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Often frowned upon outside fan communities, audiences sometimes engage
in mourning rituals at the deaths of fictional characters. This
presentation will address fan mourning in response to the demise of
characters in both manga and western comics.
In “Tangible Reality of Absence: Fan Communities and the Mourning of
Fictional Characters,” which addresses book and television narratives,
I argued that through mourning fans “stake claim to otherwise
inaccessible desired bodies while also creating a dialogue that
eroticizes the deceased” and that these acts are a “partial
defictionalization, moving the desired bodies of personal and
narrative fantasy into a tangible reality of absence.”
In the case of comics and manga, however, these mourned bodies are
representations of flesh as opposed to flesh themselves, so mourning
fans not only defictionalize what was lost, but also engage in acts of
self-fictionalization that allow union with the source material.
By looking at fan responses to Asao Takamori and Tetsuya Chiba's
“Tomorrow's Joe,” Wendy and Richard Pini's “Elf Quest” and Ellen Kushner's
illustrated chapbook “The Man With the Knives” I will compare fan
mourning for characters in illustrated stories to those in other media
while also examining narrative features that provoke these acts of
eroticization.
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:59 pm (UTC)This. Although I admit that even though I'm now thirty-one, have not lived with my parents since I finished college, have had a full-time job/dealt with paying bills while unemployed since graduating, and have had a mortgage since I was twenty-five, I don't always feel like I'm an adult. I think this has less to do with the fact that I'm not married and don't have children and more to do with the fact that I've been living with friends from college in too small/dorm-like living quarters, and that after I graduated my college friends and I became friends with a bunch of undergraduates in the science fiction club. So it was sort of like still being in college, except with more bills and fewer classes. Or maybe it's that we occasionally pretend to kick each other in the shins.
My roommate and I are each other's bratty little brother, I swear.