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I've just published my first review for a while on my Saffron Muses blog on the 1986 film "Ping Pong", a gem of British Chinese Cinema. Here are my thoughts, especially as to why there are so few British East Asian films out there. Please do watch it if you can. It's great! https://saffronmuses.wordpress.com/2023/09/17/the-return-of-ping-pong-film-41986-channel-4-catch-up-sept-2023/
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Leeds Playhouse, 15th-26th October 2019 Written and adapted by Hanif Kureishi, directed by Nikolai Foster. Performed by Curve Theatre. *Contains spoilers* When Hanif Kureishi’s and Stephen Frears’ …
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Do you ever think you'll stop drawing fanart? No offense it just seems like the kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of. I'm just curious what your plans/goals are since it isn't exactly an art form that people take seriously.
Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.
Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.
That’s the art you mean, right?
Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.
It’s interesting though — the culture of shame surrounding adult women and fandom. Even within fandom it’s heavily internalized: unsurprisingly, mind, given that fandom is largely comprised by young girls and, unfortunately, our culture runs on ensuring young girls internalize *all* messages no matter how toxic. But here’s another way of thinking about it.
Sports is a fandom. It requires zealous attention to “seasons,” knowledge of details considered obscure to those not involved in that fandom, unbelievable amounts of merchandise, and even “fanfic” in the form of fantasy teams. But this is a masculine-coded fandom. And as such, it’s encouraged - built into our economy! Have you *seen* Dish network’s “ultimate fan” advertisements, which literally base selling of a product around the normalization of all consuming (male) obsession? Or the very existence of sports bars, built around the link between fans and community enjoyment and analysis. Sport fandom is so ingrained in our culture that major events are treated like holidays (my gym closes for the Super Bowl) — and can you imagine being laughed at for admitting you didn’t know the difference between Supernatural and The X Files the way you might if you admit you don’t know the rules of football vs baseball, or basketball?
“Fandom” is not childish but we live in a culture that commodified women’s time in such away that their hobbies have to be “frivolous,” because “mature” women’s interests are supposed to be marriage, family, and overall care taking: things that allow others to continue their own special interests, while leaving women without a space of their own.
So think about what you’re actually saying when you call someone “too old” for fandom. Because you’re suggesting they are “too old” for a consuming hobby, and I challenge you to answer — what do you think they should be doing instead?
#I love the fact I’m ‘weird’ for writing fic but some guy painting a team logo on his beer belly is normal
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This whole modern approach is also seriously undermining just how important fanfiction is - from a historical standpoint.
The concept of fanfiction formed and forged the earliest stages of literature in Europe. Because the majority of authors in France, Germany and Great Britain looked at that funky little Celtic dude Arthur and thought “hey, he’s neat. I wanna write about him”.
The entire concept of a book outside of religious purposes was born out of fanfiction in my country.
There is no “first canon” for Arthur where he came as the prince of Camelot, with his sidekicks Lancelot and Merlin and his endgame love interest Gwen.
Arthur was some random hunter when he started out.
Someone’s fanfiction made him a prince.
Someone else’s fanfiction gave him a round table.
Someone else’s fanfiction gave him Merlin at his side.
Someone else’s fanfiction gave him Morgana, gave him Gwen, gave him his swords.
And, to this day, we still write Arthurian fanfiction. Literally last year there was a movie adaptation that is, by all intends and purposes, fanfiction, because it wasn’t even close to a literal adaptation of the source material (The Kid Who Would Be King). Heck, BBC’s Merlin, itself an Arthurian fanfiction, remains one of the biggest fandoms that people today write for on AO3.
You were a joke in the middle ages if you tried to write your own stuff. Who’s interested in your stuff? You were only a respected author if you wrote fanfiction. The most famous medieval German authors are famous because they wrote fanfiction about some knightly OCs they created who served on Arthur’s court. That is the literary legacy of the middle ages. Arthurian fanfiction.
Yet somewhere along the way, this concept of “I find x story/element cool and want to elaborate on it more, shift the focus onto an aspect of this original source material” has gotten this “eh, it’s fanfiction” connotation and lost respect.
Even though this very concept is still being used - even outside of the actual medium of fanfiction - and it is still being used for the very same purpose it was used for in medieval times. Original movies often don’t get as much recognition as adaptations of existing source material that the audience is familiar with. People see a movie about a character they’re familiar with and seem more inclined to buy a ticket to see the 10th new interpretation of Batman or Superman or Snow White. How are these new interpretations of familiar source material that usually add to the lore, reinterpret characterizations and dynamics, any different from fanfiction?
