AnHeC (I'm too fucking busy and vice versa)

Hi! My name is Anna, "You'd really like me if you got to know me. I've known me for years and I love me."

This video is related to a certain question - why do I like fantasy genre so much?


The answer is simple - even my rudimentary knowledge of history is enough to see how wrong most books are.


I do understand that not all things in history are certain. There are different versions of the same story and a lot of it is guesswork. I get that. But authors often say 'fuck reality, I'm do my own shit' (*grammatical error intended). And whenever you try to raise your hand and reluctantly say 'excuse me, but I see it...', people go apeshit. They start telling you to STFU, 'cause this is a work of fiction. Sorry, but unless you're intentionally writing an alternate history, your argument is invalid. So no, the fact it's fiction is not an acceptable excuse. I care if an author got other things wrong; why should bitching about history mishaps be off limits?


Part of the problem is that authors want to focus on fun aspects of their genre, not spend hundreds of hours on boring research.They want intrigue, action, romance or whatever the fuck they're after, not historical details. But it matters to me. And so I get frustrated. Maybe that's just me and my twisted little mind that cares about like, you know, facts (I met some people that openly claim they don't).


Not everybody is a historian, I know that, but damn, I love reading books written by them. Whatever they do, it's usually a pleasure to read. A feast for my nitpicking, scarf-knitting, fluffy soul clumsily dropping pancakes.


Plus there's a danger in giving me the wrong info. I like to learn stuff when I read. Don't confuse my already tattered history knowledge, I need it! So if an author ignores research, I'm in danger of assimilating incorrect information. That is serious. (*A true story - last year teacher asked who was the first English Scottish king. I said Richard I. The Lionheart. Yes, I know *facepalm*. Where did it come from? Sean Connery - Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves; 1991. That's where! Stupid brain! Stupid! So imagine what a book can do to me... )


Fantasy books liberate both me and an author. I don't have to question the setting (apart from the laws of physics and logic; unless you have an explanation for their abolition), and the author is free to do what he or she wants (or at the very least: similarities between places and people are incidental... yada, yada, yada). It lives me with a story without additional worry. Huge weight is lifted off my shoulders, and I can continue with my day.


Yes, other things may still be illogical and annoy me, but at least there's no history 'massacration' to worry about. And that puts a smile on my face (and keeps me from going psycho-killer on a bus - which is always a plus).

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