It's been one of those days: too many late nights, combined with a lingering cold, combined with a dodgy ankle and my refusal to use my crutches for, lo, they are annoying as fuck, which results in combining OTC cold pills with extra-strength Ibuprofen, combined with a particularly boring stretch of manipulating drop-down menus to run reports on the database, leaving me drooling on my keyboard this afternoon.
No baseball tonight, so no excuse not to get an early night (except I'm an inveterate night owl with trouble getting to bed).
Speakng of baseball, I'm utterly engrossed by the World Series - five man infields! Baseball diamonds awash in rain! Batters finding their stroke just in time to keep the game going! A game halted mid-inning to be continued on Wednesday! The
drah-mah! My God - and I only started watching to hate on the Red Sox. I feel my investment has been repaid many times over.
I have also booked tickets to a reading on Wednesday night at the International Festival of Authors, so I will be DVRing the game (and possibly walking around with my fingers in my ears - 'nyahnyahnyahnyah, I can't
hear you!' - all Wednesday night).
Speaking of authors, as I surfed through LJ,
cofax7's journal led me to
this post by Sharon Lee about academic analysis and teaching of "genre fiction". Apparently, sf/fantasy needs to be saved from the big self-aggrandizing meanies in academia who don't appreciate that it's just meant to be entertaining. And... sure, fine, whatever dude.
As someone who's done lit crit at the post-grad level and written a horror novel (well, six chapter plus outline) for my MA thesis, I'm calling shennanigans on this one. Cofax linked to
a far better and snarkier rebuttal but I do have one word for Sharon Lee - Shakespeare.
Let's see - popular? Check. Escapist? Check. Genre? Titania, Oberon, Puck, Ariel, Banquo... check. Capable of withstanding (hundreds of years) of critical analysis? Check. An example of finely crafted writing? Oh, hella check.
So my suggestion to Lee and anyone else burdened with a similar sense of being martyred on the cross of your populist tastes (and it doesn't get more populist than Elizabethan theatre) by those meanie academics who dare to peer at the underlying structure of your diegesis is to take your hurt feelings and go away. Writing & publishing is like getting naked in public - if you don't want people to point and laugh, don't do it. And the excuse that science fiction shouldn't be studied or taught because it's just "escapist genre novels" is certainly risible - however you feel about the genre.
And before someone says they don't want to be Shakespeare - why don't you want to be Shakespeare? Why aren't you working to be the absolutely finest craftsman you can be? This is the argument you want your work to hang on: that it shouldn't be critiqued because it's meant to be
fun, that you're satisfied to rise to the low end of mediocrity?
If you don't take your work seriously, why on earth should I? Even as "escapist genre novels"...?