It's been mentioned that some authors have issues with fanfic because somebody uses their characters that they own (paraphrased from different place
( Read more... )
That's a brilliant take on it. I've never heard that before.
By that reasoning, my astral space looks like 1889 London-and-Paris and is populated by badass lesbian agents of La Surete and wise-cracking male prostitutes with hearts of gold.
I'm more worried about pirating than fanficcing. Excellent fanfiction has inspired me to buy numerous books, movies, and TV DVDs that I never would have thought to buy before. Done badly, it's only bad writing. Done well, I think it actually *sells* books.
He. Thanks. :) I should have been working, but I kinda didn't... Too excited.
And - I like your astral space. I think we should merge or become neighbours. Plenty of my mafia hitmen would like to meet prostitutes with hearts of gold :)
And, yes, fanfiction (and fanfic communities) are an ongoing discourse about the material - which creates gravity that a) pulls in new people and b) keeps those that are invested in there and turns them into supporters.
Many modern marketing campaigns try to foster that kind of discourse and very often fail. (Whole point of Starbucks being on Facebook). If it works, it's Money In The Bank. People want to share stuff -common love of things makes them fan, and gives them the whole fannish experience. We all want to belong. But we can choose where we want to belong, and we can feel kicked out if an author/creator/brand (and authors are brands) show us blatant disrespect.
Many fandoms are dead, and with them the cashflow of that emotional investment.
I once wrote a silly fic to that effect with the characters "behind the scenes" like meta-versions of themselves in the waiting area of my brain, of course wondering what horrible thing I'm going to do to them next.
Two guys from entirely different and incompatible story universes got into a fight.
I think there are some deep insecurities at work, definitely. One might be obsessive compulsive melodrama bullshit (I love redheads, but wouldn't touch her husband), another might be pure ignorance. Neither is very endearing in a person that, in essence, lives of giving us (well now me, that much is clear) stories and meaning.
Yay :) I'm totally OK with fanfic - I've done it, I may do it again, there are characters that I really want to do stuff with, every now and then. And I took Achilles from Homer. I mean, seriously!
Comments 37
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
By that reasoning, my astral space looks like 1889 London-and-Paris and is populated by badass lesbian agents of La Surete and wise-cracking male prostitutes with hearts of gold.
I'm more worried about pirating than fanficcing. Excellent fanfiction has inspired me to buy numerous books, movies, and TV DVDs that I never would have thought to buy before. Done badly, it's only bad writing. Done well, I think it actually *sells* books.
Reply
And - I like your astral space. I think we should merge or become neighbours. Plenty of my mafia hitmen would like to meet prostitutes with hearts of gold :)
And, yes, fanfiction (and fanfic communities) are an ongoing discourse about the material - which creates gravity that a) pulls in new people and b) keeps those that are invested in there and turns them into supporters.
Many modern marketing campaigns try to foster that kind of discourse and very often fail. (Whole point of Starbucks being on Facebook). If it works, it's Money In The Bank. People want to share stuff -common love of things makes them fan, and gives them the whole fannish experience. We all want to belong. But we can choose where we want to belong, and we can feel kicked out if an author/creator/brand (and authors are brands) show us blatant disrespect.
Many fandoms are dead, and with them the cashflow of that emotional investment.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Two guys from entirely different and incompatible story universes got into a fight.
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
(The comment has been removed)
HMMMM, SLUTTY NYMPOS...
I think there are some deep insecurities at work, definitely. One might be obsessive compulsive melodrama bullshit (I love redheads, but wouldn't touch her husband), another might be pure ignorance. Neither is very endearing in a person that, in essence, lives of giving us (well now me, that much is clear) stories and meaning.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment