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truth + fiction doesn’t just = marketing

23 Jan

In the world of fanfiction there’s fictional person fiction (FPF) and real person fiction (RPF). While fanfiction is often viewed with skepticism from people outside of the fan community in general, despite humanity’s long tradition of telling and retelling stories as social currency, RPF is often met, instead, with skepticism from people within the fanfiction community itself, while people outside the community don’t even really seem register it as so specific a category.

And, to be fair, on a pure gut level, sometimes I can find RPF to be really, really weird. But then, I’ve stumbled over stories about a person I went to high school with who is now famous and one about a friend of a friend’s ex that I once had beers with and found to be remarkably unlikeable. RPF, which is arguably about personas and the packaging of fame — when people write RPF they it’s possible (even quite likely) that they aren’t writing about real people’s fictionalized private lives so much as real people’s publicly fictionalized persona’s private lives — sometimes appears to drop under that layer of fictional truth for me, not out of speculation but because Oh my god, I know those people.

I’ve heard all the arguments about the morality or ethics of writing and reading RPF, and it’s not that I don’t think these are fundamentally important conversations on some level (and yes, I’ve thought long and hard about “Well, how would you feel if someone did it to you?” The answer? “Well, like I’d probably have a lot more important things to be doing than reading wank about me on the Internet if I were known enough for that to be going on.”). It’s just that I’m not that interested in those discussions of how not to be an asshole. Not being an asshole is good, but I’m not all that qualified to tell anyone how to do that, despite various attempts I fully admit to having made. Besides, from a thinky thoughts perspective, on this one I’m really, really much more riveted by — and useful to — talking about the critical implications around RPF.

Perhaps the most irritating aspect of RPF-related discussions is the degree to which people dismiss it as, “Oh god, more creepy porn on the Internet.” I think it’s pretty toxic how often both fan community participants and critics dismiss sexualized-content for irrelevancy because it contains sex. Our collective libidos are, among other things, narrative tools, and chucking a lot of fanfiction into the sex bucket and saying it’s not worth looking at from a critical position for that reason isn’t just one of those high-/low- culture false divides moments; it’s a sloppy misuse and abuse of data. The stories people feel compelled to tell and witness and share, whether or not they’re well-written, or whether or not you’re personally interested in them, or whether or not that represent masturbatory material for some people, represent a cultural map that it’s foolish to dismiss (even if I won’t read anything published on fanfiction.net either — I never said I wasn’t a snob).

Now let’s be clear, not all fanfiction, and, I find, particularly not all RPF, is porn. And even when it is, that porn is usually there in service to the idea of the backstage story (which if you’ve been following the development of Dogboy & Justine you know is a particular fascination of mine). And, conversely, not all RPF is fanfiction (e.g., works created on a not-for-profit basis by enthusiasts). Note the erotic anthology StarF*cker, which is fiction about sex and real famous people, but very much not part of the fanfiction ethos. In the less sex, but still definitely RPF department, what do you think Primary Colors was? Or the forthcoming O (not to be confused, amusingly, with The Story Of O)? RPF. Totally, totally RPF.

And that doesn’t even begin to cover how pervasive this trend has become; Steve Erickson, for example, doesn’t just use both historical figures and himself as a fictional characters in his novels, but also included personal encounters with Sally Hemings (a particular obsession of Erickson’s; she shows up in his novels too) in Leap Year, his arguably non-fiction book on the 1988 presidential campaign season. Other examples include the Aaron Sorkin Jed Bartlet advises Obama piece from the last campaign season and an article The New York Times also did on the real people as fictional characters in novels phenomenon, although I’m having trouble finding the link (please leave comment if you’ve got it!).

RPF is a real, saleable thing, both in its smutty and not smutty versions. None of which necessarily makes it less uncomfortable for many readers (or, even, in the abstract for non-readers). Nor should it. Part of the charge of reading RPF, sexualized or not, is, I think, that it is so profoundly unsettling and messes with our boundaries regarding what is real and what is true (two of my favorite categories for making Venn diagrams about stories). Another part of the charge is, I think, the violative nature of reading something and realizing that a particular fantasy, daydream or fear you have harbored is shared, is part of our collective story in the dark. It is the guilty that can bring the pleasure when it comes to RPF.

