Working On //Misery City//

//Max Murray, damned detective of the paranormal, roams the streets of Misery City, where even Hell is just another suburb. Femme fatales, lurking horrors and gloomy nightmares cast their shadows on Max's nightlife.//

All these can be just an infinite blabla if our hero Max couldn't become something like a real personality. It was needed to find for him the proper behaviour, the right psychosis and everyday obsessions. Starting with Max, seemed very easy to let myself sink into the stereotypes that follow the noir-like protagonists. It would be mistaken to create a fearless one sided hero, that solves the one case after the other 'n' bangs every night a different woman.
I think, a small flashback about Max's stories is proper at the moment. Max was born as a character that would fit into those horror-noir-detective stories, where he could be also an observant of the paranormal. Something like a spying eye on stories that happen next to us and stay forever secret. Who could know, if a vampire from outer space was that low profile neighbor that was receiving his newspaper always at night? Could you think that he lost his spaceship and he wanted Max to search for it?
Max's adventures had to be more strange and less predictable. Max would be tortured by femmes fatales but in fact his course would be drawn by a woman that he is in love.
This must have been unfulfilled love and so on. His personality has a touch of sadness and misery, much alike the feeling that Misery City must give to its citizens. So, his love for Pakita isn't easily achievable, but Max, has the will to try and be for her, what other men couldn't be. He wants to be her protector, her guide and lover. On the other hand Pakita doesn't look so much spiritual let's say about her decisions on matters of love. Pakita has also a very earthly appearance, a fact which made it difficult for me to find the right expressions for describing her normal beauty. Poets write hymns about the out-of-this-world appearance of small aphrodites etc. Pakita is something different and Max is absolutely in love with her archetypical, primitive female goddess-like form. Trying to find the right words for expressing Max's thoughts, I had as a helpful companion the works of Marquis de Sade. His way of describing the multiple expressions of the human passions was more than inspiring. To say the truth I feel like a thief, for occasionaly stealing his style and putting it into Max's mouth. So, Max is not uneducated, nor ignorant of the women's sexuality. I wanted for him to be poetic in his way of describing people and sentiments. Sometimes ofcourse dirty and cynical, but for sure a bit more sophisticated in the ways of love.