Why I Drink (An Ongoing Series)
OK Twilight, let’s just get it all out there. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. I’ve stayed out of the drama for the most part, letting others tear into a fight I didn’t feel was mine. But there was a line, and not even content to tip toe across it, you flung yourself right over and cold cocked my Cullen. Is nothing sacred to you? Neil Gaiman has shelved his next novel, which was to be about vampires, because of the infestation of bad vampire fiction.
Said Gaiman: “My next big novel was going to have a vampire. Now, I’m probably not. They are everywhere, they’re like cockroaches. Maybe it’s time for this to play out and go away. It’s good sometimes to leave the field fallow. I think some of this stuff is being over-farmed.”
That clip all over YouTube of Hitler ranting in the bunker in Downfall? That’s me right now. See, I was happy to shrug off the Twilight douchesplosion. It was shit, but since it was well-publicized shit, it was actually a good thing to a degree because I would know not to waste my time reading it. Ninety percent of everything is shit, so it takes more than the mere existence of fecalsimiltude to raise my hackles. Dustin and others have written quite eloquently at length about how the plot and themes of these stories are actively horrifying representations of the repression of sexuality and the individual. On the other hand, I generally find anything that holds the attention of millions of teenage girls to be horrifying so I was lulled into complacency as to the threat this franchise really embodied.
I hope that Gaiman was just being snarky more than anything, that he didn’t actually shelve a good idea that he had poured real passion into. I hope it was said more in the spirit of “hey, I had an idea for a vampire book, but just said screw it.” Art doesn’t win by letting the idiots drown it out.
(source: SciFi Wire)
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