A Thought on the Twilight GN

You’ll probably be surprised to see this here, since it is generally more related to the things I post at Manga Bookshelf. The truth is, though, it’s a bit too ranty for a post there nowadays, and it’s waaaay too long for a tweet. :) So here we go.

I keep hearing people say that Twilight fans are only Twilight fans, and that there is no basis for the hope that Yen Press’ upcoming graphic novel adaptation might bring a new demographic of readers to comics. And all I can think is, wow, I guess none of these people were ever… girls.

Sure, there may be readers who only read Twilight and aren’t into books in general. But there are a whole lot who are. Teen girls read. Teen girls read a lot.

When I was a teen, I was a huge fan of S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders, and just at the right time, Francis Ford Coppola made his movie adaptation. I was totally into it. I bought every magazine and newspaper that featured a story about the movie. I had posters (lots of posters) of the actors on my bedroom wall. If the internet had been available at the time, I would have been all over that too. If I could have gotten into the same room with S.E. Hinton or C. Thomas Howell just by sitting in line for a few days at a convention in San Diego, I would have begged to be allowed to go.

You know what else I was doing at that time? Reading everything in sight. No, seriously. Everything. I ran through my junior high’s library like it was about to disappear into the core of the earth. My mother had to make a rule that I could only take out of the public library as many books as I could carry on my own. And it wasn’t just me. All my friends were reading (and reading and reading). That’s what we did. That’s what a lot of teen girls do. Just because I was crazy excited about The Outsiders, that didn’t mean I stopped reading other books. If anything, it gave me a whole new world to explore as I picked up Hinton’s other novels, realizing suddenly that, hell, I really liked stories about troubled pretty boys in gangs. And though I’d like to make grand claims about my improved taste as an adult, well… Banana Fish anyone? Wild Adapter? Let Dai?

However many “just Twilight” fans there might be out there, I feel certain there must be just as many who are simply Teen Girls Who Read. Are they still rabid over Twilight? Hell, yeah. But that doesn’t make all the rest suddenly disappear. So when they run out to pick up the Twilight graphic novel and figure out that they like it, why is it so unlikely they might look for more of the same, especially when there are shelves and shelves of comics (and yes, I’m looking at you, manga and manhwa) aimed precisely at them? I’m pretty sure if anyone had handed me a volume of Banana Fish when I was fourteen, I would have eaten it up with a spoon.

I don’t love Twilight. I do love comics. And my hope is very much alive.

Return of the personal blog

Hey all, whoever is left reading this thing. I’ve had a long day and it seems like the time to reinstate this space as a personal blog—the thing it started out as in the first place.

After a day like today I realize what I really miss in my life is old friends. This is not in any way a reflection on new friends; seriously, I love you all. What I miss, though, is that level of familiarity and mutual history that makes all explanation unnecessary. You know what I mean. As Ani Difranco once said, “There’s nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.” There’s a level of comfort to be found in people who know you—all your mistakes, fears, triumphs, dreams—and have known you so long they almost know you better than you know yourself. It’s been a long time since I had those kinds of friends around me and when I’m feeling especially weary as I do now, that is what I crave.

I haven’t been back to my real hometown since my junior year of college when my parents moved to New York City, but fortunately a large number of my hometown friends moved to New York too, so between them and some especially dear friends I met during those years (EA, Fish, I’m looking at you) I suppose it is New York that became my new hometown, filled with nearly as much history as good ol’ Saginaw, MI. I don’t miss places much. I’m a nomad at heart and I rarely get truly attached. People, though… people I miss.

This day will pass and I’ll somehow find my energy again. Meanwhile, I’ll spend the evening trying to get some work done and missing old friends. I hope you’re all well out there.