If you watch any TV at all, the nightly news is constantly buzzing about men caught in obvious lies and chicanery of all sorts--the most recent, Congressman Anthony Weiner. Not that women don't lie. They do, but I'm beginning to believe they are much better at it. How many powerful men, when finally cornered, find themselves blubbering a tearful confession in front of a microphone. O mea culpa. To make matters worse, a man will often force the woman in his life to stand stoically by his side while he recites his litany of stupidity. I scratch my head in disbelief. Now, when Sarah Palin tells a lie, she just keeps on truckin' like the pistol-packin' mama she is. One good lie deserves another. She doesn't even bat an eyelash. You might want to choke her, but you have to admire her ability to dodge the bullets. (You've got to use gun metaphors when talking about Sarah.)
So all of this has me thinking. With all these examples of liars in real life, why don't we write more about them in fiction? Lying is a real art form and a serious character flaw. I want to re-examine some of my fictional characters, men and women, in terms of their ability to tell a lie or not. Moreover, I want to understand why a person thinks he or she is immune to being caught in dishonesty. How do real life people or the characters in your stories so confound the facts and fictions of their lives that they do not recognize their own deceit until somebody finally nails their hide to the wall?
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