In my last blogging twitch I revealed how I didn't like the name my parents gave me but gradually accepted it for tax purposes and more. I believe the consternation at my own name has influenced how carefully I name characters in my books. Especially in stories set on other worlds or fantasy lands where the usual English names should not apply. There, a name unfamiliar to us may yet carry some weight, be loaded with symbolism, and annoy its bearer to no end...right?
You would think coming
up with names in a fantasy story would be easy: just throw some letters together and voila a character is born!
You could do that, but does the name sound like that character's name? Does it make the
reader believe this character will act a certain way? speak in a particular dialect? think in strange ways? Who can say? That is what makes naming
more difficult for fantasy and science fiction.
The easiest way to
choose names is look at drugs. Xanax is a powerful commander of the Prilosec
fleet of intergalactic warships. Or try choosing a "normal" name and
changing a letter or two. Tom, Dick, and Harry could become Tam, Wick, and Darry -
three Hobbits in a new fantasy tale. Back to THE DREAM LAND Trilogy: I made my
own formal rules for "alien" names, partly to keep them straight in my head, whereby
male names ended with consonants and female names with vowel sounds. For
example, Samot and Aisa, two legendary figures in Sekuatean mythology. (Did you
see what I did there? I reversed two letters so it is not Asia, the continent,
but Aisa ["Eye-zuh"] the girl.)
Even in EPIC FANTASY
*WITH DRAGONS names are important to the characters. Our hero is Corlan, a name I toyed with
and finally settled on as something a rough and tough hero might be called.
Surname? I hesitated for several chapters, then in a flash of inspiration
I "unwhited" him. Or so I thought. Diversity being all the rage these
days, I thought to make him "Asian" in a make-believe world with no
Asia. I let him bear the family name of Tang. It sounds like a Chinese name and
yet on an invented setting it could be anything. His auburn hair wouldn't
exactly fit an Asian name, however, but that would just add to the mystery,
eh? His name is eventually explained in the story - and makes perfect sense, of course.
I stayed with that
scheme for the city of Covin, an all-women city where the few men allowed there are
either slaves, dinner, or sometimes briefly a sire. At that point in my
writing of the novel, the setting had shifted from something completely invented, like a slightly less Middle Earth, to a
futuristic American landscape. So there was definitely no Asian anything -
except as may have been "left over" from the world we know today. Who can say for sure? The Queen of
Covin is named Hiro Ka, which sounds Japanese. All part of the story. Later we
learn that these "trendy" names are just corruptions of
longer names. For example, we learn that the Queen of Covin's original name was Hillary
Kavanaugh. Make of that twist as you will, perhaps the "white"
person wishing to be more exotic? Another twist, another mystery. And Covin is clearly meant to be the old Covington, Kentucky, right? Everyone can see that, true?
At one point in the
tale, our band of heroes encounters the manly men city of Luval where they
persuade the local regent to form a flotilla to go down the river to kill
dragons. What is needed most besides ships are river pilots. And important river pilots
must be given names. As they had limited yet crucial scenes, I needed to imbue them with a sense of personality with just a name and barely a sentence of description. My head was stuck on two-syllable names at that point in the writing so I decided on single-syllable names just for expediency: Bant, Durk, and Lond. During revisions, they grew on me and so I awarded them a second syllable, so they became Bantun, Durkin, and Londrel. As I put the names together I envisioned
how each man would appear. For Bantun, I saw a shorter, chunkier man with a
beard yet a bald head, a serious type. Durkin was livelier, a jester, while
Londrel was tall with a hooked nose, and much too serious - and cowardly.
There is a running
commentary throughout the novel recounting the history of the age before the
one in the story, called the Age of the Five Princes. This feature actually was
to be a sub-story weaving through a much longer novel. Instead, it became a mere mention here and there. But the five princes "long ago" are instrumental in setting the
context of the present story. In the medieval-themed novel I had planned as a teen,
the princes were Terrens, Nicholas, Dellus, Ulrich, and Argus - and I have no
idea why I chose those particular names. However, in transforming them to a
make-believe world, I could not use "Nicholas" or "Ulrich"
which are perfectly good Earth names. So I shifted them to Teran, Nilas, Darus,
Urix, and Agor, which sound more exotic. It seems Urix made the greatest
impression as our hero Corlan finds many people since that time named their sons after Urix - to our hero's
constant annoyance.
