July 29th, 2014

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why fanfic matters (and not just as practice)

Today I was skyping with S., a friend from Germany, and the topic of Robin McKinley came up. You have to understand that for me, long before there was Tolkien or Doyle or Douglas Adams, even before there was Charles Dickens and Jane Austen and Mark Twain and Louisa May Alcott and L.M. Montgomery and maybe even Lois Lowry, there was Robin McKinley. I fell in love with Beauty, her charming retelling of the Beauty and the Beast fairy-tale. Her writing's a major figure in the history of my childhood reading history.

And I was *cough* not ashamed about fangirling about McKinley's work - I went through a phase where it helped me find myself as a reader, and I still reread Beauty periodically. S. was a bit surprised by this because apparently McKinley is pretty anti-fanfic and she knows my fanfic Actually, she follows me at AO3 because she says reading one of my stories is as good as a long chat for making sure I'm doing well, and I think she's right. Anyway, because I like (present tense) what Ms. McKinley does and Ms. McKinley apparently does not like what I do, at least in the abstract, I wanted to find out a bit more. So I whipped out my trusty Google and poked around a bit.

To her credit, I only found secondhand accounts of how she didn't like her work to be fanficced and this FAQ and footnote on this blog post (on her own blog). If she's not a fan of it at least she's not talking about it at every occasion. Here's what she says on the topic:

showing stuff you've written from these origins to your immediate circle of friends, family, teachers, creative writing group, whatever, as an exercise to improve your skills is also fine. And this would as far as I'm concerned (although if I get any queries about this I'd have to check with my agent) include any private, password-protected, invitation-only groups on the net. But using other people's work should only be an exercise in getting yourself going into your own work. [...] And I feel that if you're going to display/hang/offer something for strangers, for anyone and everyone, to read — as on the fanfic sites — it should be your own work. Yes, sources, catalysts and retellings are always with us — but mostly it's pretty obvious where the line runs, and fanfic is by definition on the wrong side of the line.


So says the woman who made her name, at least the way I learned of her, for a re-telling of a fairy-tale. Honestly? *rolls eyes after the manner of Sherlock*

Fanfic, for me at lest, isn't just practices. It's something that has a whole host of legitimate motivations from fostering relationships with other creative types to exploring the stories my generation uses to explore big questions and issues (you know, like once upon a time French peasants used the story of a girl and a monster to explore the nature of beauty and someone else thought it might be good to play with that story a few centuries later). It's also a way to participate actively in the stories rather than just consuming them passively, and to repair some of the damage done to narrative when we only get exposed to those stories good or safe enough to turn a profit. Sometimes they are ways to criticize a story; other times, to honor the spirit and carry it into the nooks and crannies beyond the scope of the story, like the wonderful stories about characters' childhoods or alternate POVs on canon events or just coming up with stories about Rohan or Lestrade or whomever else that have very little to do with the actual plot of the story being told. Sometimes they're a way to fix the racism or sexism or homophobia or classism you see on display in what passes for commercial art. And sometimes it's just because it's fun and serves no other purpose at all.

So yeah, I try to make my art the best I can. But fanfic isn't the warm-up. For some people I'm sure it is, and that's okay. But for other people it's really, really not. And that's okay, too.

(c.f. Steven Moffat and quotes that send my blood pressure spiking, but that really is a different topic, I suppose)

The other thing that really bothers me is that she not only doesn't seem to understand the modern technological world, but she seems to be a bit of a technical luddite. As she says in the FAQ, "I'm not built for the new etherware world, and I've been marching in the wrong direction for over fifty years. Virtual to me is only . . . virtual." And that really is okay -- for her. But her position that people can only share their fanfic of her stories with specific people they already know seems to impose that preference on everyone else. It assumes that the internet is just a more efficient way to mail manuscripts or make a phone call or meet up with a face-to-face concrit group. Whereas in reality it's a way to connect with new people who you'd never know if you didn't put your stories out there where everyone could read them. It's also about feeding off a kind of hive mind, the inteprlay with readers and other writers at all stages of a story's (or personal version of the universe) development. It may seem scary and less intimate, which it is and there's a reason the best stories often go through several versions with a beta reader before seeing the light of day.

To be honest this seems like a good thing. Even back in the pre-internet day not everyone had access to people to help them edit their stories and perfect their crafts. And the people whose stories are least likely to be represented in the mass culture are the very ones (women, ethnic minorities, less well-off social classes) are those with less access to cultured friends and formal artistic education. I'm not so worried about the Manhattan (or even Asheville) waitress writing her first novel on the side; it's the stock-clerk working nights at a Spartanburg Target that I'm more concerned about. Also, from the perspective of artistic diversity, I really want to hear from.

So, Robin McKinley. I'm still a fan of her work, no question. But fanfic just as a way to practice before you become a real artist? That smells stinkowiff.
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done-dids

I think I saw one of the weirdest scenes play out today I've encountered at least since moving to New York. Here we have what are called bodegas, kind of live seven-elevens only without the gas pumps. Many have cats, I'm guessing for pest control or just as pets. You tend to have "your" bodega (the oe you go to regularly), and the cat there tends to know you. So there is a tuxedo cat on my block that lets me scritch him between the ears.

Today I saw Sammy catch a mouse behind the garbage bins. Out of, actually - a mess was made that Sammy assures me was more the mouse's doing than his - and he started to take it into his shop, I'm guessing because it was an offering to his owners. I told him he shouldn't do that and, chagrined, he dropped the dead mouse just to the side of the entryway, went in, and came back a few seconds later with one of those plastic bags in his mouth. He then proceeded to put the mouse in the bag and then when his owner came out a bit later (it was right at the shift change), he carried it home with the bag in his mouth.

Essentially, the cat has learned the concept of takeaway and is mimicking it. I mean, granted, this is not rare behavior. But still, that's one clever animal.

PS - In other news, today was a bit of a rough one, though not as bad as yesterday. Sun ==> nosebleeds ==> stained collars. New bra in the wrong size ==> headaches ==> world-class grumpiness. That kind of thing. I also got kicked out of the library for sitting down in the kids' section, sans munchkin. (To my credit it was incredibly poorly marked and there weren't free tables elsewhere; to theirs, a single woman sitting in the library in the middle of the day alone is a bit creepy, I guess. Particularly as I'm well-dressed and groomed so not homeless or anything. No fic was written or edited, but I did talk to S., an old friend in Germany, as I mentioned. Also got to start Earl Grey's "Single Girl" over dinner. (You guys should get me started about the value of kindles for making fanfic reading seem like an actual book-reading experience, and why Amazon may never get another actual book purchase from me as long as AO3 is in business now that I can email a MOBI file to my tablet (which AO3 lets you create with the click of a button) and read any story I like without the need for a laptop.) And that's not nothing, by any stretch.