One of the many nice things about peasant uprisings, as plot points go, is that the peasants are everywhere. You don't have to do a particular lot of maneuvering to get your protagonist near potentially-uprisable peasants. They're around. There's a reason they call them commoners. Your characters walk into a bar. Peasants! They buy some fruit. Peasants! They go to have their shoes re-soled. Peasants! They want to hire a fishing boat. Peasants!
Unless you're in that one period of Hungarian history, of course, in which case Aristocrats! but other than that.
That being the case, why don't more authors write peasant uprisings for me? They make me so happy, and they're easy. It's not like you have to sit around for very long thinking really hard about what on earth the peasants might find to get angry over; there's plenty. You don't have to draw the long family trees with the million crossed branches, because they're peasants; no one cares if they're actually their own fifth cousin twice removed, especially not them. In fact, there's a lot of stupid stuff you don't have to bother with in a peasant uprising. And blood is compulsory. Rhetoric may even be compulsory, too. So by then you have your choice about whether you want to bother with love and whether you want them consecutive or concurrent, but the point is, you already have blood and rhetoric, so you're good to go.
I'm not saying it has to be every book. I'm just saying, for your plot development needs, please consider the peasant uprising. It's fun! It's fresh! It's versatile! It's got barricades! Haven't you always wanted barricades?
I thought so.
Unless you're in that one period of Hungarian history, of course, in which case Aristocrats! but other than that.
That being the case, why don't more authors write peasant uprisings for me? They make me so happy, and they're easy. It's not like you have to sit around for very long thinking really hard about what on earth the peasants might find to get angry over; there's plenty. You don't have to draw the long family trees with the million crossed branches, because they're peasants; no one cares if they're actually their own fifth cousin twice removed, especially not them. In fact, there's a lot of stupid stuff you don't have to bother with in a peasant uprising. And blood is compulsory. Rhetoric may even be compulsory, too. So by then you have your choice about whether you want to bother with love and whether you want them consecutive or concurrent, but the point is, you already have blood and rhetoric, so you're good to go.
I'm not saying it has to be every book. I'm just saying, for your plot development needs, please consider the peasant uprising. It's fun! It's fresh! It's versatile! It's got barricades! Haven't you always wanted barricades?
I thought so.
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Date: 2007-05-24 01:39 pm (UTC)What?
Oh, peasant.
Never mind.
The peasants are always revolting!
Date: 2007-05-24 01:40 pm (UTC)This is all reminding me of Westmark, which is one of my all time favorite treatments of civil war. (Maybe because it was one of the first.)
Re: The peasants are always revolting!
Date: 2007-05-24 01:42 pm (UTC)No.
Not only that.
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Date: 2007-05-24 01:56 pm (UTC)Re: The peasants are always revolting!
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Date: 2007-05-24 02:03 pm (UTC)My family moved house because of a pheasant uprising once.
No, seriously. My parents had decided that self-sufficiency was a good thing, and that the urban environment was not the best for us, so we moved from Dublin to half-way up a mountain in the wilds of North Cork. The first year they planted a sizable garden and neighbouring cattle ambled in and ate everything. So my father put up a hefty fence, and the second year rabbits tunneled in and ate everything. So the following year he buried chicken wire to a depth of a couple of feet all around the garden, and somebody released an enormous flock of pheasants for the hunting virtually next door, and they ate everything. At which point my parents said "sod this for a lark" and moved somewhere more civilised, though not alas back to Dublin. I suggested putting a canopy over the garden but nobody paid me any attention; to be fair, I was eight.
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Date: 2007-05-24 02:45 pm (UTC)I guess you would say that I should just have forgotten about my NCO and had five hundred farmers with pitchforks. I might revisit that, actualy.
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Date: 2007-05-24 03:03 pm (UTC)I think you can have all the advantages of the peasant revolt as discussed in this entry, though, even with your rising-middle-class instigators or opportunists or whatever.
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Date: 2007-05-24 03:09 pm (UTC)Is book 2 of Mistborn out? I didn't think it was....or are you one of the lucky advance readers?
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