An Open Letter
Nov. 7th, 2007 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dear Joss,
Look, I know we have our differences.
Your storytelling, characters, and dialogue--beloved by virtually everyone I know and downright arsehole-licking worshiped by fandom in general--make my teeth melt and my eardrums prolapse. I dislike... no, let's face it, I hate, hate, I'm using the word hate here, how you write the majority of your characters as snarky, snide, glib fourteen-year-old girls. Even Wolverine. Wolverine is not a fourteen-year-old girl, Joss. It grates on my nerves and it comes off as smug and self-satisfied. Or maybe that's just the impression I get from you, personally.
That's not to say I think you're a bad writer. I absolutely and firmly believe that you're an excellent storyteller, one of the most talented in TV and comics out there. You actually care about things like plot and character development above cheap sensationalism. You have my respect, and you have my admiration.
In truth, I envy you. Look, my personal goal is to become a cult of personality artist myself. A lesser Joss Whedon. A poor man's Quentin Tarantino. A less-bullshitty Warren Ellis. A washed Chuck Palahniuk. I don't have it in me to be a mainstream success, but I honestly, truly believe I have the potential to be a cult writer.
That's my life goal: I want fans who scare the ever-loving shit outta me.
But I digress. I do that a lot. I'll probably do it a little more before we're through.
Hell, at this point, I might as well get all this out there. In for a penny, and all that.
Part of it is that you personally remind me of some people I've known; downright brilliant writers and thinkers who are also kind of smug pricks with chips on their shoulders. Speaking as a non-religious person, one step about being agnostic, it did rather bug me when, in an AV Club interview, you said that "there's no God, absolutely not, and that's a very important and necessary thing to learn." Left a bad taste in my mouth, hard to say why.
Perhaps since then, you've tweaked bitter associations with those aformentioned old "friends" of mine. Then again, no, I still squirm when I think of someone naming a wooden stake "Mr. Pointy." So maybe not. *shudder*
The fact is, 99% of the time, as legitimately good as you truly are, a master in your field... you're just not for me. KIM POSSIBLE does everything that you do, but in a way that doesn't make me want to tear my own head off. It's more innocent, less glib. It's the glib I can't take.
My point, Joss... and yes, I have a point... my point... is ASTONISHING X-MEN # 23. Which just came out today.
Now, I've run hot and cold on this entire run of yours, which started off strong but eventually fell apart into tedium. Well now, we get issue # 23. And y'know what, Joss? I have only one thing to say to you.
...
... FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!
I swear, I must've reread those last six pages a dozen times today, and they never, ever, ever get any less ass-kickingly badass awesome. Thank you, thank you, THANK you for finally doing right by this much-abused character, perhaps for the first time in his forty-four year history of neglect and disrespect.
Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck-fuckin'-A-YEAH.
We may never see eye-to-eye, even if you eventually do discover that I exist. At that point, I shall probably be so flustered that I'll lie through my teeth and start sporting a "Joss Whedon is my Master Now" T-shirt (which my small but devoted legion of HefHeads will have been pre-instructed to put me out of my misery should such a horrifying instance ever occur).
In the meantime, I shall continue to grit my teeth any time someone buys a BUFFY SEASON 8 comic book while issues of EX MACHINA, IMMORTAL IRON FIST, ALL-STAR SUPERMAN, and GREEN LANTERN sit a-mouldering on the shelves. I will always be unable to watch FIREFLY without thinking how much I prefer FARSCAPE, or endure BUFFY and ANGEL without wishing for every single character to be edited out except for Spike (and maybe throw Geraint Wyn Davies in the mix). And yes, I will still use "browncoat" as a universal term for a rabid fanbase tainting something that's genuinely good with overhype and disturbing obsession.
But now and forever, Joss... if only for these six pages... you have my eternal respect and gratitude.
See you at Comic Con 2015. I'll be the one writing the ongoing "Two-Face meets Johnny Go" series, and wearing the T-shirt that reads "WHAT HAPPENS TO A TOAD WHEN IT'S STRUCK BY LIGHTNING?"
Good luck finding me, though, as I'll be hiding from both of our fans.
Sincerely,
Heffie
Look, I know we have our differences.
Your storytelling, characters, and dialogue--beloved by virtually everyone I know and downright arsehole-licking worshiped by fandom in general--make my teeth melt and my eardrums prolapse. I dislike... no, let's face it, I hate, hate, I'm using the word hate here, how you write the majority of your characters as snarky, snide, glib fourteen-year-old girls. Even Wolverine. Wolverine is not a fourteen-year-old girl, Joss. It grates on my nerves and it comes off as smug and self-satisfied. Or maybe that's just the impression I get from you, personally.
That's not to say I think you're a bad writer. I absolutely and firmly believe that you're an excellent storyteller, one of the most talented in TV and comics out there. You actually care about things like plot and character development above cheap sensationalism. You have my respect, and you have my admiration.
In truth, I envy you. Look, my personal goal is to become a cult of personality artist myself. A lesser Joss Whedon. A poor man's Quentin Tarantino. A less-bullshitty Warren Ellis. A washed Chuck Palahniuk. I don't have it in me to be a mainstream success, but I honestly, truly believe I have the potential to be a cult writer.
That's my life goal: I want fans who scare the ever-loving shit outta me.
But I digress. I do that a lot. I'll probably do it a little more before we're through.
Hell, at this point, I might as well get all this out there. In for a penny, and all that.
Part of it is that you personally remind me of some people I've known; downright brilliant writers and thinkers who are also kind of smug pricks with chips on their shoulders. Speaking as a non-religious person, one step about being agnostic, it did rather bug me when, in an AV Club interview, you said that "there's no God, absolutely not, and that's a very important and necessary thing to learn." Left a bad taste in my mouth, hard to say why.
