The Tyranny of the Audience
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jere7myA curious thing happened at the Royal Albert Hall in 1966. Bob Dylan, for the second half of his much-anticipated concert, plugged in. The audience had come for a folk music concert; many of them were shocked and upset that their ears were being assaulted with an electric guitar. People walked out; people booed. This was not lost on Dylan, whose rendition of Ballad of a Thin Man was raw, angry—and, for the first time, turned against his audience.
Afterward, one audience member cried "Judas!"—it's preserved perfectly on the CD—and was rewarded with widespread applause. Dylan's laconic, whined answer: "I don't believe you." Then he played Like a Rolling Stone, with that same sickened anger, thanked his audience, and left the stage, to perfunctory applause and a taped recessional recording of God Save the Queen.
It was a significant event in the history of rock and roll, and books have been written about Dylan going electric. But it's also interesting as a portrait of an audience. From their perspective, they'd paid for something and weren't getting it; they were perfectly right to complain, in their point of view. But in hindsight it became clear that they were present for a pivotal concert; there are boatloads of people today who wish they could have been there, and I imagine most of those who were there tell their grandkids about it.
I think about the Royal Albert Hall concert when I see people reacting to new SF. As a writer, I want to push boundaries, challenge my readers, do the unexpected—but time and time again I hear people say, particularly on Usenet, "I didn't like the main character" when the story depended on an unlikable main character, or "I don't like nonlinear storytelling," or "this season was too dark," or a dozen other things that make me hesitate to try anything unusual. I want to take them by the shoulders and say, "I don't believe you."
As SF readers, I think we have an obligation to challenge ourselves, to seek out the interesting as well as the comfortable. We shouldn't read (or watch) things that we don't like, but we should be interested, sometimes, in digging to learn what an author is trying to say—even if it's not personally appealing, even if it means swallowing something galling from time to time. I worry that the vast array of choices the modern world offers is turning us into gourmands, wrinkling our noses at whatever is not custom-prepared for our palates. By keeping such straitlaced opinions we miss opening ourselves to important works, things that might change our opinions, just as the people who walked out of the Royal Albert Hall missed an epochal event in the music they love. And we discourage writers from producing challenging works, by making them harder to sell.
Example: There are plenty of legitimate reasons to dislike The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, purple prose being foremost, followed closely by misuse of the word "glaive." I have no quarrel with anyone who's read it and hated it. But I know many, many people who "couldn't get past the rape." A protagonist who commits rape, in some eyes, is irredeemable. Never mind that the rape is the core of Donaldson's point about the Land and unbelief, and the defining act of Covenant's character; Covenant committed rape, which makes the book unreadable—whether or not it is interesting.
(I should make an exception here for people who have personal reasons for being unable to read about rape. That's not what I'm talking about, as I hope is clear.)
I try to approach a work with open eyes and faith in the author. If there's something interesting there to be found, I hope I'll find it, and I'm willing to suffer in the search. I have my own arbitrary hot buttons—enlightened feminist pagan wish-fulfillment, e.g.—but my goal is to overcome them. If I come away from something with a preconceived notion overturned, I count it a victory.
Then again, I also like watching Welcome Back, Kotter, so my horse can't be all that high. :)=
Something is happening, and you don't know what it is.
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Afterward, one audience member cried "Judas!"—it's preserved perfectly on the CD—and was rewarded with widespread applause. Dylan's laconic, whined answer: "I don't believe you." Then he played Like a Rolling Stone, with that same sickened anger, thanked his audience, and left the stage, to perfunctory applause and a taped recessional recording of God Save the Queen.
It was a significant event in the history of rock and roll, and books have been written about Dylan going electric. But it's also interesting as a portrait of an audience. From their perspective, they'd paid for something and weren't getting it; they were perfectly right to complain, in their point of view. But in hindsight it became clear that they were present for a pivotal concert; there are boatloads of people today who wish they could have been there, and I imagine most of those who were there tell their grandkids about it.
I think about the Royal Albert Hall concert when I see people reacting to new SF. As a writer, I want to push boundaries, challenge my readers, do the unexpected—but time and time again I hear people say, particularly on Usenet, "I didn't like the main character" when the story depended on an unlikable main character, or "I don't like nonlinear storytelling," or "this season was too dark," or a dozen other things that make me hesitate to try anything unusual. I want to take them by the shoulders and say, "I don't believe you."
As SF readers, I think we have an obligation to challenge ourselves, to seek out the interesting as well as the comfortable. We shouldn't read (or watch) things that we don't like, but we should be interested, sometimes, in digging to learn what an author is trying to say—even if it's not personally appealing, even if it means swallowing something galling from time to time. I worry that the vast array of choices the modern world offers is turning us into gourmands, wrinkling our noses at whatever is not custom-prepared for our palates. By keeping such straitlaced opinions we miss opening ourselves to important works, things that might change our opinions, just as the people who walked out of the Royal Albert Hall missed an epochal event in the music they love. And we discourage writers from producing challenging works, by making them harder to sell.
Example: There are plenty of legitimate reasons to dislike The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, purple prose being foremost, followed closely by misuse of the word "glaive." I have no quarrel with anyone who's read it and hated it. But I know many, many people who "couldn't get past the rape." A protagonist who commits rape, in some eyes, is irredeemable. Never mind that the rape is the core of Donaldson's point about the Land and unbelief, and the defining act of Covenant's character; Covenant committed rape, which makes the book unreadable—whether or not it is interesting.
(I should make an exception here for people who have personal reasons for being unable to read about rape. That's not what I'm talking about, as I hope is clear.)
I try to approach a work with open eyes and faith in the author. If there's something interesting there to be found, I hope I'll find it, and I'm willing to suffer in the search. I have my own arbitrary hot buttons—enlightened feminist pagan wish-fulfillment, e.g.—but my goal is to overcome them. If I come away from something with a preconceived notion overturned, I count it a victory.
Then again, I also like watching Welcome Back, Kotter, so my horse can't be all that high. :)=
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Date: 2004-04-10 12:47 pm (UTC)The odd thing about sf/f fandom is the way people tend to feel like they *own* the material. I don't like rhetoric about fantasy or science fiction being a "gateway to another world", because people seem to actually believe that; the world is a vacation resort that they live in and enjoy, and the author's job is to provide a satisfying, made-to-order experience for them.
It's in that sense that sf/f and other genre literature is "juvenile", not in the sense that aliens and spaceships and dragons are inherently juvenile. People *treat* sf/f as juvenile fiction, as old familiar stories from their childhood, and the novels have to deliver the happily-ever-after endings. Hence the reams and reams of bad cookie-cutter fiction in the sf/f genre (and the romance genre, and the horror genre, and the mystery-thriller genre).
The sf/f I like doesn't have to be experimental or wild, but it has to break expectations in some way. _Mostly Harmless_ was genius because it took a series that had been groundbreaking because it took a series did something with sf/f you hadn't seen much before -- made a farce of the whole thing -- and un-farced it and showed you the darkness and pain that had been inside it *from the very beginning*. Same deal with Seinfeld. And I like a good laugh as much as anyone, but what I like better is being given insight into *why* I laugh, and the moral problems of laughing at certain things... (What gets me is how *well* _Mostly Harmless_ does it -- and how predictably people hated it because it did it so well, but oh well...)