Which Fictional Character Would You Trust With Your Life for a Week?

If you had to switch lives with a fictional character for a week, who would you choose?

Today’s writing prompt asked which fictional character I would switch lives with for a week. I almost picked someone exciting. Then I noticed the word “switch.” If I take their life, they take mine: my desk, my calls, my dinner table, my promises. That changed everything. Suddenly the detectives, tricksters and superheroes looked like terrible tenants. I ended up with a quieter choice, and found that old stories from India, Greece, Baghdad and the Tamil country had worried about the same problem long before me. Have a read, and tell me: who would you hand your keys to?

Whom Would You Trust With Your Life for a Week?

Most answers to this prompt begin with envy. We pick the character whose life we want: the wizard, the detective, the hero who flies. I think the prompt hides a sharper question, and it sits in one word.

1. The word is “switch.” A switch runs both ways. If I step into a character’s life for a week, that character steps into mine. He sits at my desk, answers my phone, eats with my family, and keeps or breaks my promises. For forty years I drafted laws for a living, and that work teaches one habit above all: read every word, because the small word carries the large duty.
2. So the question changes. It is no longer “whose life do I want?” It is “whom would I trust with mine?” The first question is about appetite. The second is about character.
3. This test removes most favourites quickly. Sherlock Holmes would insult my neighbours by Tuesday. Odysseus would lie to everyone I know, brilliantly. Hamlet would postpone every decision waiting on my table. A superhero would be bored by my week and careless with it. Their lives are wonderful to borrow. They are poor tenants.
4. The old stories understood this danger better than we do. An Indian legend tells how the philosopher Shankara left his own body to enter the body of a dead king, in order to learn what a monk’s life could not teach him. His disciples guarded his empty body in a cave. The king’s ministers grew suspicious and ordered that every lifeless body in the land be burned. Shankara returned, the legend says, as the flames were being lit. The lesson is plain: the adventure is never the risk. The vacated life is the risk.
5. Homer knew it too. Odysseus comes home dressed as a beggar and sits in his own hall to learn what became of his house while he was gone. The whole ending of the Odyssey turns on one question: who kept faith with an absent man’s life?
6. Other traditions treat the borrowed life as a discipline, not a holiday. In the Arabian Nights, the Caliph Harun al-Rashid walks Baghdad at night dressed as a merchant, because a throne is a bad place from which to see a city. In the Buddhist Jataka tales, the Bodhisatta lives as a hare, a monkey, a trader, a king; each life is a lesson carried into the next. In the Tamil epic Manimekalai, the heroine is shown her former life, and the knowledge does not carry her away from the world. It sends her back into it with a bowl that never empties, to feed the hungry. In every case the traveller returns, and the return is the point.
7. My choice, then, is Atticus Finch. I choose him not because he is a lawyer but because of what a neighbour says of him in the novel: he is the same man inside his house as he is on the public street. That is exactly the quality a tenant of my life would need. He would read my files with care, speak gently to those who telephone, and sit patiently through a committee meeting. He is also the man who taught his children that you never understand a person until you walk around inside his skin. He would take the week seriously because he already believes in the exercise.
8. There is a fair objection. A swap chosen for safety is a swap that risks nothing. If I select my week as I would select an insurance policy, I have turned an adventure into a precaution. A week that cannot hurt me probably cannot teach me.
9. But look at what the trust test actually selects. Trustworthy characters rarely have easy lives, because trustworthiness is made by difficulty. Atticus’s week may include the night he sits alone outside a jail with a reading lamp, facing men who have come to do harm. It may include the afternoon he loses a case he should have won, and walks out of the courtroom with his back straight. I asked for a safe pair of hands and received a hard week. The safe choice and the harder life turn out to be the same choice.
10. Then comes the eighth day. I return to a desk in order, perhaps in better order than I left it. And I carry one uncomfortable question home from Maycomb. I asked whether a fictional character could be trusted with my life. The fair question is the reverse: could I be trusted with his?

Note for readers: Manimekalai is one of the five great epics of classical Tamil literature, a Buddhist work attributed to the poet Sathanar. Its heroine receives the Amudha Surabhi, a bowl that never runs empty, and uses it to feed the poor. The story of Shankara and the king comes from later traditional biographies of the eighth-century philosopher, and is legend rather than history.

John Britto Kurusumuthu

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