In the midst of hanging about on Twitter the night Countdown went off the air, there was a tweet saying that AC360 was going to do a bit on the Countdown thing, which got fairly widely misinterpreted as “Olbermann’s going to be interviewed on Cooper’s show.” Which, in the world of the Internet, or at least the people I talk to on the Internet, led me to make a crack about how Olbermann/Cooper would make certain corners of the Internet very happy, which led someone to reply with, “Have you read this?” and a link.

Obviously, I read some RPF. I’ve written some RPF (some of which you’d even be able to track back to me with ease). Some of that I have mixed feelings about. Some of it I don’t. But there’s ton’s of RPF I won’t touch with a ten-foot pole for no other reason than it squicks me. It doesn’t mean the story is morally or ethically wrong (for me or anyone else) or not well-executed; it just means that for whatever reason, sometimes one I can’t even put my finger on, there are some RPF places I don’t want to go unless I have to for some sort of scholarly/critical thingy. For me, pundit slash, as the world of RPF about political talk show hosts is called, is one of those no-go zones for me. I’ve no idea why, but so it is. This surely seems like a perfectly rational choice to many of you.

But I had a headache, and I was in a bad mood, and people on Twitter were like “You have to read this story called ‘The 28th Amendment,'” and I recalled that, that Barack Obama/Rahm Emanuel piece from Yuletide a few years back was one of the smartest meditations on ambition I had ever read, even if I did find parts of the story really, really uncomfortable. So I decided to give the rec from Twitter a go, and that’s how I fell down the rabbit hole of pundit slash on a Friday night, and why I’m writing this post and have a linky or two to share with you now.

One of the biggest problems for me as a (critical) reader of RPF is that I often feel like people who are trying to use RPF for commentary don’t know how to write a story, and people who just want to write a (hot) story, don’t necessarily know how to add criticism into the mix. That both those things should happen in RPF aren’t, of course, anyone’s requirements but my own, but hey, my journal, my pickiness. What’s so remarkable about “The 28th Amendment” (which imagines a The Handmaid’s Tale-esque religious police state in the US under a President Huckabee with our intrepid pundits (Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Rachel Maddow, Anderson Cooper, Keith Olbermann and more) on the run), is that it knows how to do both. While I reflexively read it with an editorial eye (and there were things in there I would have changed or didn’t ring plausible for me even in the suspended-disbelief of the narrative, although it’s hard to say whether that was related to personal comfort or actual editorial consideration), the fact is, it was a well-told story that got under my skin for reasons that I am fairly sure were broader than liberal-paranoia and the fact that I read all sorts of stuff that freaks other people out on the Internet all the time.

Maybe, I decided, pundit slash wasn’t totally squicky. Maybe I should read more! So I started digging around on An Archive of Our Own and found a remarkable number of charming fictions about Rachel Maddow being a cool person to have drinks with, a BDSM-AU about various pundits, several high school AUs (a particular favorite of my partner’s), and an essentially general audiences Doctor Who/Rachel Maddow crossover. It’s a beautiful world out there on the Internet. Or something.

One of the views I have particularly little patience for is the idea that fanfiction isn’t real writing, that it is somehow “practice” for the “real” work you are obligated to aspire to do. Sure, writing fanfiction is one way to learn some craft skills, but to me original fiction and fanfiction are profoundly different endeavors that I engage in for profoundly different reasons. To me, fanfiction is something of an acting exercise: that is, how do I execute, in text, on a character whose blueprint has already been provided to me by a writer/director? While original fiction utilizes some of those acting tools, but also the structural components of the writerly and directorial eye. And I think it’s absurd to tell anyone they have to aspire to anything, especially when I’ve had so much experience turning something I love into a job — sometimes it’s still fun when you do that, and, sometimes, it really, really isn’t.

