OMG, I
love
E H Shepherd's illustrations!
The one with Piglet and the little rag of the balloon made me cry. I mean, last time I saw it, a few years ago, it made me cry. Gah. It's like Larkin's poem
As Bad As A Mile
for crystaiising that particular sense of piteous failure in a few quick strokes of the pen.
Speaking of a few quick strokes of the pen (couldn't resist), have you seen this?
I've somehow missed whether there's a name for a male Mary Sue. I'm thinking of the sort of character who's a doctor who lands a commercial airplane in an emergency; finds food and water in the wilderness; makes an electric generator with spare parts; is true to his one true love while being hit on by everyone woman he meets; and has steely gray eyes and a determined chin.
Alpha male. (in current romance parlance... sorry, couldn't help myself.)
Jack definitely is one, whatever one is.
the sort of character who's a doctor who lands a commercial airplane in an emergency; finds food and water in the wilderness; makes an electric generator with spare parts; is true to his one true love while being hit on by everyone woman he meets; and has steely gray eyes and a determined chin.
I'm surprised nobody named Buckaroo Banzai.