Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Spongebob and Carol and Ted and Alice


Yesterday's Guardian ran a really thought-provoking article on fan fiction and Fifty Shades of Crap (here it is).

Yikes!
From the Gospels through to Jane Austen's and Arthur Conan-Doyle's very own fanfics it looks like this thing has a long history.
Dickens was constantly plagued by fanfic cash-ins and suffered more plagiarism than any writer before or since, with thousands of cheap, serialised novels based on his plots and characters. Plagiarists adapted Dickens' writings to suit the tastes of a rapidly expanding lower class readership and these imitations enjoyed sales which rivalled and probably outnumbered those of Dickens' originals.*

And now we have the gruesome yet compelling prospect of fifty thousand shades of grey, bland, fanfic pornography of no literary merit whatsoever swamping the bestseller lists.

Fair enough. It's fun. I've violated Jane Austen and Mary Shelley myself in our 500 Words short story circle and thoroughly enjoyed doing it. Writing fanfic has the great advantage of giving you a set of ready made characters that your readers are already familiar with and so saves you having to bother with character development.

The one thing I did find truly fascinating in the Guardian article was the meteoric rise of the "fanfic mash-up." As the article points out, these have been around for a couple of hundred years but are now going viral in a big and entertainingly amateurish way.

The mash-up has been giggling its merry way through real literature for some time, too; witness Mark Twain gleefully mashing present and mythical past in 'A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court' and our own Petrea's upcoming novel 'Camelot and Vine' (in which the heroine deliciously shares Twain's real surname in a kind of mash-up within a mash-up).
In Mario Vargas Llosa's 'Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter' characters from radio soap operas start bleeding into one another's shows and then crossing over into reality (or what passes for reality in a Llosa novel). I love that stuff.

Most fanfic mash-ups, however, appear to be based around bad porn or who-would-beat-who-in-a-fight. Witness the example in the Guardian article of Darth Vader and Spongebob v. Edward and Harry Potter (I assume the Edward is the miserable looking bugger from the kiddies' vampire films).

I made the mistake of discussing the article at lunchtime yesterday and soon became depressingly aware of the literary ambitions (can you have an illiterary ambition?) of the people with whom I share most of my waking hours. Did we get Shakespeare? Tolstoy? Austen? Did we buggery.

"Harry would easily take Vader … One 'Expelliarmus' and his lightsabre would go flying …"
"Ah, but Vader would put the Force-choke on him so Potter couldn't speak any spells. Then he'd pick up his lightsabre and …"
A whumming sound and some demonstrative arm movements followed by a splat.

And so yesterday afternoon was filled with theoretical fights and desperately bad porn. Vignettes sprung up all over the office: Professor McGonagle with the dwarf music teacher from Hogwarts and a chair got popular and pervy support from the girls (and some hilarious facial expressions), while the boys had Mister Magoo fighting the Terminator and Hagrid battling the Oompa-Loompas. It's just as well I no longer work with Mikey as his Chewbacca and Scooby-Doo impersonations are second to none and would have rendered me helpless for the rest of the day.

And so it went on … my personal favourite example occurring slightly later while I was on the phone, discussing services routes with the main contractor's site manager, Tom. A few feet away from me an epic and very noisy battle was raging between Kellie and Erin, featuring some admirably good voice characterisations and imaginatively biological threats and imprecations.
Tom stopped me.
"I have to ask: what the HELL is going on in your office?"
To which I could only truthfully reply, "Miss Piggy and Jar-Jar Binks are fighting."
Tom paused for a moment. "My money's on the pig." he said.

And so the day went on …

I'm tempted to kick start 500 Words again with a fanfic mash-up challenge. Who's up for it? Any ideas which characters we should feature? Do let me know, but please make it more of a literary challenge than I got from the office.

* The Oxford Companion to Charles Dickens.

20 comments:

Katherine said...

