One of the curious things I've noticed is my disconnection to the shooting on Saturday. I started thinking about our nation's violent past, spurred by a sanctimonious Salon article I read this morning. And I realized my disconnection may be natural. I haven't been to AZ in two decades and it would take me hours and hours to drive there. I do have a blog friend and a cousin who live in AZ. Other than that, I don't know or care much about it.
I've never heard of the Congresswoman or anyone involved. I was busy snowboarding and living life that day and by the time I heard of it, CNN had degraded its coverage to what I half-jokingly call their "hillbilly witnesses" and "politico grandstanding." I do my best to avoid all that.
It's a curious thing to examine violent acts and culture within the framework of writing and story. I think it's going to affect my next Draken book to a degree. If he, as a foreign-born prince and a half-blood to boot (remind you of anyone you know?) has to also deal with a rash of terrorism and hatred as a subplot, it'd make for a pretty damned good story and link EMMISSARY to EMPEROR pretty well. The threads are already in EXILE, now that I think of it.
And unfortunately, I wonder if Story isn't most of the basis for our interest in the shooting. We all want to know the story, right? The loon who did it. The details of his court appearance. The lives of the victims. The cultural and political cause and effect. It's all story, more story than real to me.
I wonder if it's a failing of our humanity or a symptom of it.