Murder is the most heinous of crimes, the greatest of sins, the epitome of evil…and it fascinates us.
As a writer, I am keenly interested in how storytellers kill people. I read Suzanne Collins’, The Hunger Games, and saw the movie. There’s a lot of murder in it, done YA style.
My favorite is death by killer wasps. It’s a wonderfully clean a way of killing people. The heroine doesn’t get blood on her hands, and the bad guys look ugly when they die. She’s a feisty sixteen year old doing what she has to do to survive. She’s been cornered (well, actually treed) and we cheer her on when she drops a nest of killer wasps on her opponents.
We don’t see her as violent or evil.
The insects do her dirty work. We know she’s behind it, but we don’t blame her. We admire her survival skills. We love her spunk.
What a clean way to do a dirty deed. Brilliant writing by Suzanne Collins.