Man is the creature who does not know what to desire, and he turns to others in order to make up his mind. We desire what others desire because we imitate their desires.
- René Girard (1923-2015)
Frnechman René Girard’s work has been enjoying a renaissance in recent years. He has long been recognised for his theory of human behaviour and human culture. In 2005 he was inducted into the Académie française, and in 2008 he received the Modern Language Association's award for Lifetime Scholarly Achievement. He was Professor Emeritus at Stanford University.
Back more than 50 years ago, René Girard started teaching French literature because he needed a job. He hadn't even read many of the books he was assigned to teach. Then, as he studied the classic novels of Stendhal and Proust with a fresh mind, staying one step ahead of his students, he was struck by a series of similarities from novel to novel. Unbound by any narrow research agenda, Girard discovered a simple but powerful pattern that had eluded sophisticated critics before him: imitation is the fundamental mechanism of human behaviour.
Stories thrive on conflict between characters. By reading the great writers against the grain of conventional wisdom, Girard realised that people don't fight over their differences. They fight because they are the same, and they want the same things. Not because they need the same things (food, sex, scarce material goods), but because they want what will earn others' envy. Humans, with a planning intelligence that sets them apart from all other animals, are free to choose. With freedom comes risk and uncertainty: humans don't know in advance what to choose, so they look to others for cues.
People can desire anything, as long as other people seem to desire it, too: that is the meaning of Girard's concept of "mimetic desire." Since people tend toward the same objects of desire, jealousy and rivalry are inevitable sources of social tension.
rhi, i have a confession. you know i love your writing immensely, right? i’ve at least read every single one of your fics THREE TIMES. i love your writing that much. well... there is one fic of yours i can only handle to read once and never ever again. disclaimer: not because it was terribly written or anything. no, so so far from that. you wrote it so well that i can only handle going through the heart break once of reader being so desperate for kuroo’s love even if it’s just a fraction of how he felt for his late lover knowing deep down that she (reader) will never compare nor will kuroo love her even quite close to her (kuroo’s late lover)
also, wow. remembering that fic and has made me think about how incredibly... sad... obsession can be. now i’m thinking about what will happen if reader dies before the yans whether it may be from an illness, an accident, murder, or natural causes. i can see some yans literally die from heartache (i heard somewhere that it happens 😧) or go batshit crazy killing spree (if it were caused by an accident / murder) or i also can see some try to find an imitation of them to fill in the hole in their heart (that they most likely never fill)
personally, i am not one for the concept of a yan that tries, tries and tries again. it kinda kills the fun (again, for me) when they're willing – eager, even – to just move onto the next one after it doesn't work out. like it didn't matter, didn't rewrite their fucking DNA, loving you.
no, i like an obsession that rots. that twists like a knife, that digs its claws in so deep, even if its wrenched out there's no fixing the mess left behind. which, in a weird way, is why i love imitation.
like i said, normally the idea of a replaceable darling really doesn't do it for me, nor do fics where the reader/object of obsession dies. it's why beyond imitation i'll probably never write the trope again BUT looking at imitation through the lens of that first love? kuroo being absolutely destroyed by her death, and with every failed replacement losing himself a little more?
he was never good, obviously – he stole her, too. he gets worse without her. colder, angrier, more callous. less human. they aren't people to him, they're not her. deep, deep down, he knows all of this is a fool's errand. they'll never be her, so they don't have a hope in hell of filling the gaping, bloody hole she left behind. he's dragging kenma down with him, he doesn't care about that either. the smart, healthy thing to do would be to accept it. there's no moving on for someone like him, of course not, but he could stop hurting other people, stop taking the pretty girls that remind him of her, at half a glance anyway.
but that's not going to happen either. because if he can convince himself, for a single moment, a heartbeat, that he's got her back in his arms, that she never left him in the first place–
Checking out the Shangri-La Frontier premiere, and am glad the anime tradition of blatantly replicating something but just changing a few letters holds true.