The Search for Freedom: To Provide New Guards

More of the backstory. Guest post by AlphabeticalAnonymous Long before the public sphere came to seem so polarized, spoilers (sneak-peeks of the ending of a book or movie) were perhaps the most polarizing topic in my marriage. I can’t stand them; I insist on following the path of narrative discovery set out by the media’s creator, while my wife loves nothing more than to page to the end of a book before reading it, read a review of a streaming episode before watching it, and so forth. We recently finished watching the latest season of Strange New Worlds (a sad mistake for the most part, alas), and during several episodes I couldn’t shake an irrational, niggling distraction at the back of my mind, because I knew that she knew what was going to happen. I say all this only to absolve myself from feeling embarrassed about my party members’ names. Had I known that my primary adversaries had names like Macbeth—sorry, Macabath—and Camisole—sorry, Kamazol—I feel as though I might have tried…