And even our hero Corlan's sidekick, the boy from the palace
kitchen named Tam, has a longer, more official name: Tamondarus!
“Who were the other princes?” asked the
boy.
“There was Teran, the eldest, a
half-brother only. And Urix, and Agor. Teran was the poet, the artist. Urix was
the power broker, the mediator—alas, unsuccessful in the end. Agor was the
general of the army of Nilas. Agor escaped from Inati during the trials. They
all died in the end. Nilas lived the longest yet always in pain.”
“Oh.” Tam frowned.
“My grandfather and his grandfather
were both named Urix after that ancient prince,” said Corlan automatically.
“I’m named after my mother’s
grandfather!” sang the boy.
“Tam is a good name,” said Corlan.
“No, it’s really Tamondarus!”
Corlan laughed at the boy’s boisterous
declaration. “You’re right. Tam is much better.”
“You can call me Tamondarus if you want
to.”
“No, I’ll call you Tam. Or just boy.”
“It’s like that other Darus, the prince
who died.”
“He was the evil one, you know,” said
Joragus. “That’s the story. Stole Nilas’ betrothed, he did, then made a union
with her, the poor maiden. That’ll start a war, all right!”
“Then what happened?” asked Tam.
“Nilas asked for her back. Darus
refused.”
Corlan was ready to stop yet the glow
on the boy’s face said he wanted to hear more.
Every epic fantasy must have a wizard or a mage or, better yet, a magus! The one in my novel is named by little better a method than flipping cards into a hat: Joragus. As the chapters unfolded, however, his name began to have other associations. Being more than three-hundred years old, he can remember a lot. He recalls the way people in his past called him. Instead of Joragus, he is actually Jorge of the
U.S. - with the name being pronounced as the Hispanic name "Hor-hay".
And then there are place names. In realistic fiction, we simply check a map. In a fantasy setting we throw some letters together - but again, does the name reflect the characteristics of the place? But sometimes there are places which are not shown on maps - big places which no god or goddess has needed to have mapped. In the novel, the interludes together tell the story of a little princess who flees her island home. Eventually she comes to understand through her lessons the true nature of . . . well, of literally everything. Using the egg-shaped "birthstone" - a magic object which every epic fantasy story must include - the goddess reveals the places only a goddess would understand:
She knew that
nations were made of cities, and worlds were made of nations. Furthermore, the
worlds she knew and worlds she did not know were all wrapped around things
called planets, and they all spun
around things called stars, which all
surged within a mighty maelstrom called galaxies,
which floated in a thing called universe,
which balanced on the tip of a thing called O,
which was kept locked away inside a small treasure chest called...what was it called? She suddenly forgot,
and Hidel [her dragon] shifted awkwardly beneath her as if he sensed her distress.
There were other
goddesses, of course, so she did not have to do everything herself. Yet it was
quite clear that this land over which she soared was meant to be cared for by
her. The goddess Sei Bo had told her so, and when a goddess tells you
something, you believe it and you remember it—
Ah! The treasure chest is called Ah! And every person carried a piece of it inside themselves, said
the birthstone in a strange new language she was still learning, full of squiggles
and dots and checks and lines cut into pieces. They filled her head, made her
want to sleep, even though she knew there would never be any sleep for her. The
days extended for ages and the nights even longer.
Did you see what she did there? The universe is something sitting on the tip of something larger, vaster - which is contained in something very, very small. Thereby adding mystery to the story - and perhaps a new religion. Who can say? Epic fantasy is all about names, putting the right name to the right character, place, or object, thus bringing it into existence for the first time. Epic fantasy has a way of starting things, at least for those who can subtly sense its finer nuances. And understand the meanings of names given surreptitiously between sips of coffee on a Sunday morning. That's how the O turns sometimes. You know?
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