“I think that the ideal space must contain elements of magic, serenity, sorcery and mystery.” — Luis Barragan
. . . . . . . A world war in a fantasy world would be a funny thing. The catapults would hurl fireballs, the front line soldiers would be skeletons in leather armor, and the prize would be the head of the enemy, boiled down to a skull, to sit on your oaken desk engraved with magic runes.
. . . . . . . Lord of the Rings was written by a British professor of old-time European cultures, and it shows. What is amazing is that the depth and detail Professor Tolkien put into his work was appreciated by the mass public. It is probably they were responding to the realism rather than appreciating the erudition itself, but still … amazing.
. . . . . . . There are many beings in the countless worlds of fantasy that have been conceived. Beings ranging from dragons to the Grim Reaper Himself (Discworld series). The grand appearance of Death Himself is guaranteed to get a nervous laugh or two from the demented crowd. That dose of fear, coupled with the true surprise of the event, mingles emotions from two different directions and makes levity impossible — unless you’re twisted.
. . . . . . . I think the reason fantasy novels appeal to so many people is partly because the societies they portray are so different — and in interesting ways — from the Supermarket World we live in. Supermarket World is a place where there’s a price tag on everything except the things that are really important … like honor and devotion, imagination and respect. But you can buy a two liter bottle of Coke on sale for $1.99 in aisle 5! And Pepsi’s there too if you want a choice.
. . . . . . . Or you could imagine yourself in a fantasy city on the edge of a mountain, where whirlwinds of magic come flowing off the peaks at irregular intervals, changing things. And the people riot on occasion. And the earl’s guards live in bloody drenched temples reminiscent of what the Aztecs had in our world (ah, the Aztecs! slain out of existence by the holier-than-thou Spaniards!).
. . . . . . . The other thing about fantasy novels is they have no real ending. They’re the ultimate “neverending story,” like the movie went, only truer. In Tolkien’s books, chronicled in The Silmarillion, there is age after age of history, and you get the real sense that the number of ages is infinite — they may even cycle back onto themselves, like the Tzolk’in Mayan calendar.
. . . . . . . In a timeless world, nothing can be that damaging to the fabric of the world. It’s not like our world with its omnipresent threat of nuclear war. On the timeless planes of the multiverse, supernatural beings find their home; and even if the world is mortal, the backdrop planes are not. They go on and on. Of course all humans are fascinated by supernatural beings who are like us but more powerful. That is the theme of so many “science fiction” movies that it’s not even funny. David Brin, the sci fi author, lambasted Star Wars for being a civil war between two genetically gifted clans (Sith and Jedi) but admitted he loved the idea nonetheless. Elitism is a real thing. Hello! magazine proves this.
. . . . . . . The elite are competent. They get things done. And in a fantasy setting, that’s just what you want. When the hobbit brought the ring to Mordor, land of fire and darkness, he wasn’t just a little dweeb with a little hesitancy. He had risen to the level of Herculean Demi-Goddish Hero. Fantasy encourages your own fantasies of self-superiority and achievement.
. . . . . . . I’ve been thinking about writing a series of novels about elves who have no morals. They just fuck human chicks up the asses and go around killing things and scarfing food down. They’re the ultimate hedonists-in-arms. I think it would do really well, especially if there was a back story like The Silmarillion. The trick is to take it seriously, and not descend into cartoons-and-comics descriptions. When the elves bleed, you need to really feel their pain. The author of Tarzan was extremely offended when a reader complimented him but said you didn’t believe that bullshit you were writing, did you? The thing is, Edgar Rice Burroughs was really, really invested in the Tarzan-World he was creating. One gets the sense that he was desperate to escape Supermarket World, and that Africa was the only place left for him without supermarkets.
. . . . . . . Mayan or African, these forbidding places are actually attractors to our senses on account of their differences and dangers. “Differences and dangers”: I wonder if a lot of white chicks who are attracted to black men go for them because of that reason alone. Not so much forbidden fruit, as poisoned fruit.
. . . . . . . Fantasy works well with a female audience because they’re especially timid. For all the blather about fearless girls, there’s a reason the word “pussy” exists as a derogatory word for outright coward. A timid person wants to imagine she can pick up a sword and run with it and not impale herself on the waving, grassy field. Again, there’s the issue of competency.
. . . . . . . Finally, there is the aspect of fantasy that it deals with a simpler time of metal swords and creaking, groaning carts and horses. Cars are fabulous creations, but they lack the glamour of a horse racing by a seaside, like Black Beauty. Animals figure prominently in fantasy literature too, only we call them “monsters.” A dragon is only an animal that can fly, perhaps with the aid of magic, through the air. In one fantasy movie, the dragon even ate the fair maidens who were sacrificed to it, giving the movie an especially realistic bent.
. . . . . . . The combination of realism with dreamlike states is another hallmark of a helluva lot of movies. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is a blatant relationship fantasy as envisioned by a beta male loser who is gripped HARD by his fascination and adoration of the weak sex. Relationship fantasies are a subset of the fantasy movie, actually, and there’s a lot of them. Machine girls and love, for some strange reason, are a popular sub-sub-theme. I never understood why an ordinary girl — just a GIRL — could be worthy of such fascination and respect, but hey, I’m an alpha male winner and I come at life from that mindset.
. . . . . . . Chicks like fantasy, but they also adore being poorly treated by the men in their lives. I can testify to that *raising a hand and smiling*. Being forceful gets you pussy. This is natural given the self-disgust with which all women view themselves, ultimately. Fantasy is a shortcut from self-disgust to self-esteem for them.
. . . . . . . But then, it’s all a delusion, isn’t it. *chuckles trailing into darkness and silence*