I had one of those panels at MarsCON where, afterwards, I found myself still arguing. Strangely it was the most "fannish" of my panels, being about "The Day Star Wars Died for Me," but I ended up with probably the most literary thoughts left stuck in my head as any of the more writerly panels. What happened, in a nutshell, was this. There was a guy who was playing devil's advocate and acting as a George Lucas apologist, and he trotted out one of those tired old arguments I absolutely hate, ie, "Shut up about it, it's just fiction" (and therefore not worth all this effort, emotion, etc.)
I hate that.
Not only is fiction my livelihood, but, frak me, why else do I go to science fiction conventions?
I have many more eloquent thoughts in response at my livejournal, but main one being that I believe that all public art (including not only movies, books, etc., but also paintings, sculptures, whatnot) is an INTENTIONAL dialogue between artist and viewer. The dialogue might be: "here it is!" (from the artist); "that was fun!" (from the consumer), but there's always an intended interplay between the two.
As I say at the end of my LJ, it's one of the most frustrating and scary parts of being a professional writer. But also the best.
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So... how did the zombie panel go?
I forgot to go... or rather, I had a child who decided to give his mother a lot of grief at bedtime and I got so caught up being a supportive partner that I realized I completely spaced on it.
I heard it was awesome.
Too bad, I was curious what it was going to be like and I didn't even know the con was coming.
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