OH, Dive, YES! YES, YES (she says in porn style). Mash-ups are funny as hell randomness (or can be). Here are some ideas:

Ray Bradbury vs Michelle Obama in a hot-lunch line

Ernest Hemingway vs Buddha in an art museum

Agatha Christie vs Darwin on the Oriental Express

I know I have plenty more, and I am sure yours will be WAY over the top hilarious.

And I can't tell you how many times I've wished I could draw comics.

dive said...

Hee hee hee, Katherine. Some great ideas there. I think we're on to a winner.
And hey; anyone can draw comics. You're a good artist, but the trick is not to draw comics as good art; it is to draw them as bad doodles … look at the dumb little character at the top of the page and compare it to when I draw people properly (http://smallglassplanet.blogspot.co.uk/2008/03/more-stiffy-trouble.html).
Undrawing! Stick figures make awesome comic strips so go for it!

Robyn Martins said...

Hmmmm, let me give this some thought. Interesting prospect.

dive said...

On the way home from the office I was working on the lost scene from The Taming of the Shrew, where Kate gets stuck in a lift with Groucho Marx.

No doubt more ideas will come. Then we can have a writing party.

Speedway said...

Based on Katherine's ideas, I could only come up with one - Barbara Cartland vs. Henry Miller.

Katherine said...

Speedway, I had to look up Barbara Cartland. What's with all the pink? I thought Mary Kay and Victoria Secret held that market.

BTW, I was thinking about more of these off and on all day (thanks a lot, Dive).

Henry Ford vs Jimmy Carter (location to be determined)

Steven Spielberg vs Henry David Thoreau (but don't make me write on that one, because I'm partial to Thoreau)

Frank Lloyd Wright vs Sun Myung Moon, somewhere in Sierra Leone.

neetzy said...

Sounds like great fun, but your timing....School starts next week so I have no time for such fun.

I did hear there is a parody called Fifty Shades of Earl Grey....by the way.

Oh and my money is on Miss Piggy.

Petrea Burchard said...

Thanks for the plug, Dive. It's kind of you to put me under "literary." Or maybe not. I should put some hot sex into the thing if I want it to sell.

I only know one person who read "Fifty Shades of Grey" and she warned me off it. "It's poorly written," she said, "it's really awful, I can't stand it, I have to hide it when I read it." I asked her why she didn't just stop reading and she said, "I can't put it down."

dive said...

Barbara Cartland? Eww! That woman was truly strange, Speedway.

Katherine, your mind is a startlingly creative place. I'd enjoy the Ford v Carter way too much for my own good.

Bummer about the timing, Neetzy; I've never been any good at that.
Love fifty shades of Earl Grey as a title.
And yes, Miss Piggy won … very noisily.

Petrea, do you have the "Bad Sex Awards" over there, too? It's often the best writers who have difficulty writing about sex (in anything other than an unintentionally hilarious fashion). Don't go there!

I don't know anyone who'll admit to having read Fifty Shades, but SOMEbody must be buying the thing. Your friend is refreshingly honest but she'll probably need a spell in rehab when she's finished it.

Speedway said...

Yep, definitely strange. "Wrote" romantic fairy tales by the hundreds and made a mint of money, I expect. I one time entered a used book store not far from here where all along one wall I saw shelves filled with her pink-spined paperbacks. I felt dirty, as though I'd entered the back room of a video store. All that stuff was/is foreplay for a woman's mind I guess - no gritty detail, just allusion - dressed in crinolines and lace. Unlike Henry Miller.

Don't know where I'd put them, except perhaps as their separate diaries describing their wedding night.

dive said...

Cartland never wrote anything; she lay in her fluffy pink bed and dictated her "novels" at a rate of about one a day. Some other poor saps had to type the rubbish up for her.

Icky.

Speedway said...

Yes, icky. I've seen pictures of the woman and it scared me to think that millions of women based their ideas of love and men on the images promoted by an old woman who lived and dressed as though in a fantasy world.

dive said...