But I do think that people playing in the RPF sandbox — whether they be part of fan communities or not — would benefit from looking at the bigger picture. If you read Primary Colors, it’s absurd to snark on the existence of RPF in fan communities even if you’ve never read fanfiction and never plan to (because, guess what? In a way, other than that money was involved, you already have). And if you’re writing RPF and think it has to stay in the land of fanfiction but wish it didn’t? Well, sometimes it doesn’t have to stay there. And you should know that too (and I say this, particularly, to people writing historical RPF — have you read The Baroque Cycle? History is a playground! Although please, if we can avoid any more plays about six great minds from different time periods having a dinner party in Hell, I would love you forever).

Fiction appeals to many of us, often, because of the pieces with in it that could be or feel true, no matter how impossible or unlikely for us or for anyone. There is a reason, after all, why so many adults confess to still feeling at the back of wardrobes when they encounter them for the door to Narnia. So it makes just as much sense, really, no matter how discomforting it may be, that there is this not insignificant impulse to put not just truth in our fiction, but fiction in our truth. RPF is a corner of both the fanfiction and generalized fiction space that illuminates, with a sometimes queasy-making light, just why we read fiction and just how far away truth can seem.

Meanwhile, I’ve got a killer story sitting on my hard drive about once-was but no-more Ziggy Stardust David Bowie and Lady Gaga and matters of persona, mentorship, love and desire. Anyone want to buy it?

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11 Responses to “truth + fiction doesn’t just = marketing”

  1. K`shandra January 23, 2011 at 2:01 pm #

    I would read the HELL out of your Bowie/Gaga story.

  2. Linden January 23, 2011 at 2:16 pm #

    — I want to read that Gaga/Bowie story like NOTHING ELSE, good lord.

  3. verity January 23, 2011 at 7:05 pm #

    Is it an 80s AU where Gaga is an NYC club kid and hotter than Christian Bale? OR HAVE I JUST READ TOO MANY CRACKY NOVEL-LENGTH RPF AUS LATELY? (Damn you, Archive of Our Own!)

  4. Anton January 23, 2011 at 7:12 pm #

    Oh man, Bowie/Gage forever and ever.

    There is some hilarious and bizarre and wonderful fic centered around the Daily Show/Colbert Report.

    • RM January 23, 2011 at 7:17 pm #

      And there is that whole thing where Colbert (the character on the show) writes fanfiction, which is AMAZINGLY meta, but I had no way to shoe-horn it into this already very complicated post, all so I could link people to pundits at war!

  5. eandh January 23, 2011 at 7:56 pm #

    The whole ‘real people as protagonists” is huge within the mystery genre. There are mysteries with Queen Victoria, Jane Austen, Leonardo da Vinci, Oscar Wilde, or Josephine Tey as their protagonist-sleuth. It’s not enough to do a historical mystery any more, people have to co-opt historical figures to star in them

    • RM January 23, 2011 at 9:22 pm #

      Thanks for this, as I had NO IDEA. Mystery is one of those genre’s I don’t really do but occasionally have brief, obsessive flirtations with, so this is something I had not known was there to encounter.

      • tdanaher January 24, 2011 at 10:38 am #

        I don’t see anyone mention it, but Caleb Carr had a huge hit in 1994 with the novel The Alienist, starring Theodore Roosevelt during the time he was New York’s Police Commissioner. I don’t recall how well it sold, but Roosevelt also featured in Carr’s follow-up book The Angel of Darkness. I just adored The Alienist because, since it’s set in Manhattan, I went from location to location and played out the fictional events of the novel in my imagination.

        • RM January 24, 2011 at 10:41 am #

          I haven’t read it, but I think The Alienist was huge. I remember seeing it EVERWHERE, although the other one hasn’t pinged my radar. I’m interested in the degree to which my examples and some others noted, like this, are largely political. Because I know there’s a ton of this stuff that isn’t (that New York Times article I can’t find was, I think, largely about the use of Marilyn Monroe as a fictional character).

  6. Gwydion January 24, 2011 at 3:02 am #

    I admit, I’m really uncomfortable with RPF. Obviously, I’m not famous, but I’ve had men obsessing over me since I was seven right up until I got really sick and my body fell apart.* I have no illusions about my image being used as wank material. I’ve known men were jacking off to me since I was a teenager. Odds are, there are still some guys still using my old images to get off, even now. I even caught a guy jacking off during one of my modeling sessions way back when I was a late teen. I (had him kicked out). I accept that this is what happens when you look the way I looked, that the human libido is such that nearly anything is masturbatory fodder. I get that, I really do.

