There's whole areas of literary study (and other areas, like with music scores) devoted to analysing the scribblings and incompletable works in progress and keeping the legacy going. We get to see where Schubert was sort of going, the tale of Edwin Drood is something to be discussed, the estates of Flemming and Asimov (amongst others) have curated their legacies into variously successful continuations and (differently) we can curse that alleged Man From Porlock for killing tbe drug-adled dream.
I yet await CSI Ankh-Morpork
(set in motion and authorised, pre-mortem, but a little hard to work out how far Rhianna has got it towards an end-product) and I know that there are those many books that never got written (like the one with Susan Sto Helit doing a "Mary Poppins", possibly shelved after incautiius speculation was made on alt.fan.pratchett) that might never have been, but the snippets and flavours of inspiration that seemingly only existed to be then lost (like a misdirected particle of Inspiration) tear at my heart somewhat.
it's just that I get the feeling that JK, amongst others, will leave mountains of her coffee-shop scribblings to the nation and that her
somewhat derivative idea of a school for wizardry will end up being remembered more, just because her
nerd-followers had the rising tide of the mass-appeal web 2.0 environment behind it (for example) whilst the nerd-follower band to which I belong, no less enthusiastic and still somewhat as liable to encostume oneself as a wizard or witch at the drop of a pointy hat, self-radicalised themselves in the far more rarified environment of pre-September NNTP services and just did the whole "mania" thing in a much more genteel manner. So I really want it to be realised, a century hence, that a young wizard in glasses could well be Ponder Stibbons (or any other of the same tyles, from differimg authors), and I can't help feeling that this won't happen quite so readily off the back of such a transient destruction of artwork as it might if properly (and consideratedly) curated into more of a legacy than merely an exhibition.
I'm probably not looking for a full on Discworldworld (Florida, Paris, Tokyo, Wincanton) experience and the stylistic symbol of a turtle being recognised even in the depths of the Amazon as an unmistakable cross-cultural icon, etc, but I rather dislike that 'merely' by selling out to Warner Brothers/whoever, the future history of literature may see one face of fiction, but not the less mercenary face of fiction to which (by now, you will have realised) I am personally rather more invested in.
Or it could be a much more
mercenary approach, being taken. A carefully scripted and scheduled continuation of thr legacy in periodic manifestations of new stunts, far more subtle than the finished film-franchise being buffed up by a not-a-sequel aimed for the 'Merkin market, to return back intoto the field after a foray through an unrelated book about a temp (wasn' t it?).
But that's my problem. I like
being in a select group. I'll evangelise about it, to attract others, but it's also like Dwarf Fortress… I don't mind that not everybody gets it, 'cos those who do are much more special for it. Yet the group must survive, and thrive, despite that! Being the ultimate in legacy hipsters, shunning opportunities for popularising in the mainstream, leaves us just with statues of Ozymandius in the times beyond our times. And thus, without being privvy to all the other behind-the-scenrs machinations, I am left bereft and torn and only able to perceive a loss of data as a virtual death, unrecoverable, and not quite
as upsetting as the loss of TMIAH himself but (in my philosophy) very much a reinvoked sign of his irreversible passing.
(Which is probably a very heavy
thing to write in the "humorous news" thread, but I really didn't find the original article humorous anyway. Very poignant, with a wry and dry sense of humour such that I'd expect from the man, more like.)I find Trump-family inconveniences very funny, but I do imagine that Trumpistas would find them troublingly unhumorous. Fuck'em, I've got my own fanatical crisis of confidence to get out of my system, and if I can use their problems to salve my own emotions, I will! Go Meuller!