School because I think you skipped a few crucial 101 classes.

What it then comes down to is a question of agency. (Here: a post on agency and women characters and how “strong female characters” are really nothing without agency and the ability to push on the plot more than it pushes on them.) Where you place the narrative camera and how you choose to affect the characters leads to the question of — what does assault do for the character’s power and choice in the story? Placing the events off-screen and before the film begins, Fury Road buries it well enough to explain why the characters are doing what they’re doing. The arc of those characters — the women — in Mad Max is one of going from zero to one. From a loss of power to a gain of power. The story is about the reclamation of agency — it’s them saying with great and violent effort: we are not things.

But in Game of Thrones, the opposite occurs. We witness powerful women undercut by assault. It removes their agency. (That is, quite explicitly, what sexual assault does.) They are robbed of power to motivate them, to make men feel bad, to make the audience feel sympathetic. But they go from one to zero. They go from something to nothing — from agent and actor upon the plot to victim of the plot. You might say that Dany is motivated to become the queen by the act, but first, that’s gross, and second, it’s also not true. She’s motivated only to become a wife and a lover at that point. Cersei is changed by the act — it would seem to begin her descent. And Sansa is just at a moment when we start to believe she has agency and power. She’s tougher. Harder. She’s taking on a whiff of Littlefinger’s machinations. The show wisely made it seem like reclaiming Winterfell was at least in part her choice. Her hair is dyed black. She appears a grim, death-like specter of vengeance. And she even says the right things: she indicates her lack of fear, she impresses her power on others. It’s a turning point for a character who for so long has basically been a whipping girl. She’s been a can kicked brutally down the road. And finally, finally you think — ahh. Here it is. Here she is claiming her power. Finding her agency. Here she will at last become, like Arya, a mighty force for change and no woman and no man will ever again dominate her and —

Oh. Oh.

She gets the black dye removed from her hair and it’s like Samson with his locks cut. Because along comes Ramsay Bolton — who is so eeeeevil I’m surprised he doesn’t have a sinister mustache to twist and a puppy to eat — to take that all that away as he gleefully assaults her. All as we focus on the poor weepy face of dickless Theon Greyjoy, who by the way is a child-murderer so wait why do we care about Theon Greyjoy again?

It’s not that GoT is poorly-written. That’s actually the shame — it’s often so well done. The show is really one of the best television shows around right now. It’s part of the Renaissance of hella good storytelling going on the tube at present. If it was a garbage-fire of a show, we wouldn’t even care. We wouldn’t expect better. But me? I’d like to expect better. Because its creepy fascination with hurting and marginalizing its women characters is increasingly gross and lazy.

Listen —

This isn’t about being shocked.

This isn’t about being offended.

It’s about something larger and lazier and altogether nastier.

It’s really about rape culture. About how this seeps in like a septic infection. About how it’s illustrated and handled with little aplomb, how it’s a default, how it forms an overall pattern.

Rape and sexual assault are fraught topics. To say you can never use them in fiction is, as noted, a terrible thing. We must be allowed to talk about bad things. We must be allowed to explore them from nose to tail to see what it means. Fiction is best when it doesn’t turn away from pain and suffering. It must embrace trauma. But that also means treating it and the characters who suffer it with respect. Make it an organic part of the story, not a “plot device.” A plot device is crass, cheap, lazy. Sexual assault is not a lever you pull to make people feel bad. It’s a trope because it keeps showing up — that’s not a good thing. Women are constantly fridged in these stories to make male characters feel something — to make the audience feel something. The problem isn’t in individual instances, you see? It’s in the pattern. It’s in how this keeps showing up again and again, a lazy crutch, a manipulative button the writers mash with greasy mitts, a cheap trick to rob agency and push plot. Meanwhile, you have actual rape victims in the audience who are like, “Hey, thanks for turning my trauma into cheap-ass plot fodder.”

In fact, let’s dissect that a little bit — RAINN suggests that 1 in 6 women have been the subject of some kind of sexual assault. A TIME study noted that, on campus, that number is 1 in 5 women. These are consequential numbers. Huge, scary, terrible. Now, realize that Game of Thrones gets some of the highest ratings on cable television — roughly seven million people watching. And in 2013 it was roughly 42% women who made up that audience. If you go low enough to accept the 1 in 5 number, you accept that roughly 588,000 sexual assault victims are watching the show. Even if you think that number is inflated — even if you assume it’s not 20% of all women but only 5% — that number still becomes 147,000. It’s a not insignificant number. It’s a marrow-curdling number. And it’s a number where each person affected has others who have been affected in turn — family, friends, other loved ones. Trauma is not a stone thrown against hard ground. It’s a stone thrown into water. It has ripples.

Ask yourself again: Game of Thrones versus Mad Max.

Would you rather see a world where the women declare in a barbaric yawp: WE ARE NOT THINGS?

Or do you want to be subjected to one where again and again it’s proven: WE ARE ONLY THINGS…?

Do we really not see the difference?

Do you not see why one would be celebrated while the other is excoriated?

Now, please go and read:

Sansa, Ros and Trying to Keep Faith — by Leigh Bardugo.

Then — Matt Wallace writes Try Harder, Do Better.

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