Thursday, September 14, 2006
Fan Fiction...or how I learned to stop worrying about the bomb and alan dean foster
Do a google for fan fiction and you will find that even now Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin live on. You'll blush at the further adventures of Buffy. You'll thrill to the ongoing adventures of the Jed, Granny, Jethro and Ellie May; the Professor and Mary Ann; and my favorite FBI agents: Fox and Scully.
The first impulse is to turn snobbish, but I can't. These fans churning out their pastiches are expressing themselves. They're keeping alive some of the most endearing characters given us by the glass teat.
However, if you insist on raising your nose, then you'll have to raise your nose at the beloved James Blish (who entertained fan fiction and who I believe was responsible for helping keep Star Trek alive long after most people had relegated it to a long dead curiousity). You'll have to turn away from all those Star Wars fans who kept the franchise alive. You'll have to shun the memory of Alan Dean Foster, who immediately after Star Wars wrote the continuing adventures of Darth Vader in "Splinter In The Mind's Eye" and showed that Luke and Hans continued to face the evil empire. You'll also have to shun the likes of the charismatic Harry Whittington, who pounded out a few Man From UNCLE novels.
People want to reimagine their favorite characters and to relive moments that have given them some joy. I say good. Go ahead...write the further adventures of Columbo. Keep alive self important wit of Maxwell Smart. Give us more days in the life of Jack Bauer. Copyright violation? Maybe. But you can't copyright love.
Quite frankly, I would love to write a James Bond novel. If there's anyone out there from Glidrose reading this, or Eon Productions, feel free to contact me. Hell, I've even thought of the opening line:
"He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled rakishly. "I don't believe we've met. My name's Bond. James Bond."
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