When I was in high school, I think a junior or a senior, I read “Anthem” by Ayn Rand and “Harrison Bergeron” by Kurt Vonnegut, more or less back to back. I loved those stories. They fed into my sense of being uniquely special, like I was somehow above the more pedestrian order of my peers.
As I got older, I started to understand the political irony of enjoying those two authors. (I never read anything else by Rand, though I did go on to read more Vonnegut.) But as I grow older still, I’m starting to realize that the ideological space between them is not as wide as I had thought.
This week, I was talking to a friend who was shocked and horrified that I liked Anthem. (She saw through the pandering when she read it.) We discussed other books from our childhoods that had the same theme of “you are the best, you are the chosen one, no one understands you.”
Some of that just feels like normal Hero’s Journey stuff, right? Like, it’s innocuous. But if you dig deeper, you start to realize that there’s a pretty significant difference between Ender Wiggin and Frodo Baggins. “The ends justify the means” type stuff. (To be fair, Card did cover that in the sequels, before he really went off the deep end.)
And I know it’s weird, but once I started to think about that, I started realizing that over-identification with Ender was kind of a yellow flag in people I’d known in the past. Not always a red flag, not always a guarantee of rigidity in thinking and a need to be always right; but a yellow flag for sure.
For myself, I categorize this growing realization as my process of shifting from a Ravenclaw to a Hufflepuff. I don’t have to be the smartest one in the room anymore. (And, more importantly, by letting go of that need, I’m able to recognize when other people *are* smarter than me, and to learn from them! Anytime you’re the smartest person in the room you’re missing a huge opportunity.) What I have to do is work as hard as I can on the stuff I am good at, the stuff I am doing, and try to hold everything together in a world that sometimes feels like it’s spinning out of control.
Emilybook 