I’m in a writing group with a lot of lovely people, a great many of whom write what is loosely termed as ‘Fantasy’.
I only say ‘loosely’ because it’s a very generic term. Vampires, werewolves, elves, dragons and the ilk. Alternate worlds/realities, magic swords, princes and princesses etc etc.
And I thought to myself. Do I really have that much in common with these people?
The answer is yes.
I scanned my DVD and book collections (And comics and graphic novels and, dare I say it, toys) – Lord of the Rings, Blade, Underworld, American Werewolf and, of course, superheroes to name but a few. I could go on and on.
So why? What IS the deal with fantasy?
Definition of fantasy in English:
noun (plural fantasies)[MASS NOUN] The faculty or activity of imagining impossible or improbable things:
Fair enough. – But what’s the fascination?
At this point in writing this I thought about looking into the psychological reasoning about why people ‘fantasize’ but then I thought –
Do I really care?
The answer has to be, unequivocally, no.
It enriches my life. It expands my mind. Without consideration of the impossible/improbable what would our fiction, film and art be like?
I’d rather kick myself in the nuts than live in a world without this guy –
A world without fantasy?
I can’t imagine it …