Please, stop believing the narrator

Yes, yes I know. I already posted something today. That's because I have goldfish brain and had left the draft about fictional fascism sitting in limbo for a while. Hears today's rant. I noticed it as I completed the first arc for what began as Sparticus(inspace!) and is increasingly looking like Macbeth, also in space! Glynn and Artura are getting more like Mr and Mrs Darth Vader, sorry Lord and Lady Macbeth with each page. Which is okay, that Will said something about imitation after all.

Anyways, back to what set this off. Our protagonists believe different things as a result of having different upbringings and whatnot. Their pairing is, well a mismatch. Anyways both Glynn and Artura believe in a version of history about what happened during Contact. 

Glynn's one is purposefully wrong, it's obviously close to the party line and well, should be suspect on that alone. It's like reading some mid-century account of the colonisation of well, anywhere really, then believing that the natives should be jolly grateful the British turned up, bringing their superior western ways and technology.

Artura's account is more heroic. A bit like the difference between Independence Day and The War of the Worlds. Except they lost due to quislings and traitors. This time it's different. Come on! Time for some kicking of ass and taking of alien names. Humanity! F Yeah!

This is also wrong. Do not believe Lady Macbeth. Amazing I have to say that.  I, however, have an idea about how people read books. Character X gave us Y exposition so that we may understand the setting. It is therefore true.

Do you see where I'm going? Stop believing what the character's do unless the book provides corroborating evidence. Artura's account is much more heroic and compelling, we want to believe it. Glynn certainly does. You dear future reader, please don't.

Question stuff! Especially if they use the words 'glorious', 'heroic' and 'traitors'. Except me, I'm the sole trustworthy one. Would I lie to you?


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