You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave

Up until last year and CQL I’d not been active in fandom circles for over five years, and I did not miss it. First things first, I’ve never seen myself as a fan creator of any kind, which is why I was never at home in lj, but found a lot of joy in the reblog culture of tumblr back in the before before times. I had all the typical fan experiences, met people, made friends, built a community. Hell, my current flatmate is a fandom friend from all the way back to 2008 and BBC Merlin days. So, you know, I get it.

But even though I didn’t exactly feel like an interloper in fandom spaces, I didn’t really feel like I *belonged* either. In the same way that you don’t feel you belong to your high-school class, or your undergrad community. I had friends and personal connections that were meaningful and strong but I had those outside fandom too, and it never became a thing that actively influenced my day to day life (my having conversations while reading stuff on my phone aside, funnily enough something that I was later called out on BY a fandom friend so, you know).

And then tumblr fandom fizzled out, I wasn’t reading the right books or watching the right shows and I just, stopped logging in. And then it was five years later and I’d not even thought about fandom and only rarely read a fic or two from tiny book fandoms as the need struck.

And then then CQL. And fandom twitter. That whole mess.

I’m thinking about this today because I’m thinking about media consumption in and outside of fandom. Because surely, if I’m not ACTIVELY on a fandom, or produce fan content then my consumption is my own responsibility. Surely. Surely? And therein lies the rub.

I don’t think my flatmate, for example, would agree.

Does knowing about fandom and the way it operates, how it reads and misreads texts, how it influences and affects people (especially young people) mean that you are always responsible for the fan community of the things you love? Too often these days it feels like there’s only two options: either you’re ignorant of something’s potentially negative effect, or you denounce it for that negative element.

To this day, I do not discuss the fact that I’ve watched Yuuri on Ice, to such a degree that I can’t even remember what I actually thought about the show itself, because it’s been drilled into my head that the fandom was Not It and therefore I should not admit to watching/enjoying the source material. Because of a fandom that I was neither aware of nor a part of, but for whose attitudes and trends, I was held accountable for by virtue of having once been a fandom person.

Sometimes it’s enough to make you want to tear your hair out and yell about fandom is not actually that important, that all-encompassing, that omnipotent. Or, just because it is for some people, it’s not the case for everyone. I dipped my toe in CQL fandom, I was active, engaging, creating content, and it was easily the worst decision of my pandemic year despite how much I got from it in the way of personal relationships and friendships. (then why are you here marita what is the point of this dreamwidth blog? idk man i just don't feel comfortable dropping ten paragraphs of this in someone's DMs and i'm currently living alone)

I don’t know what the point of this post is other than to vent some Concerns and Thoughts but also I do have a bunch of deadlines so I needed to exercise them from my brain.

The other day I was washing dishes and listening to the latest Witch, Please episode, as you do. The subject of the episode was time-travel and how it worked (or didn’t) within Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. “An OK episode all in all”, thought I, “Pity I don’t like any time-travel stories”.

This post is its own form of personal time-travel, as I turn into my own past and slap myself in the face for somehow forgetting all of my many favourite time-travel narratives. So I share them with you. (a personal note to x_los: no Doctor Who included so manage your expectations. It’s been too long and I’ve done my time, served my sentence, dated the 10th Doctor lookalike that kept trying to speak in a Scottish accent at me despite being Greek… Maybe one day I’ll be able to go back to my Doctor Who future. Not yet.)

Without further ado!

Honourable mentions :
About Time (a good emotional film that is *not* a rom-com despite what my ex thinks)
Kate & Leopold (I have nothing but fond memories of this movie which is why I’ve not attempted to watch it in over a decade)
Doomsday Book, Connie Willis (is it better all in all that TSNotD? Maybe. Will I ever have the emotional fortitude to reread it and find out? Sources say no)
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett (listen, I know, I just like my choice better)
Time Was, Ian McDonald (I need to reread before it earns a spot)
How to Travel Safely in a Science Fictional Universe, Charles Yu (see above)

Marita’s Top 7 Time-Travel Narratives.

7. Happy Death-Day: Listen there had to be a. one horror film and b. one Groundhog Day-type time travel narrative here. Luckily, Happy Death Day is both and a bloody good film besides. Horror comedy about a girl forced to relive her last day until she solves the mystery of her own murder and exposes the person that killed her. Delightful, funny, with some solid jump-scares and a few unexpectedly solid emotional beats. I love re-watching it.

6. This is how you lose the time war, Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone: Idk man, I know this is a basic bitch pick in the year of our lord 2021 but this is a good book for me. The prose, the plot (or lack thereof), the characters, the romance. It’s good. It works. I love it. I would like more of it but also I really wouldn’t

5. A Taste of Honey, Kai Ashante Wilson: I love KAW’s work and while this novella is probably not my favourite it’s a close damn call. What if I’d made a different choice type of time travel and it’s beautiful and heart-breaking and great. Some bitch tried to tell me KAW was NOT one of the best names in epic fantasy once. She was never seen again.

4. [Diana Wynne Jones Free Square] I fully cannot decide which one goes here and which is an honourable mention because I love both Time of the Ghost and Black Maria a normal amount. To say nothing of the “does this really count?” entries like Hexwood, Archer’s Goon, or The Crown of Dalemark. Suffice to say time-travel narratives loop through DWJ’s work and never fail to create interesting stories.

3. Kindred, Octavia Butler: Is there really anything to say about this book that hasn’t already been said? I loved it. I loved discussing it in class for my MLitt, I love reading scholarship about it now. Amazing use of time travel.

