A writer of speculative fiction and lover of geeky things, Melanie R. Meadors lives in central Massachusetts, in a one hundred-year-old house full of quirks and surprises. She’s been known to befriend wandering garden gnomes, do battle with metal-eating squirrels, and has been called a superhero on on more than one occasion. Her short fiction has been published in Circle Magazine, The Wheel, and Prick of the Spindle, and was a finalist in the Jim Baen Memorial Science Fiction Contest in 2014. For her day job she is the Publicity Coordinator at Ragnarok Publications as well as a freelance publicist. She’s also a contributor to www.GeekMom.com.
A wizard who is the best paranormal detective in Chicago. A psychometrist who works at NYC’s Department of Extraordinary Affairs. The newest van driver for the St. Edward’s Parish coroner’s office who seems to just walk away from whatever accident she has.
Urban fantasy fans might recognize the above characters. I myself have gone on many adventures with them. But lately it’s occurred to me that these characters give me something more than just adventure. I see some of myself in them, and relate to them in ways that perhaps others might not.
No, I’m not magical (or AM I?). But if you look at the daily lives of these and other urban fantasy characters, you’ll see that their powers don’t come without a price. With urban fantasy, instead of having special needs in strange worlds, they have special powers in this world. And they have to still have to find ways to function in this world as normal people.
That sounds kind of familiar, doesn’t it?
I have some of what I would consider some pretty cool powers. I have an astounding memory. The only thing I tend to forget is that not everyone can remember events blow by blow that happened twenty years ago. I can focus on something so much that I almost go into a trance about it-until something bigger and better attracts my attention (SQUIRREL!). This allows me to make connections between things that other people might not be able to. When my attention is on something, nothing can take it off-including the task I’m supposed to be doing at that time. My mind is never quiet. It’s always working. Which makes it rather difficult to sleep at times. Like, every night. My train of thought looks like spaghetti. But again-that spaghetti makes it possible to come to different conclusions about things than many other folks. I have a marvelous IQ. I think fast and work really well under pressure. I am creative about almost everything I do, sometimes from necessity. When one plan doesn’t work for something, I always have another ready to go. But sometimes those new plans happen when the old ones haven’t failed yet, and seem so lucrative. So I need to have a plan, and it needs to be in front of me all day, not covered up, so the new things that come up don’t take precedent over the old to-dos. I need some decompression time at night before bed, and I need to make sure I get everything done so I’m not obsessing all night.
As you can see, my powers certainly have their drawbacks. But I know what my weaknesses and limitations are, so I work around them or with them so I can function in the real, normal world. Sort of like some of my favorite urban fantasy characters.
Harry Dresden is a wizard-and who the hell wouldn’t want to be a wizard? But when we meet him in Storm Front, we see that he has to be a wizard in Chicago. He has to live his life to conform with social norms (at least to a point). He can’t touch electronic devices without them going haywire. Harry goes to answer the phone, and lord knows what will happen next. Elevators, even electric lights are not safe with him around. “It has something to do with being a wizard, with working with magical forces. The more delicate and modern the machine is, the more likely it is that something will go wrong if I get close enough to it. I can kill a copier at fifty paces.” (Jim Butcher, Storm Front)
Harry Dresden isn’t the only urban fantasy character to have a hard time in this world. Meet Simon Canderous, in Anton Strout’s paranormal detective series. Simon has the power of psychometry. He can learn everything about an item’s history just by touching it. This makes him pretty good at lost and found, as well as knowing an object’s true value-something that comes in handy for deeds both good and bad. But Simon’s cool power doesn’t come without a price. When he touches something, anything, there is a risk that his mind will go through that objects history, leaving him in a weakened state afterward. Simon carries candy around with him everywhere so he can cope with his blood sugar crash after these episodes. He has to learn how to control his power, and indeed much of the first book deals with that. But think about other faults of having this power. At the beginning of Dead to Me, poor Simon has brought a girl home with him, which under ordinary circumstances would have been great. But just as things are getting interesting, the woman’s cell phone slips and touches him. He gets bombarded with past events. Her past events. “It was full Technicolor glory in my mind as I was struck by the psychic vision of Tamara’s firm, naked form. It stung all the more since I’d been mere seconds away from experiencing the real thing for myself. Instead, I was forced to watch her getting it on with another guy-a goatee-sporting, muscle-bound blond who was, of course, infinitely more attractive than me.” (Anton Strout, Dead to Me)
No, that wouldn’t make things awkward at all. Simon has to wear gloves often, and he has a special room, his White Room, in his apartment where he can go to relax and not have to worry about stray psychometric threads. Everything in there is unused and has only been touched by him. He has his way of coping with the world, of grasping as much normalcy as he can.
In Diana Rowland’s White Trash Zombie series, Angel Crawford has an interesting power. She heals incredibly quickly after having what should have been a fatal accident. In fact, physically, nothing seems to get her down. Well, as long as she gets her daily recommended dose of brains. Without them…well, things start to smell a little. “I took a quick shower and toweled off, then sniffed my arm again. It wasn’t nearly as bad, yet there was still a lingering aroma of something dead that clung to me.” (Diana Rowland, My Life as a White Trash Zombie) If Angel doesn’t get brains, her body starts to rot. And as you can imagine, brains aren’t exactly easy to come by. She gets around this difficulty (somewhat) by working at a morgue and forging connections with other people like her.
Coping mechanisms, companionship, and knowing one’s limitations and triggers. These are all very real parts of life when you have things that make you different from others, whether they be magical powers or a hyperactive-hyperdrive brain like I have (also known as ADHD). There are pros and cons when you live life with special powers, but as we can see from the characters in these and many other books in the genre, as well as the superheroes in real life who face out of the ordinary challenges, you can prevail.