But heaven forbid we call The Dark Knight Nolan’s Batman fanfiction. No, fanfiction is that silly thing that we can’t take seriously, but that new Joker movie, that however is high-end art.
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This. Fanfiction is variations on an existing theme, simultaneously making use of and satisfying people’s existing love for a story that they’re happy to consume more of, and cultivating the synergy between an existing story/mythos and a new author who, in interacting with characters they’d never have created themselves, creates something that neither they nor any of the story’s previous tellers could have made all by themselves.
Fanfiction is the new whole being greater than the sum of its parts, and fanfiction is the story being made limitless, retelling by retelling, and it is wonderful.
It’s also worth noting that Batman himself only came into being because of The Scarlet Pimpernel, a series of books about an extravagantly rich foppish playboy by day, daring hero in disguise by night (I mean, loosely. He also fopped by night and heroed by day, but you get my drift). Written by a woman no less.
Batman is a transformative work with a modernised crime-fighting SP but also borrowing strongly from earlier comic books, and yet it is seen as definitive.
Coming back here to say that I think the derision for fanart also has some of its roots in our capitalist hellscape.
It’s the age old “If thing not make you money, why you care about thing?” that’s so prevalent in the system. Of course some people do make money with their fanart, but I think that is still part of the scorn.
It’s supposed to be something you do not just for fun, but for practice, people like this think. Once you’re good at it, you can drop it and make money by focusing on your OCs and original work!
**smashes reblog**
Couldn’t agree more. Fan art and fic are absolutely valid. We really need to stop putting an age limit on fun as well!
Funnily enough, my Mum sent me this just today. It was in the front of the Doctor Who book she’d just purchased. (My Mum’s in her 70btw… tell her she’s too old for fandom, I dare you…)
Fandom, fanart, and fanfiction is for everyone. No, it isn’t something you “have” to grow out of. If it brings you joy, then who cares?
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As much as I understand the impulse to link modern-day fanfic and fanart to earlier forms of iterative or transformative storytelling, I actually don’t think it’s a necessary justification.
In modern fandom, in some ways the subversion is the point. The stolen-ness is the point. There’s a reason the book was called Textual Poachers, and not Textual Inheritors Of A Totally Legtimate Literary Tradition.
Fanfic fandom as we experience it today exists because of modern IP and copyright laws which simply weren’t a factor in how earlier stories were written and published. It’s a reaction to a system where you can’t just jump in with your cool new Knight of the Round Table, because their modern-day equivalents are private property. The cultural sandbox is no longer open to anyone who wants to play; the commons of story has been enclosed.
So we built our own. We said, okay, you don’t want anyone else to play with your toys? Your action figures have to stay in the box? Well, fine. We’ve made our own, out of rags and play-doh and ratty old Barbies, and we’re going to play with them how we like. We’re going to make them kiss! There’s nothing you can do about it!
We looked at an environment where the stories we wanted were not being told, where we could only find them in fragments at the edges and interstices of mass culture. we built a space and a community where those stories could exist. The owners of mass culture can’t confer or withdraw legitimacy to those stories; legitimacy is irrelevant here. We don’t need it from them, and we don’t need to appeal to older literary traditions for it either.
© Szilveszter Makó / Balenciaga Fall 2021 for Numéro Netherlands.
From the archive: “At #Processions2018 celebrating 100 years of some women getting the vote. It’s amazing. Women of all ages, ethnicities, class. I’ve had so many interesting conv…
On this day three years ago I took part in this wonderful and inclusive procession marking 100 years of women's suffrage in this country.
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It's #Pride2021. When I wrote this blog post a couple of years ago, I never imagined we'd not actually be marching for two years. Here's my reflection on Pride 2018: The Kids Are All Right #YorkPride
In Russell T Davies’ recent series It’s a Sin, the central characters, a group of young gay men and their best girl friend, gradually realise that the men around them are disappearing without a tra…
Continuing my weekly Deutschland 89 blog series to coincide with the UK broadcast of the final series, we’ve reached the all important question: Wo bist du, Alex? I’ve addressed this in fan fiction, of course, but this is a more serious reflection on the disappearance of LGBTQ history - specifically male gay/bi history at a time in which the HIV/AIDS crisis was at its height.
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In interviews, Anna Winger has stated that she and her writing team had fully developed storylines for Tobias and Alex that were never filmed. I'd have rather seen her version of events play out, but here are mine, keeping as close to the actual series as possible. What might have happened in that final episode for Alex?
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Lenora, astute as ever.
