The Man in the Starched White Shirt

So there I was, riding my usual train one day, in myat least for a time, at least until Solomon (a Jewish
starched white shirt, reading the newspaper andcharacter fleeing the Inquisition) takes him on.
looking out the window, exceedingly happy, when I 
saw a book that another passenger was reading. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that almost
The book was "Sliver", but I misread the title andall of my readers really liked Silver, and a good many
believed that the book's title was "Silver", andof them disliked Solomon, a true hero.  My readers
immediately envied the author that had come up withwanted Silver to succeed and Solomon to fail. 
the idea of writing the memoirs of Long John Silver. Worse, many of my readers identified with Silver. 
Where could I buy that book?They wanted to be as free as him, to strike at their
 opponents with impunity.  An anti-hero by any other
I couldn't help but imagine how I would have writtenname is still a hero.
the novel, the twists that I would have brought to 
the tale and how I would have explored the conceptWe admire villains.  It is an honest answer and all the
of evil in all its forms in my novel.  I discovered mymore terrible for it.
error when I looked at the title of the book again, 
and that same night, on the train ride home, wroteWe are drawn to evil characters, real and fictional
the first words of the first chapter in SILVER.ones, because of a need that we have for them
 that is akin to love: "Villain, you complete me."
Wait a minute.  The exploration of evil?  I was 
happy.  Wasn't I?  Well, yes -- and an optimist to"I know that I do.  Now just take this gun and . . ."
boot.  I loved my job, and had received promotion 
after promotion.  I was making good, although notAnd let’s face it: I am no better.  I wanted to
extravagant, money.  My wife and I were no longerwrite about evil to find out an answer, but was also
ordering pizza as often as possible on weekends toentrapped by my character and reveled in his
save money.  We were no longer watchingmaliciousness.
television on the floor, but had a couch, a Herculon 
couch from Sears no less.  We could spill on it withSo much has changed since I started writing Silver on
impunity.  We were able to go to the movies morethe train many years ago.  Both of my children are
often, buy the occasional bottle of wine, had lots ofgrown.  I remain blessed in so many ways.  A
friends and had started a family.  We werenumber of our friends have divorced.  Some have
healthy.  So why was I writing about evil?passed away.  We have a wine collection, don't
 worry about spending too much for dinner, and have
The protagonist of my novel was a pirate after all. a number of couches -- leather ones that aren't more
I might have written about a fun-loving swashbucklercomfortable than our original couch but match the
just like the ones in other books and in movies, but Irest of the furniture.  Our health is okay, although
was driven to create a character that was thewe've had our scares.
embodiment of evil.  Here’s why: I am a child of 
a Holocaust survivor and that starched white shirt"Yes, villain.  You complete me."
could only protect me so much.  My mother never 
spoke of her experiences during the war.  I had"Of course I do."
studied the Holocaust, and nobody, not a single 
teacher, book or student could give me a plausibleHow scary we all are, in our starched white shirts,
answer why so many people were captivated bylooking out windows and smiling as the landscape rolls
such a cruel dictator.  I had to try to find out.by us, optimists, as if we did not know better, as if
 we should not be looking over the next hill to see if
The Long John Silver that I created is charismatic. there is a figure there waiting for us with open arms
He is strong, witty, cunning, smart and exceptionallyand a pistol.
likeable.  The reader is supposed to root for Silver,