Hello, I’m One of Your Characters


(Warning:  I’m gonna ramble here, but it’ll all tie together by the end.)

There’s a wonderfully wry scene in the movie “Galaxy Quest,” where Alan Rickman’s character Alexander Dane is confronted by fans dressed as Dr. Lazarus, the character he played on the show.  Once a Shakespearean actor of some renown, Dane despises Lazarus, a roll in which he is trapped (thanks to fan love) despite the show’s having been cancelled for something like 15 years.

In the scene, these kids (one a toothpick, the other a doughnut, and both just as sweetly geeky as can be) practically vibrate with awe and delight to meet their hero, a man who can barely control his sneer as he scribbles a signature on the photos thrust at him across the table.  A lesser actor would have made this a moment of humiliation toward the fans, but Rickman pokes fun at Dane and his self-inflicted agony.

A woman I knew (who saw the movie, but had never attended a science fiction convention) said to me, “Tell me the truth.  That sort of thing doesn’t really happen, does it?”

“Bet your ass it does,” I replied with an evil grin.  (She was appalled.)

Some of the best times of my life have been at conventions.  I was introduced to the phenomena at the 1980 Worldcon (Norescon II) in Boston (sort of like going from zero to lightspeed in less than a second).  THOUSANDS of fans, HUNDREDS of writers and artists.  Costumes!  Panels!  It was wonderful!  I was overwhelmed (being subsequently abandoned amongst strangers by the woman who brought me only added to my internal uproar).

I met some lovely people, though.  “Captain Alex” and his crew (a young man and some high school friends) spent a good part of the long weekend squiring “Laryne” (me) around the convention.  Dressed in our ships’ uniforms, we staged terrific shoot-outs through the lobbies of the hotel (much to the wide-eyed amazement of the mundane visitors).  I met my favorite writer that weekend (Harlan Ellison), had a brief but delightful conversation with Isaac Asimov, and made the acquaintance of artist Barclay Shaw.

Such involvement in fandom introduced me to the phenomenon of fanzines.  For the uninitiated, a fanzine is a fan-produced magazine, usually focused around a specific fandom (Star Trek, Star Wars, Ghostbusters, Elfquest, etc.)  Fans write articles, letters, and (best of all, to my mind)  stories.  It’s a great way for a fledgling writer to get their work out there where someone will read it and, if they’re lucky, comment on it.  And it’s a heck of a lot of fun!

I played in such fandoms as Elfquest (Great Water Holt) and Pern (Segel Weyr and Fort Weyr).  I wrote short stories and novellas for those three groups, as well as Lost Jedis (Star Wars), Jellybaby Chronicles (Dr. Who), and a fanzine based on the TV show “The Phoenix” (whose name, I’m sorry to say, I can’t recall).  Fandom gave me the liberty to play, to put my work out into the world in a safe way, and to grow as a writer.  I even dabbled in editing, first as co-editor for Segel Weyr’s “Blowing Off Steam,” and then for my own ‘zine, “Promethea One.”  (Short-lived, one edition.)

Writing leads to the creation of characters and it’s a short hop from there to role-playing.  I don’t mean computer or board games.  I’m talking about creating a persona, crafting a costume, and taking on that role for an entire weekend.  What freedom I felt in no longer being the everyday me, but slipping into the shoes of Laryne, First Mate on the Silver Panther; Mira, Weyrsecond and rider of the brown dragon Brenth; Silverjoy the elf; or space-jockey Vixen Sumatra.

I never chose to play a character established by an actor.  (See?  As promised, I’m coming back around the track to where I began).  How odd it must be for an author to meet someone dressed as one of their characters.

I can’t wait for the day when I attend a convention as a guest and see some big brawny blonde striding toward me through the crowd with a dark shadow of a woman at her side and introduce themselves as Banya and Rai.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  It’ll be Christmas.

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About Melissa Crandall

Longer ago than I care to admit--although I will--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and media tie-in novels. Since then, I've moved on to narrative nonfiction, speculative fiction, and essays. I write to explore and understand the world around me, the things I see and experience nearby or from a distance. If I shake myself up, cool. If I shake you up, even better. Not gratuitously--what's the point in that?--but to set what I know, or think I know, on end and realize, "Well, doesn't it look different from this side!" My work is neither sexually explicit nor graphically violent. Let's face it - your imaginations will come up with things far worse than anything I could write, no matter how descriptive. Besides, it's just not my thing. I live in Connecticut with my supportive husband Ed, a cat named Ruby who might just think she's a dog, and an epileptic Australian shepherd named Holly who isn't quite certain anymore who she is, except she knows she loves her mommy.
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