2. To Say Nothing of the Dog or, How We Found the Bishop's Bird Stump at Last, Connie Willis: Listen. I fucking LOVE Connie Willis when she does rom-coms and this one? This one is the best. I’m talking the BEST. Time-travelling historians go into history for the sake of ACADEMIA and get TIME TRAVEL SICK and also FALL IN LOVE (to say nothing of the dog.)

1.  Thief of Time, Terry Pratchett: This is my favourite book in the whole entire world and I will argue at length about how it’s Pratchett’s *best crafted* novel. Is it a time travel book? Well. Yes. But time travel is so baked into every single aspect of the narrative that you almost forget about it. Also, eventually I’ll use my year of rest and hyperfixation into wuxia/xianxia and Chinese SFF in general to think proper academic thoughts about Pratchett’s use of wuxia elements in Thief of Time and the problems/etc with that but for now I’m just: Brain empty/Literalizing the cinematic use of slow motion and time fuckery that is so prevalent in wuxia cinema and making it actual time slicing? Brilliant. What a fun way to play with transmedial adaptation of tropes.

 

Anyway this was me, and my time travel. If it looks like I've forgotten a big one, I'll let you in on a little secret: I probably haven't seen/read it.

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Yes, I know the title of this doesn't really scan, leave me alone.

My to-do list has five columns. One of these is simply titled "Life" and includes entries ranging from "eat", and "read for book club" 
to "write review for x" and "make powerpoint for z". It basically includes all the things I have to get done that I don't *technically* owe my supervisors or my bosses at the internship or the committee chair or the bid area head. And also, you know, remembering to get the stupid squid rings that I've wanted to eat for Clean Monday (15/03) out of the damn freezer [1].

I was never particularly good at to-do lists. Or structure. Or anything resembling discipline. Which is why I'm in a field that is 9/10ths admin, obviously. A credit to my institution. But they are absolutely necessary in this hell year so here I am, splitting them up in columns so that the sight of them doesn't drive me to despair. I'm not going to post my embarrassing to-do lists here but I am going to use this space to monitor the things I want to read and listen so that, at least, that's a few things that I won't have to put under the silly little "Life" header.


Currently Reading
To Read
Langya Bang The ones we're meant to find
The Graveyard ApartmentItinerant Doctor
My Heart Is a ChainsawThe Blood on Satan's Claw
Silk & SteelAn Unkindness  of Magicians
Hell and EarthGuardian

To Listen
Lolita Podcast
Friends at the Table: Sangfielle
In Strange Woods
Water Margin Podcast
The Penumbra Podcast s3

 

God those tables are ugly HUH.

Anyway I'm only a meager 4% through LYB but in my defense it is, like, a billion thousand pages so I think I'm forgiven. More worryingly I'm a third through Hell and Earth but I need to have finished it a week ago for research reasons. Guess what I'm reading tonight? You're probably right if you guessed Guardian.




 



[1] This prestigious task was finally achieved today 18/03. The squid rings were rubbery but I ate the entire bag with great relish.

Warnings: unchecked pretentiousness and a tendency to ramble

To Whom It May Co-- No, okay.

I am not great at long form blogging, which is surprising because irl I never have trouble finding things to say. The problem is usually getting me to shut up. Part of that is because I self-censor and over-edit myself when I write, completely mortified by the possibility of coming across self centered (which I don't think I am), boring (which I occasionally can be), or pretentious (which is like, 90% of my personality).

But I really enjoyed being a part of online fandom again this past year so I am making an Effort (TM) to try out a platform that's not the hellscape that was fandom twitter. This journal will probably end up covering a lot of areas of my life (fandom, academia, reading, theatre) so I would appreciate it if everything stayed more or less in their respective boxes but I fully understand that streams crossing is unavoidable. I do not link my ao3 on my twitter or vice versa for a reason and I'm not expecting this journal to be linked to either of the two anytime soon so, please be good and don't randomly DM my boss to tell him about my fanfic output yeah?

Anyway about me: I am 27 years old. I am currently working towards being an academic. I love talking about books. I love theatre. I fully expect to be talking about NSFW content which I will tag but be warned of either way. My interests are best described as literally anything to do with Fantasy, Horror, Romance, SF, and theatre. I will read almost everything and have an opinion on anything I've read. I love talking about horror. I adore dragons. My favourite authors (at the moment) are Terry Pratchett, Diana Wynne Jones, Helen Oyeyemi, JRR Tolkien, Mervyn Peake, Ellen Kushner, N. K. Jemisin, and Ken Liu. I have been reading a lot of danmei by priest (please talk priest to me), and am currently watching Word of Honor as it airs. I was really into The Untamed, Nirvana in Fire, SVSSS, and quite enjoyed Dance of the Phoenix.

I will be using this to talk about what I'm reading a fair bit so be warned, I tend to have 4-6 books on the go at any given time. At the moment I am reading Lang Ya Bang, The Graveyard Appartment, My Heart is a Chainsaw, Hell and Earth, and The Beckoning Fair One. I have now finished Mo Du for two days, but my heart is still full of it.

I write fanfiction sometimes but I don't really see myself as a creator. I'm mostly interested in critical analysis, discussion, theory, and thinking of academic papers that I do not have time to write and that my supervisor would kill me if she knew I was working on instead of writing my PhD. After one year in lockdown I no longer have any relationship to the concept of "having fun", but hopefully my rambling mess of a brain is entertaining to others! 


EDIT: I forgot to mention my name but like, it's on the blog thingy? Anyway hi, I'm Mari((t)a). (any combination of the letters in parentheses welcome or just go with Mari i guess? I'm not the boss of you.)
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