Perhaps since then, you've tweaked bitter associations with those aformentioned old "friends" of mine. Then again, no, I still squirm when I think of someone naming a wooden stake "Mr. Pointy." So maybe not. *shudder*
The fact is, 99% of the time, as legitimately good as you truly are, a master in your field... you're just not for me. KIM POSSIBLE does everything that you do, but in a way that doesn't make me want to tear my own head off. It's more innocent, less glib. It's the glib I can't take.
My point, Joss... and yes, I have a point... my point... is ASTONISHING X-MEN # 23. Which just came out today.
Now, I've run hot and cold on this entire run of yours, which started off strong but eventually fell apart into tedium. Well now, we get issue # 23. And y'know what, Joss? I have only one thing to say to you.
...
... FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!
I swear, I must've reread those last six pages a dozen times today, and they never, ever, ever get any less ass-kickingly badass awesome. Thank you, thank you, THANK you for finally doing right by this much-abused character, perhaps for the first time in his forty-four year history of neglect and disrespect.
Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck-fuckin'-A-YEAH.
We may never see eye-to-eye, even if you eventually do discover that I exist. At that point, I shall probably be so flustered that I'll lie through my teeth and start sporting a "Joss Whedon is my Master Now" T-shirt (which my small but devoted legion of HefHeads will have been pre-instructed to put me out of my misery should such a horrifying instance ever occur).
In the meantime, I shall continue to grit my teeth any time someone buys a BUFFY SEASON 8 comic book while issues of EX MACHINA, IMMORTAL IRON FIST, ALL-STAR SUPERMAN, and GREEN LANTERN sit a-mouldering on the shelves. I will always be unable to watch FIREFLY without thinking how much I prefer FARSCAPE, or endure BUFFY and ANGEL without wishing for every single character to be edited out except for Spike (and maybe throw Geraint Wyn Davies in the mix). And yes, I will still use "browncoat" as a universal term for a rabid fanbase tainting something that's genuinely good with overhype and disturbing obsession.
But now and forever, Joss... if only for these six pages... you have my eternal respect and gratitude.
See you at Comic Con 2015. I'll be the one writing the ongoing "Two-Face meets Johnny Go" series, and wearing the T-shirt that reads "WHAT HAPPENS TO A TOAD WHEN IT'S STRUCK BY LIGHTNING?"
Good luck finding me, though, as I'll be hiding from both of our fans.
Sincerely,
Heffie
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Date: 2007-11-08 03:26 am (UTC)half the people i know that read buffy season 8 would otherwise never pick up a comic. you should be overjoyed that it brings new attention to the medium rather than caught up in an unwinnable battle to make Green Lantern interesting to anyone beyond the fringe.
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Date: 2007-11-08 03:38 am (UTC)The problem with that second point is that it technically brings them into comics, yes. In that they are now reading a comic book, when they never have before.
But do they read any comics besides it, or pick up an issue of something else once their beloved creator has moved on? Maybe a couple, but if my experiences with Kevin Smith on GREEN ARROW or Laurel K. Hamilton's ANITA BLAKE comics have taught me anything, it's that fans are hard pressed to start getting into other comics. They have a very specific interest, and rarely are curious to branch out. In fairness, why should they be?
Still, if this proves not to be the case with Joss, I shall be a happy panda. Indeed, I truly will be "overjoyed." But until I start seeing some evidence of that, I ain't holding my breath.
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Date: 2007-11-08 03:51 am (UTC)So, you know, there's that.
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Date: 2007-11-11 02:36 am (UTC)Yo. This is Abby, random girl who keeps popping into your store who, while annoyingly buying the Joss stuff, has freely admitted that Brian K. Vaughn does a lot of stuff better after things you recommended.
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Date: 2007-11-11 03:58 am (UTC)hrm.
I'm glad you dropped me a line, because I was hoping to tell you that we got Y vol. 9 in, like, an hour after you left! I put one aside for you yesterday, and assuming Saturday guy didn't put it back, it's still there. I'll be in tomorrow-Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon, if you wanna see me while you pick it up.
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Date: 2007-11-11 01:55 pm (UTC)And YAAAAY! I feel special. I might be able to get over there this afternoon, and if not, certainly Tuesday or Wednesday.
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Date: 2007-11-11 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 07:23 pm (UTC)How much is it?
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Date: 2007-11-12 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 08:22 pm (UTC)I have the last Wraith.
Uh.. is that everything?
Awesome.
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Date: 2007-11-12 08:26 pm (UTC)BEOWULF opens this Thursday, 9:15. Too late for you? I'm itchin' to see it. You should hopefully feel better by then, and we can do a mighty comic exchange. Otherwise, I'll just come by Wednesday.
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Date: 2007-11-12 08:49 pm (UTC)If you can manage to wait a little to see it, I'll do everything I can to make myself available to see it as soon as possible.
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Date: 2007-11-12 08:53 pm (UTC)Let me know when you can, then. Maybe it'll be in the Air and Space IMAX after all, but we'll have to wait and see. Because yeah, that'd be the best of all possibilities, with the Potomac Yards one a close second.
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Date: 2007-11-12 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 06:15 am (UTC)"To me, my X-Men."
Chills. It's about fucking time.
Of course, watch all other X-writers totally forget this and go right back to making him the lame, ineffectual, humorless second fiddle to Wolverine. But for right now... hell fucking yes.
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Date: 2007-11-08 07:01 am (UTC)This was a very manly admission of you. Well-done.
Must not add 'Who's your daddy?'no subject
Date: 2007-11-08 07:07 am (UTC)I just want Spike. No one else. Just him. And Giles on weekends. For me, accents make the Whedonness work.