Fictional Dinner Party

[fetish]

Which 5 fictional characters from some of your favourite books would you like to group together and invite to a dinner party of your own? Why these ones? How would the dinner party progress?

[spookymulder93]

General Woundwort because I believe he could teach us all about how to run a warren.

Smerdyakov because he's got it all figured out.

Max Brooks in the fictional world where zombies exist, because I'm sure he'd have some interesting tales.

Big Brother because they'd send me to room 101 if I didn't invite him.
and
Gatsby because we'd have the party at his mansion.

[untroddenways]

Oh, how often I have daydreamed about this opportunity. I would no doubt gather a sundry assortment of clashing personalities... Let us see..

Kilgore Trout - Need I say more? This fellow had the most brilliantly terrible story ideas. If all bad plot lines resembled his, I might not be so upset about the bad writing. Plus... his experience in Breakfast of Champions. Jeez... to meet any character that Vonnegut has laid his hands on. Poor guy. :P

Wing Biddlebaum - That is, the character from Sherwood Anderson's Hands. I have always felt so sorry for the guy. I would try to aid him, and I'm sure the others would do the same.

Dr. Pangloss - He would amuse everyone, I'm certain. Hilarious delusions. Just to hear him try and justify his and everyone else's experiences... you know. I can imagine him hopelessly trying to console Biddlebaum.

Eugene Gant - He would add some intellectualism to the group. One of my favorite characters, anyway.

And.. if I can do this...

Lucy. The mysterious woman Wordsworth wrote about. She would probably be the center-point of the discussion, and rightly so.

[untroddenways]

Actually, Frank Honneiker from Cat's Cradle might be as entertaining as Trout. The constant, "I like the cut of your jib!"

‘I want to talk cold turkey to you, man to man!’” etc.

[Patrick_Bateman]

Patrick Bateman

Guy Montag

Meuersault

[prendrelemick]

Twoflower: always pleasant, completely naive. He would always be genuinely interested in the conversation, the fittings and fixtures, the food etc..

Squire Weston. A man without a self concious bone in his body.

Helen of Troy: Just to see what she looks like.

Becky Sharpe: Just to see her operate.

Jane Austin: Not fictional I know, but she would be sat next to me making wry observations about the others' behavior.

I would set the party in the time of Squire Weston, with plenty of roast capons and saddles of lamb, great flagons of dark red wine or foaming ale. There would be little cutlery and even less table manners - plenty of belching and throwing of bones over the shoulder to the pack of dogs by the fire.
My male guests have been carefully chosen to make me seem the most handsome of course and the females are a mixture of the qualities that would make up the perfect
woman.