Amazon’s amazingly relevant serial adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s classic novel, The Man in the High Castle, is slated to return on October 5th. My expectations have been severely diminished by revelations in a new teaser.
The failure of Solo: A Star Wars Story adds considerable weight to my argument that consumers of popular media crave original stories about original characters with original plots expressed in tight arcs. Sticking someone else in Harrison Ford’s clothes, in Harrison Ford’s ship, and with Harrison Ford’s Wookie simply doesn’t cut it. Originality counts.
The same lack of originality is what condemned Feig’s Ghostbusters reboot to a mediocre box office haul. Ditto Marvel’s efforts to wow fans by breaking lore in order to put new faces in old costumes–it simply didn’t work because it was a cheap gimmick that lacked vision.
Again, originality counts.
Last year I allowed my subscription to the Horror Writers’ Association slip into abeyance. Here’s why.
I successfully defended my thesis novel last night. In a few days, I will be hooded a Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction.
I received a rejection today.
I’m an old-school lefty, an American socialist long before socialism was cool, raised by a Marxist father to believe in the rights of the working class and the need for equality for all before the eyes of the law. But lately, the new left has begun to irritate me on a number of fronts. One particularly irritating aspect of new-leftism is the emergence of left homophobia.