I’m broken by what they’ve done to her hair
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But the cinema, which had once been a theatre, was packed. My city, Jinan, had a population of about two million, and I swear that they were all jostling for that last seat. We ended up standing against the back wall. I waved to several of my students and several more of the old people from my compound. Everyone was eating monkey nuts and tangerines and shouting across the auditorium, men were smoking and spitting. Then the film flickered to life and a total silence fell.
Alex stood at the window, his forehead pressed against the cool glass, Tobias’ bed now empty behind him just as it had been on that first morning after. He didn’t know whether he wanted to cry or smash his fist through the window pane today. He did neither, however, centering himself instead and taking a series of deep abdominal breaths, just as he did in his weekly Mindfulness sessions at the AIDS-Hilfe centre. Who would ever have believed that Alex would end up leading Mindfulness sessions in his spare time? It was stupid and irrational to be so angry after all. Each person has their time to die. And, as Tim had noted when they arrived, Tobias was so smooth that he managed to have everyone he had let down or betrayed over the years, or at least the ones who were still alive, now sitting in his living room weeping for him. Thomas Posimski had broken down during his speech at the service and Cosima had had to take over. Even that woman Alex had once waited for at the old East German Cultural Attaché looked a bit upset. Only Stamm, or whatever he was called these days, had refused to come.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19882837
For me, Alex Edel is as important to Deutschland 83 and 86 as Martin Rauch/Stamm/Kolibri. The idea of the two sons of the divided nation, one from the East and one from the West; the way they travel, metaphorically, in opposite directions.
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J'avais basculé d'un coup du royaume de la solitude dans celui de l'amour et je trouvais curieux d'avoir le même visage, le même nom, le même âge.I had suddenly fallen from the realm of loneliness into that of love and I found it curious to have the same face, the same name, the same age.Françoise Sagan,Un profil perdu (1974) via Café Littéraire on Twitter
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This drawing is based on a photograph of @rachel.cargle and @danasuchow by Kennedy Carroll, taken at the 2017 Women’s March in Washington.
Intersectionality, a term coined by Kimberlé Williams Crenshaw @kimberlecrenshaw, is the acknowledgment that everyone has their own unique experiences of discrimination and privilege. For example, someone with multiple marginalities will be discriminated against on more than one level.
White Feminism: A form of feminism that focuses on the struggles of white women while failing to address distinct forms of oppression faced by ethnic minority women and women lacking other privileges.
Intersectional Feminism: Aims to separate itself from white feminism by acknowledging women’s different experiences and identities. THIS IS THE FEMINISM THAT WE ALL NEED TO PRACTICE.
On slide 2 is a visual representation of Intersectionality.
Please be sure to follow Ms. Cargle, Ms. Suchow and Dr. Crenshaw if you don’t already and support their important work.
[Image description: Dana Suchow on the left is holding a sign that says “Protect: Black, Brown, Indigenous, Asian, Muslim, Latinx, Jewish, Disabled, Trans, Fat, Poor, women. The sign is yellow with black letters. Rachel Cargle is to the right holding a pink sign with black letters that says “If you don’t fight for all women, you fight for no women.” The Washington Capitol building is in the background with bare trees. There is snow on the ground. Dana is wearing a grey tuqure and black clothing. Rachel is wearing a red turban with black clothing.] https://www.instagram.com/p/CMLKqh6s3jd/?igshid=174ztcv9n8ao5
Alex stood at the window, his forehead pressed against the cool glass, Tobias’ bed now empty behind him just as it had been on that first morning after. He didn’t know whether he wanted to cry or smash his fist through the window pane today. He did neither, however, centering himself instead and taking a series of deep abdominal breaths, just as he did in his weekly Mindfulness sessions at the AIDS-Hilfe centre. Who would ever have believed that Alex would end up leading Mindfulness sessions in his spare time? It was stupid and irrational to be so angry after all. Each person has their time to die. And, as Tim had noted when they arrived, Tobias was so smooth that he managed to have everyone he had let down or betrayed over the years, or at least the ones who were still alive, now sitting in his living room weeping for him. Thomas Posimski had broken down during his speech at the service and Cosima had had to take over. Even that woman Alex had once waited for at the old East German Cultural Attaché looked a bit upset. Only Stamm, or whatever he was called these days, had refused to come.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19882837
For me, Alex Edel is as important to Deutschland 83 and 86 as Martin Rauch/Stamm/Kolibri. The idea of the two sons of the divided nation, one from the East and one from the West; the way they travel, metaphorically, in opposite directions.
