Adam-Troy Castro

Writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Stories About Yams.

 

In Serialized Fiction, Things Change, Which is the Bloody Point

Posted on October 23rd, 2017 by Adam-Troy Castro

One of the oddities of serialized fiction becoming the norm on television and much more common in print and at the movies is that people who know for damn well that a larger story is being told still react as if any temporary development or opening status quo is an immutable condition.

I first noticed this with GAME OF THRONES, as far back as the books, and to some extent it’s a natural result of an epic playing out at such tremendous length that characters doomed to die early on in the scheme of things still got the wordcount that would be due the central protagonist of almost any other book. Were GAME OF THRONES a single even if epic-length novel, Ned Stark would die around page 100, 200 at latest; it would be shocking, but we would not be so conditioned to think he would find some way to survive, and people would not have been so outraged that he doesn’t.

When I first started reading the books, I noticed a phenomenon that later played out with viewers of the series: at the onset, they all hated Sansa Stark. She was a simpering, romantic-headed little idiot! She was useless! Well, yes, she was. I picked up on this right away, perceived that she was also a very sheltered and dreamy little girl, and knew at once that she was undergoing a baptism of fire and that, eventually, she would be badass. So I knew that what I was watching was a process, and — in part because I live and breathe story and am not often fooled, in large things — I knew that she would change. And yet, when it became a TV show, I saw any number of fans say that the show was “all about” the torture of this character.

It would be as if the broad specifics of the BATMAN origin were told not in flashback after he was already running around in costume — as is indeed somewhat happening, wonkily, on the TV show, GOTHAM. People would snot that the show was just a sad little bereaved kid who exercised a lot. (Which is one reason why the first version of Batman’s origin, in the comics, was two breezy pages long.)

The introduction of Negan, on THE WALKING DEAD, both comic and TV series, involves one (1) episode where that villain cruelly executes people we presumably care about. I can understand that the brutal scene was too much for many, but I have seen fan rhetoric to the effect that the show as a whole was about “nothing but” despair, “nothing but” the torture of the characters at the hands of this villain. And I am not arguing with folks who found this the moment where they could not continue, but honestly, how many failed to recognize that what they were seeing was what it had always been, a movement in a longer story, the arrival of an antagonist with whom the characters would necessarily spend a long time in conflict, and would certainly ultimately defeat?

In serialized stories, you can have the characters happily return to status quo and a happy ending at the end of every episode, or you can play the long route and still structure the whole thing novelistically, in which case the lows, when they arrive, will last for as long as they would in a unified narrative. So Sansa will be in misery for a long time. So Negan will be on top for a long time. So Walter White will spend almost two seasons gradually getting deeper and deeper over his head, while in thrall to Gus Fring, and not every episode will have him do something amazingly cool. Sometimes he will just fret.

Sometimes, looking backward, you see that the route was always clearly marked. And sometimes, as with LOST or HEROES, looking backward, you see that they were always just making up whatever silly shit got them through the next hour.

Harrison Ford’s Quest to Erase Every Happy Ending Of His Career

Posted on October 11th, 2017 by Adam-Troy Castro

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR BLADE RUNNER 2049, THE FORCE AWAKENS, INDIANA JONES AND THE CRYSTAL SKULL

Have you noticed a recurring theme in all of Harrison Ford’s revisits to the iconic roles of his early stardom?

They all tell us that his heroes ended up pretty miserable.

Rick Decard lost the great love of his life, gave up his illegal child for the child’s own good, spent years living in isolation in the ruins of Las Vegas, denying himself all human connection.

Han Solo’s marriage to Leia Organa fizzled, he watched his beloved son lose himself to addictive dark forces, his final moment was knowing he had failed as that son killed him.

Indiana Jones abandoned Marion Ravenwood a second time, just as he had the first, and for years never knew that he had fathered a son.

This is all, of course, reflection of the factor that in order to give us a sequel to a happy ending, that happy ending must be temporary.

But what’s next?

Detective John Book returns to the police force, is embroiled in a corruption scandal, is forced to resign in disgrace, and years later returns to Amish country, where he finds out that the woman he once loved there died young and that nobody there remembers him with fondness?

President James Marshall’s ability to handle a crisis situation does not translate to skillful stewardship of the U.S. economy, and so he now lives in seclusion, remembered as the guy who plunged us into a second Great Depression?

Despite the evidence gathered by Philip Gerard, Dr. Richard Kimble was not actually at the end of that movie free to go, so he was delivered straight to prison and spent ten years rotting in a supermax, twenty-three hours out of every twenty-four, until some judge vacated his old conviction. But he never got a financial settlement, and six months into an alcoholic parole was accused on another bullshit charge, and was not in the physical shape necessary to run and leap and evade his way to the truth?

Henry Turner’s cognitive improvement in the year or so after his bullet to the head deteriorates again as he ages, and within ten years of the events in REGARDING HENRY leaves him in a nursing home, unable to speak?

 

A Modest Proposal

Posted on October 2nd, 2017 by Adam-Troy Castro

You know, expressions of shock and grief and anger don’t work.

Attempts to discuss the easy availability of guns don’t work.

So let us try another tack.

Let us try polite applause.

Yeah, let’s fucking do that.

You see, I’m old enough to remember when mass shootings involving no more than five or six or seven victims left us horrified and beside ourselves.

Sure, there were occasional exceptions, like Whitman and Huberty, but they were outliers; rare events, like perfect bowling scores.

Numbers that exceeded a dozen were so unheard-of, comparatively, that we were still discussing them, with awe, years later.

But as in so many human endeavors, the spirit of competition kicked in, and the art advanced, and the numbers climbed higher than was once dreamed possible.

In the same sense that climbing Everest was once thought impossible and people are now doing it in caravans like theme park tourists trying to get into Pirates of the Caribbean, it has become routine; easy enough, for anybody willing to make the effort.

These days, a mass shooting of five people or less doesn’t even make the national news. Really. Investigate just how many mass shootings there were last year. They were almost daily. Only the big ones got our concerted attention.

Ten people? Why, that’s bad, but you almost suspect that the son of a bitch wasn’t trying. We can’t cover this without more of a hook.

Twenty? Hardly unprecedented. Please give us a detail that makes it worse. A kindergarten? Wow! Yes! Say it was a kindergarten! Extra points if the kids were cute.

Fifty dead? Two hundred casualties in toto?

And it wasn’t even a muslim? Really? A white guy? Reclaiming pride of place for the white Christians?

USA! USA! USA!

Since we won’t bloody do something to stop this, and indeed since it’s only a matter of time before truthers start telling us it never happened and moralists start saying it was Vegas anyway, let us take the tack of praising this as a manifestation of our nation’s ingenuity and drive to excel at something, anything, even at this.

Wow! Nobody ever thought of hitting a country musical festival in Vegas before! What genius!

Fifty! Send up the flags! Unfurl the streamers!

And start laying odds that this record will be smashed within the year!

 
 
 

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