Monday, April 9, 2007

Her Name was Marla Singer

I love this character more than any other character. Every girl/woman/person has a little Marla Singer in her/him/it. I certainly do, and I challenge anyone to say they don't. Now, this does not mean you are some drug addled psycho running around in weird clothes, going to support groups for men who have lost their balls. Au contraire. What I see in Marla is part of a personality that is sort of lost. She doesn't really know what she is doing, she floats through life not really paying attention to the details, she uses drugs as her vehicle for escape...come on, we've ALL done that. Haven't we? No? Maybe it's just me, then. I am not afraid to say that I have acted as impulsive, compulsive, obsessive as Marla Singer in the past. But she is an integral part of the story. Without Marla, Fight Club would just be a bunch of dudes beating on each other (or beating on themselves, which you can interpret any way you like). Marla adds dimension (dementia?) to the story. Her character really loves the narrator/Durden. Her character allows us to take a peek into the inner workings of the male psyche via the third person. We watch her trying to spend time with the narrator/Durden, we watch her having sex with him, and we watch her get hurt by him. But we also see that the narrator is not altogether there with regards to the relationship. He uses Tyler as a mechanism for escape, in the same manner Marla uses drugs for an escape. So, really, they're perfect for each other, no?

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