So. I’ve delayed the publishing of this post for six months (since winter break) because I feared it would damage my professional credibility. Well, now that I’ve procured employment, to hell with that! I’m about to tell the world what I really do with completely totally idle free time. Hehe.
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I only get a week or two a year to push everything important and pressing off the table, and so it is always an agonizing process to decide how to spend it. Some years it’s travel, some years books; this year I burned through the Twilight series. Silly self-indulgence for sure, but so worth it. It is exactly what time away from the real world should be.
Twilight and Harry Potter
Demographic: A subset of the Harry Potter crowd. Both series are magical and fantastical, a little bit dark, and integrable with the real world, but the fun and details focus in vastly different areas. This is why the overlapping targets are the older, female readers.
Release Patterns: I can see Twilight pulling a HP-like stunt with the movies - dragging them out over far longer than they ought to be - but I think it was smart not to do the books the same way. Harry’s saga (in book and movie form both) will have spanned about 12 years by the time it’s complete. The only reason people my age and older are still entranced is that it was an integral part of our upbringing and we can’t leave it unfinished. As long as the movies are still coming out, Harry is still picking up new fans, which keeps book sales going even though there’s nothing fresh on that front. Twilight movies will help with book sales in the same way, but their original target is going to grow up and get over it. So it’s a good thing all the books are out. The original fan club wouldn’t likely come back for more.
Twilight and Danielle Steel
When I was younger - 9, 11, something like that - I had a trashy romance phase. I would rush home after school to catch every possible minute of General Hospital, and my library lending history only further confirmed my true self to be a bored, middle-aged, under-sexed housewife. In my defense, I didn’t understand the naughty bits. I just liked the drama, excitement, and intrigue; I was captivated by the idea of falling in love in just that way.
Twilight is trashy romance for teens. If I were a decade younger, or even in high school, I would be obsessed. At the *ahem* ripe and mature age of 21, I still appreciate it for what it’s worth. Not literary genius by any means, not a brilliant exposition on any topic, but some good almost-clean wholly-engrossing fun. Something to sigh over and lose yourself in and yearn for, with some irrational part of your brain.
Props to Ms. Meyer on writing very graphic intimate scenes that safely illustrate nothing indecent but certainly have an indecent effect. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt tantalized by “sweet breath in my face” and “golden eyes boring into my soul” in quite that way. Heh. I turned so red that I was afraid to read in public.
Twilight and Real Life
You can picture it happening for real - the rich, aloof family in the dreary little town; mysterious inexplicable deaths and miracles. But the realistic context isn’t where Twilight’s ability to connect to the actual life is most valuable.
I agreed to read Twilight just to see what the hype was about, but the single strongest reason I read the entire series and came to like it was that it reminded me of some amazing things I’d forgotten, and was happy to remember. I remembered what it was like to be 16 and utterly consumed with another person. To fall in love young enough to be without caution or restraint. I remembered the drama and constant desperate analysis, and working around what was forbidden. I remembered the electricity of every tiny moment of contact and the feeling that it was never enough. I remember the unthinking and automatic commitment, despite not knowing where it was going, because I was so lucky to have it at that moment.
In the intervening years, I’ve gotten older and harder and too much more practical and careful. I could never give myself up with the same abandon now, which makes me a bit wistful even though I know that it’s better, safer. I suppose I’m fortunate to still have the same person to remember it with, though. <3
So thank you, Twilight, for reminding me of several private but vital phases of my life that I’m glad I haven’t forgotten.