    I’ve had people write fanfic about characters I played in RP, and I find it flattering that someone lived something I played enough to write about it. That doesn’t bother me either.

    At the same time, I’ve been subjected to men who insisted on telling me their sexual fantasies about me, even though I didn’t want to hear them, even though i never fucked them and had no plans to fuck them. I have had fanfic staring me emailed to me, from back when I was a local counter culture figure. It creeps me the fuck out, just the way it creeps me out when a stranger wanders up to me in a game or chat environment and starts meta posing me having graphic sex with them. I can’t help it, it squicks me the fuck out. The way people talk or write about their fantasies of sex with me, have very little to do with who I really am, but I don’t like it. It makes me want to shower with a scowering pad. Yes, it squicks me out less if it’s not porn, but it still squicks me.

    I realize that this is likely illogical, but there is a line there that matters to me. If it’s happening inside some man’s head who I may or may not know, it doesn’t actually involve me in any way. When I have to see or hear it before I can move out of ear shot, hang up, click delete, this is something non-consensual happening to me, even though no one is actually touching me. That may or may not make sense to people. I certainly can’t speak to how actual celebrities feel about it. This isn’t an anti-sex work thing. I’ve done a little back in the day, and I still had some say. To me when it becomes a performance involving me that i didn’t say yes to, it’s suddenly non-con.

    As a result, when I occasionally stumble on RPF I’m deeply uncomfortable, because that feels like non-con to me also, even though I’ve never met the celebrity in question.

    Again, this has nothing to do how other people feel about it. This it how I feel, entirely. It doesn’t mean other people can’t write it or read it. My response happens to be ti4ed up in my personal history with this sort of thing.

    I’m okay with dead historical figures cameoing in fiction. I don’t really mind if there’s sex involved as long as they’ve been dead a while, which I suppose is creepy in it’s way. If the person is still alive or dead in my life time I just don’t want to be around it. I didn’t read Primary Colors, but I tend to react better to even transparently fictionalized celebrities, such as what is clearly Bill Maher/Anne Coulter in World War Z. This is likely hypocritical, but it’s how I feel.

    * The occasional woman has expressed interest, but I’ve never had a woman hide in a restroom or the bushes to take pictures of me, corner me to share their porn fantasy staring me, nor do i know of any shrines of my cast off condom wrappers, hair and nail clippings etc. made by women. there was something about me that a certain type of man tended to react strongly to, which mostly didn’t seem to effect women,. I have theories about what that is, but it’s entirely beside the point and rather complicated. Suffice to say, the men who tended to get obsessed with me had traits in common that I think predisposed them to this sort of thing and I can easily put together which things about me would lead them to develop a rich fantasy life about who they thought I was. I am not claiming women don’t obsess this way, as I’ve seen it; merely that women don’t obsess over me that way.

  7. C.A. Young January 24, 2011 at 7:35 pm #

    I love that you mention the Baroque Cycle. Neal Stephenson is one of those authors I wish I had enough time for. His stuff is so thick and detailed. I hate him a little, but in really nice ways, and think his slightly smug author photo in the back of Anathem was totally justified. Heh.

    But yeah, I was thinking about RPS and RPF, and how it’s such an effective, fun, beautiful tool. (Rule 34 moment: is anyone writing Jack Harkness/1980’s Rob Halford? Has nobody in Torchwood fandom listened to Screaming for Vengeance but me?) Good historical fiction in particular twiddles some switches for me that are hard to twiddle otherwise because I love possibilities and what-ifs. Fictional/real pieces (like that Sorkin from the election) likewise.

    I’m guilty of the devaluing my own fanwork thing. A lot. Mainly because I wrote SO MUCH porn, and lots of it is kind of crazy because at the time it was the thing I was using to rebuild myself as a human being in the face of some pretty terrible pain. And yet, looking back, it’s also the thing that gave me some of my dearest friendships, and moved some things along in my life that wouldn’t have been budge-able before. So. Good reminder, there. Note to self: stop freaking out.

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