…from the get go. Maybe
it’s due to the contrast between her bright brains and her sinner’s body, or
maybe it’s due to the nonchalant disdain for all things that our pop-bubblegum
culture thrives on. Truth is, I love her dedication. Her utter obsession
towards the task at hand. Towards solving the mystery.
Her selfless quest
for truth and enlightenment almost erases her inner self. Piecing together the
puzzle of a smashed skull, the looks straight into the abyss of death, and
although the abyss looks back at her, her capacity for marveling with the
hidden truths and the cold equations of the universe, smothers that frightful
look, like vacuum killing a flame.
Working throughout
the night she seems lonely, but one feels she’s never truly so, as if she’s
carrying the ghosts of all her broken, twisted, charred skeletons within her,
collecting experience – lived
experience – through the martyrdom of the victims she reveals in every episode. In a way, it’s as
if Bones (Brennan’s nickname, derived from her anthropological expertise) is
meant to give life to the Cartesian duality of body and soul. Something the
series – Bones (2005-2017) – hints at, but never quiet fully explores. Temperance,
Dr, Brennan, or simply Bones (Emily Deschanel), is a focused mind lodged in a
body she’s oblivious to, however a body that we’re all too aware of.Although
to say she’s oblivious to her body is not the most truthful assertion, as she
keeps it honed as a lethal weapon through martial arts training. The more
correct statement would be that she thinks of her body as an instrument to her mind,
and so the attention she gives to it is the same we give our cars. It must be
kept functional, and clean, and impressive, but it is not who we are.
Not having met her
when I was kid, I didn’t fell head over heels for her, as I had for Wilma
Deering, or Daisy Duke, or Triple A. But I fell in love nonetheless. How can
you not, when such a sharp mind is housed in a body like hers?
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