ROmance fiction (as opposed to roMANCE) has always baffled me. Mum used to love Mills and Boon stuff though mercifully she outgrew that. I'd only buy her book tokens back then, whereas we now happily go book shopping together.

Katherine said...

I literally can't recall when I read my last romance novel. I'm guessing it was in my late teens when any reference to sex was titillating (a word I find punny right now). Have no desire to read 50 Shades. I've been hooked on Sheri Tepper for awhile now. Before that, it was Agatha Christie. Somewhere along the line, it was Margaret Atwood (before she got over-the-top violent in her later novels, which was when I kind of abandoned her). I've done a stint with Gabriel Garcia Marquez recently, which I really enjoyed. He takes some work, but it's worth it. I like a good mystery, a well written, accessible sci-fi, an occasional crime novel if it's not too violent and magical realism if it's not pop (dislike Harry). Also enjoying Bloom County comics once again (the 80's political humor has taken on a whole new meaning for me) and The Far Side.

Oh, and I fully admit--Spongebob, The Fairly Odd Parents and Jimmy Neutron crack me right up.

dive said...

I don't recall ever having read a bodice-ripper, Katherine, though Mum used to have shelves full of them.
I tend to stick with the classics … they're classic for a reason; can you imagine people still reading Dan Browne in a thousand years time?

As for toons, I recently got the Doonesbury 40th Anniversary monolith and have been merrily chuckling my way through the seventies. Ah, memories.

Petrea Burchard said...

I've recently read a couple of romance novels. Because I've been studying the publishing industry and the industry wants to know what category your book fits into, I read everything I could that might compare to see where my book would fit. So I read a lot of stuff with King Arthur and/or time travel in it, especially if it could be considered "women's fiction" (a term I have come to dislike).

Among the romance novels I read there was a great disparity in quality. One, I read all the way through. It wasn't great, but it had a story and actual characters. One, I skipped around but just couldn't stick with it, mostly because there were no real characters in it, no one to care about. And one, I couldn't get past the second page, it was just rife with ripped abs and muscled thighs, it was too ridiculous, and the main character was a jerk, and women were all over him and it was so sexist and stupid (and this author has a real following).

Petrea Burchard said...

By the way, I discovered that "Camelot & Vine" can't be categorized as romance for a few reasons, like there's no blatant sex in it. It doesn't fit in one category. I'm calling it "historical women's fiction with a time travel twist."

dive said...

I'm going into my bookstore tomorrow armed with a strip of masking tape with "Historical Women's Fiction With a Time Travel Twist" written on it and I'm going to re-brand one of their fiction shelves in readiness, Petrea.

And hey! Why 'women's' fiction? Men like to read books featuring women, too. I can picture Tolstoy in his local book store finding Anna Karenina under 'women's fiction' and kicking some righteous ass.
It should be in there with the rest of the novels. Is David Copperfield stuck on the 'men's fiction' shelf?

Dammit! Publishers are so dumb and sexist!

When I take mum shopping for romance non-books, we can spot them right across the store as they are inevitably pale pink, pale blue or pale green on the spine. It helps me avoid them when I'm browsing.

Petrea Burchard said...

Dive, it's one of the reasons I decided to go indie. I think Diana Gabaldon would have done the same, had there not been such a stigma 20 years ago. Her books cover the same gamut of categories mine does (except hers might count as romance because there is sex). She did initially have trouble getting them published and every one of them has been a super best-seller.

Her agent, by the way, wrote me a very nice letter.

dive said...

A most deserved nice letter, I'll be bound.
I'm glad there's no sex in Camelot and Vine. Sex in books is never good. Eroticism, on the other hand …
I'd far rather watch the scene on the train in North By North-West (you know the one I mean) or the stockings scene in the Robert Donat Thirty-Nine Steps than any sex scene and I find the same goes with books.
Chekhov says that the rôle of the writer is to introduce the characters and the scenario and it is the rôle of the reader to imagine their own story. The best sex scenes are those left in the space between chapters.