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A stakeholder is:
2. a person with an interest or concern in something, especially a business.
Is it hard sometimes to discover all the stakeholders in a story, especially a mystery? We are introduced to the protagonists fairly early on, but there are even minor characters who sometimes are major stakeholders and we have to use clues to find them. They may be good people helping the main characters or villains, but they shouldn’t be overlooked.
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What do some of these characters do in the story?
They provide support, encouragement and comfort to people who are in trouble.
They provide funds for those on the road or active while sitting back uninvolved.
They are the ones the others fight for to protect or guide.
They hang on to objects or knowledge or letters until needed.
Sometimes they lie and obstruct investigations.
Sometimes they come out of the dark into the light in a surprising splash of activity.
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I have been thinking of the fourth book in the Jaran series by Kate Elliott where the prince comes into his own after all the troubles he has been through. The first time I read the books, I was shocked by the ending, but later I realized that he had been a stakeholder all along and that helped.
In Lord of the Rings some of the stakeholders were not main characters, but they had a stake in the outcome and were important, Merry, Pippin, Eowyn and Faramir come to mind.
Who do you think of as stakeholders in your favorite stories?
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NOTE: Considering what is happening in our world, I decided that these words by Winston Churchill were timely:
from Triumph and Tragedy by Winston Churchill (pgs. 111, 112)
Aug. 28, 1944
It has been said that the price of freedom is eternal vigilance. The question arises, What is freedom? There are one or two quite simple, practical tests by which it can be known in the modern world in peace conditions, namely:
Is there the right to free expression of opinion and of opposition and criticism of the Government of the day?
Have the people the right to turn out a Government of which they disapprove, and are constitutional means provided by which they can make their will apparent?
Are their courts of justice free from violence by the Executive and from threats of mob violence, and free of all association with particular political parties?
Will these courts administer open and well-established laws which are associated in the human mind with the broad principles of decency and justice?
Will there be fair play for poor as well as for rich, for private persons as well as Government officials?
Will the rights of the individual, subject to his duties to the State, be maintained and asserted and exalted?
Is the ordinary …workman who is earning a living by daily toil and striving to bring up a family free from the fear that some grim police organization … will tap him on the shoulder and pack him off without fair or open trial to bondage or ill-treatment?
NOTE:
From the comments below, an author you might wish to check out:
Just published e-book called “Overburden”
The foggy bank between consciousness and sleep seemed thicker and heavier than normal. The stabbing pain in his head made the siren call back to the depths welcoming and preferable. He could tell he was in his own bed, in his room, his house, and it seemed normal and easier to surrender to the sleepiness that beckoned him. Feelings of conflict were winning over the desire for more sleep and beckoning his attention. He needed to wake up and the ever more insistent yowls of the family cat made his headache even worse.
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The groan was so loud it startled him into opening his eyes. He realized the sound had arisen from his own body, and then...
... As he rose still further from slumber, the distressed squalling of the family cat continued from another room, complaining and obviously disturbed by some sort of calamity. His grit glued eyes prevented him from seeing the crud encrusted clothing, and undissolved pills he had washed down with half a bottle of tequila. When he had wiped the sleep from his eyes, he recognized his headache was not from a nightmare, but from a reality he had no wish to participate in. One he had glaringly failed to escape.
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